contrary apathy || open

[deerleap]

Deerleap reflected on her day. She recalled the foggy details, not without exaggeration and dramatics.

She had been in a foul mood all morning. She had sulked around, a growl in her throat, generally trying to avoid as much contact as possible. She completed her duties in a brooding and silent manner. It seemed a slight breeze would blow her over the edge of her proclaimed rationality, into a pit of kit-like tantrums and emotional instability. To fall into that abyss would not only make her miserable, but cause misery all around. She ceased her reflecting, giving a overly loud sigh.

But that was just her being dramatic. She was a little grumpy and that is all. There were no pits and no cliff and no tantrums. She had been a warrior for a while now and knew how to control herself better than she thought. Her sharp tongue had been more closely guarded and scrutinized. She had done her duties willingly, but been a bit standoffish towards her clanmates. She was beginning to regret it though. As the afternoon trudged onward, she felt a little lonely and bored with her act. Being a loner certainly wasn't as easy as she thought. Not caring was hard.

She decided to deny the notion to go be friendly, secretly hoping someone else would be friendly. She knew it was a long shot, so instead, she lifted herself from her rather comfortable position and sought out the company of another cat. She was surprised to find that she herself could only take so much attitude and isolation in one sitting. She felt unbelievably awkward. The feeling didn't match her eyes, which held the same fire as usual. She mustered up her confidence and to the nearest cat, she gave a halfhearted, "Hey".


[awkward and not so great first post... next time it will be better and I will have a table]

[jetfang ★]

jetfang glanced up from the squirrel he was tearing into as a young warrior that he had spoken to little approached. he gave her a friendly smile that reached his mismatched amber and blue eyes, and dipped his head to her. "hi, deerleap," the black patched tom rumbled, making a sweeping motion with his tail to indicate that she should join him. "how was your day? catch any good prey?" he spoke with his normal characteristic easy friendliness, amid bites from the squirrel. his fur was a bit mussed up from the events of his day, which had included but were not limited to an outing with his mate, lilythorn, a tussle with their three kits, and a hunting patrol. it had been a hectic day and he was glad to just lay down now and enjoy his meal. he and lilythorn's three sons, thunderkit, pallidkit, and blizzardkit, were getting bigger now and it would be just two moons until they were made apprentices. it made him a bit sad, to see them losing more of their kitten fluff every day, but it also filled his chest with pride to see how strong and healthy they were. it was a true miracle.