Post by lepidopteran on Aug 13, 2024 21:08:26 GMT -5
Stoatchase
Camp | With Aspectpetal (soot )
Stoatchase still was quite hesitant to believe Aspectpetal’s compliments… but he had to admit that they felt very nice. She was nice.
Looking at the ground he muttered, “You… you…um.. seem nice enough to be.. be leader…. V-very nice um..”
He shouldn't have said that. His fur bristled, head hanging lower. She seemed to do this so easily, envy prickled at the back of his skull.
Quickly changing the subject, he muttered, “...you um.. you always.. go for the birds…”
He never really admitted it, but he often watched when his clanmates ate. Sometimes to make sure they ate all of it and sometimes because he wanted to know what they preferred.
Food was food, and food was life, but… if dropping off a mouse instead of a crow would help, he would do it with ease.
He certainly would never admit he had all their favorites memorized.
“Birds are uh.. good choice.. they- the feathers… useful for nests.. and the bones you can.. can crack and eat too, i-if you gotta… “
It was easy to talk about, prey.
“The meat feels um… more .. he- hearty than fish.. uh.. and gets fatty during winter l-like rodents…”
Awkwardly realizing he was rambling he glanced up again, briefly meeting her grey eyes. “...good taste. Uh.. you have good taste… w-with um.. your decor-ations too…”
