three fundamental truths (snake/shiny)

... "Rosestart can flay me and use my pelt for bedding, I will leave you two here." Snakefang fluffed his fur at Doverain's sudden retort. Yes, he may have ignored her slightly on the way there, but he didn't have much to say. He wasn't interested in idle conversation, fills your mind with useless chatter. His father had always said. If he had nothing useful to say, why say anything at all? 


"T-that is not why!" His voice came out in a thin, anxious sound and he crouched on the mossy ground, ears flat to his skull. "I had absolutely no reason to engage in idle chatter and I'll let you know- I do like females!" His usually thin, snake-like tail had ballooned to roughly the size of a sapling and shivered with embarrassment and frustration. This always happened to him, he did one thing or another and offended other cats. If it wasn't a cocky comment he spat out impulsively it was his lack of engagement and seemingly unattached way of being. He looked down at his paws and ripped up tufts of moss with his claws while he stewed, the sound of Lynxchaser's voice buffeting his ears without really registering. He emphasized the end of his sentence with a glance at Snakefang, and it somewhat rattled his brain. Lynxchaser had been addressing him and he hadn't listened to a single word the other tom at said. More hot embarrassment rippled under his coat as he looked up, cocked his head and before he could stop himself, meowed; "Wait, what?"


Oh, the fool he had made of himself today. A cat having lived for two summers, as clueless as a kit to the rest of the world. His body may be strong and fit, but his mind was a loose as a robin's egg sometimes. Perhaps it was his lack of ability to focus that made him so stony, perhaps it was simply that he was so wrapped inside his own mind to even concentrate on what other cats where saying. He only felt clear and ready when he was in battle, never once there did another clanmember jeer at him for his slow wit. Even while he glanced from Lynxchaser's handsome maw to the fluffed and volatile form of Doverain he knew he'd zoned out again. If only something would come by to grab his mind instead of inflaming it with such anxiety. 

And in that anxiety he reverted to the one thing he knew well. He fixed them with a stubborn, back-ear'd look and said "I do believe, however, that we came out here to hunt, and all this tongue-flapping isn't going to feed the clan." Ah, yes, my beautiful drone, continue to recite the warrior code until it drowns you in it's all comforting malignant embrace.



Shiny & aurum