alone, forgotten [witch] Aug 12, 2016 8:03:49 GMT
Post by alee on Aug 12, 2016 8:03:49 GMT
She...accepted. Or, rather, she commanded it - he was in her own home territory after all. But regardless of that! A buzz thrummed at his heart, his chest constricting tight from sheer elation and nervousness and triumph and StarClan, who knew what else! It was at this point that loyalty to ShadowClan drifted far from the crevices of his mind, faded away alongside with the last remnants of his apparent hostility. A head came to tilt against the frame of his shoulder, his chin dipping in an accepting nod. "As you wish, ThunderClan warrior," came Nighthawk's rumbling murmur.
Despite how he supposed it was Sorrelfeather whom ought to take the escorting lead, Nighthawk couldn't keep the thrum from his paws as he glided past the she-cat, and took up a steady pace ahead. Something akin to uneasiness awoke in his heart, besides the happiness he felt at the few stolen moments he'd managed to grasp onto with his new ThunderClan associate. What would Rosestar say, if she saw you now? One tooth came to squeeze down upon his bottom lip, drawing a blossom of scarlet red from the wound.
But really...this was all wrong. So why did it feel right? More importantly, now that Sorrelfeather strode with him, what could he say? Oh yes, Sorrelfeather, what lovely weather StarClan wields tonight. Don't you agree? No, much too boring. Oh! How about something impressive, like, I hold more power in my one claw then the entirety of StarClan put together! Ah, that last one was quite tempting, he liked it. Mental note to self, Nighthawk, use that with Sparrowclaw next time; that'll shut 'him up.
But even that didn't feel right to say to the femme. He cleared his throat, awkward, hoping to break the suffocating tension that was suddenly crowding in on him and twisting at his throat. Think, Nighthawk, think! You're an intelligent being - incredibly handsome too, might I add. Oh, stop it, you! No, you stop! No, I must insist, you should be the one to stop. Nighthawk, dear me, you're flattering yourself!
The first sign of an incredibly lonely creature: bickering to oneself.
But wait, quiet down, my immense brain! That is not the problem here - words, words, what words can I conjure...what sounds...hrm...impressive? Something...great? Ugh, why do I even want to impress her anyway? She's an enemy! A good-for-nothing, bloated, annoying... "stinky, rotten, soft-footed ThunderClan ninnyhammer!"
The words left his tongue before he could even halt them. And it was only then, as he allowed them to digest in the air, that Nighthawk realized his rather brash mistake.