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Post by Brackenstripe on Apr 19, 2016 20:44:36 GMT -6
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One could be clumsy and charismatic at the same time.. right? Or maybe one every other day. That was exactly what Brackenstripe would describe himself as on a daily basis. Because his words often flowed smoothly from his jaws, much like that of silk from a spider's web that waved softly on the morning breeze. But on the other hand there was his movements, with his monstrous size and huge paws that he seemed to trip over with every step. Not to mention when he was hunting it was extremely hard to stay quiet.
In conclusion the tom once again could not make up his mind.
Instead he sat under the shade of an old oak in the Treeclan camp, finishing off the last of a vole he had managed to snag from the freshkill. He guessed it was around sunhigh, the shadow the oak was casting did not stretch but rather sat idly in one place. Much like he was currently. Idly and alone. He wasn't much used to being alone, although all of his friends had seemed as if they had just got up and disappeared. Not that he blamed them or anything, he was a hardcore awkward nerd. Nerds were no fun.
Shrugging to himself he bent down and took another bite of the vole, smiling to himself as he chewed. |
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Post by Foxstrike on Apr 19, 2016 23:34:22 GMT -6
Foxstrike liked to think he held himself gracefully. He stepped carefully, never allowing himself to slip-up once, lest it break his smooth stried. He couldn't afford to make a mistake, given his condition. It'd only prove others right about him.
The true clumsiness in him lay within, as his thoughts swirled about themselves. His mind was chaos- though he always kept up appearances. His body was silent, every movement calculated, planned, and performed with ease, yet his words were the clumsy ones, at least around the right kind of cat. They stumbled and tripped, falling before he could find a way to stop them.
Foxstrike sighed at his own confusion and idiocy, scanning the clearing for something to distract himself. Not too far away, another tom was eating by himself. He was in no way experienced enough in social interactions to decide whether the tom was lonely or simply deliberately eating away from the others, but he decided on approaching him, anyway.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly. "You seem lonely," he added, repeating something he'd heard said to himself not so long ago.
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Post by Brackenstripe on Apr 21, 2016 18:07:56 GMT -6
A stray cat had decided to take a place next to him... interesting.
Flicking his tail a bit he smiled at the newcomer, not a toothy smile but one of those weird-shy-smiles that kind of say "oh my, you're different and you're actually talking to me? Must be an alien". Yeah that kind of smile.
But Brackenstripe wasn't one to miss an opportunity so he of course replied to the other tom. "I suppose so," He mewed in a comfortable-warm tone, "being lonesome is never fun."
Bending down he took another bite of the prey, chewing, then swallowing a few seconds after. "I'm Brackenstripe by the way, and you are?" |
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