Post by feeling kinda blue on Feb 15, 2016 0:16:53 GMT
Sometimes being small was a real pain in the neck, literally. Batwing was so sick of looking up someone's nose to look them in the face or glaring at their chin. After his first Gathering, surrounded by towering ThunderClan brutes and fish-furred RiverClanners, Batwing had given up the idea of being an active participant in such things. He had enough trouble with his own clanmates and their towering bulk, just as Harebelly was so kindly demonstrating. Still, it wasn't often someone heeded Batwing's demand that they get off the high ground without him having to use claws so at least this was a bit refreshing. Watching Harebelly drop down from the boulder the dark warrior thought absently that there was a certain bit of grace that accompanied the titan forest cats. Moving around with all that bulk, not bumping into everything in sight or tripping over their own feet. Not as stealthy or sneaky as Batwing's preferred shadow-creeping techniques but whatever. For a split second Batwing let himself appreciate the play of low light on the muscles under Harebelly's dense fur before shoving the thoughts aside. His libido would get him killed someday if nothing else.
'Better?' Batwing's lips twitched in a lopsided sneering smirk before he could stop himself.
"It's a more flattering angle anyway not that your nostrils aren't quite handsome," Batwing simpered, pretending to bat his lashes at Harebelly the way he'd seen queens do in camp. It looked comical when Batwing did it but that was alright. He'd learned to laugh at himself long ago. When your existence was a joke it was easier to play along. Someday he'd be dead and roaming the dark forests of StarClan's realm without having to justify himself to anyone. For now Batwing pretended to know the joke and pushed every button he could get his paws on.
Part of Batwing hoped Harebelly was straight and just as phobic as Newtclaw because then it would be fun to screw with him. Batwing had no preferences in partners, as they were few and far between but Newtclaw had had a stick up his tail since their mother had taken a female mate. It was fun to wind him up from time to time, though Batwing usually slithered away before the claws came out. Harebelly didn't look like he could even manage to swat a fly despite his massive size so it would probably be safer to rattle him, so long as Batwing stayed out of reach of his massive paws. One good blow from Harebelly would probably have Batwing's brain rattled right out from between his ears...assuming he could move fast enough to catch Batwing. Harebelly might be nearly three times as big as Batwing but Batwing was fast and he fought like a devil. No one ever wanted to spar with him because they knew there were no holds barred. Batwing fought down and dirty to keep himself from being smothered, squashed and otherwise disemboweled.
Studying the tabby warrior, Batwing tried to read his expression. Wheels were turning in Harebelly's mind, that much was obvious. Amber eyes narrowed as Batwing met Harebelly's gaze. The tom had a soft face, much like the rest of him. He just gave the general impression of softness which was mildly alarming to Batwing because if it was deceptive in nature, just a mask, it ran deep. There wasn't a tense muscle in this cat's body for some reason. That wasn't normal for someone around Batwing. The general response others had to him was like being too close to an adder, nervousness just kind of went with the package deal of Batwing being his strange self. This cat...he didn't seem to care. There was...defensiveness and giving in his gestures toward Batwing, from the offer of help to the mouse, coloring his voice when Newtclaw was brought up and chasing on the heels of asking if Newtclaw had dealt Batwing his current range of hurts. It was foreign and strange.
Meeting Harebelly's gaze, Batwing settled himself in a crouch, his limbs tucked under his small body and tail curled around his side. He looked impossibly small compared to Harebelly's girth. "You don't seem too bothered by a snake in the grass. You're not stupid, despite the gossipmongers. Playing dumb maybe but not stupid. So tell me pretty boy....what's on your mind hmm?"
Notes: he was very picky about what to say in this one...dunno if i like the result but we'll see lol
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Tagged: @twotone
