Closed Thread Relaxing day with Beewhisker

Beewhisker's eyes caught a clanmate trotting in their direction, but they couldn't quite place her name, great StarClan why would they forget this cat's name? How would they forget this cat's they were about to greet them when the dappled she-cat let out a gentle mew in greeting instead. A simple greeting sure but Beewhisker has heard worse. They flicked their ear for a moment before turning their pale blue gaze to the warrior. But then, like a flash of lightening, the name flashed into Beewhisker's mind.

"I've been well Aspenberry! You came here a heartbeat too late, I could have shared my thrush with you" Beewhisker answered with a wide and bright smile as they stretched out their large paws from under their chest and cleaned them accordingly. As the sunlight shone on their pelt, the black almost light up like a ginger flame, though it was still reasonably darker than the ginger patches that they bared on their pelt, and especially darker than the cream color that contrasted their pelt, placed on their muzzle, chest, underbelly, paws and tail tip. But regardless, their dark pelt took in a lot of the warmth that the sun had offered them.

With a light shrug, the calico feline shuffled their paws back beneath their chest, giving the fur a few quick licks before resting on their side they were a significantly large cat for sure, but that seemed to make them look more huggable in regards to kits, and quite approachable in regards to their clanmates, or at least that's what they thought, Aspenberry had approached them with not signal after all.

"Oh you know me, I don't really make plans unless some are given to me, I'm more of a follower" They admitted openly, it was more than likely a result of their mother's teachings to be more of a follower within the clan, but that was neither here nor there, Their mother was dead now, and the clan had moved on, so it was hardly a matter of concern.

Beewhisker's twitched and their face lit up at the idea of hunting with their clanmate, they felt a lot safer with more cats around them specifically on the open moor where anything could see them, especially with their large size. "I'd love to go hunting with you! Whenever you'd like to go is fine with me, I always tend to feel safer and happier with others around" They responded in their normal cheery tone, patting the ground with the tip of their tail with a wide beaming smile on their face.

Though their facial expression and body language softened as Aspenberry explained their perspective, Beewhisker adored listening to other cats, as much as they liked to chat, they always wanted to listen and give their piece of advice if it was warranted. "I understand what you mean, it's not easy being a likably cat, but I'm happy just being myself." They explained, their pale blue eyes willed with thought "But I know that I certainly like you" They added with a wide beaming smile, showing the genuineness of the comment being made, their voice was warm and inviting, as if it wasn't capable of sprouting a cruel hearted jab at any cat.

As Aspenberry settled beside them, their grin softened but didn't vanish, simply hiding their teeth to make a more gentle smile "There's no need to ask, you can sit and chat to me all day if you want to" They replied, their long dappled fur laying flat showing how relaxed and comfortable they were with this potentially newfound friend. 

BAYFLOWER 🌊 NONBINARY 🌼 WARRIOR

Bayflower’s day had started with them waking up at the break of dawn and going about with their normal routine and any other day-to day duties, the black feline actually feeling happy to go back to their full duties rather than being given easier ones it helped better distract them from the occasional lingering sadness of their parents no longer being here. Well they thought of it as if they’d only been gone for a quarter of a moon when it had almost been an entire 12 moons though that didn’t mean that the memory of watching their beloved littermate and parents pass away wasn’t as clear as day. 

The black feline spotted their clanmates, Aspenberry and Beewhisker chatting, contemplating going over and joining in. It wasn’t until their kin’s passing that they had realised that they didn’t really have any friends since they used to spend all their free time with their parents. They just had what cats would consider acquaintances and clanmates. Bayflower told themselves that they would go over. After all, they had promised themselves that they’d start making friends. They couldn’t just chicken out just because they were a bit shy. These were their clanmates for goodness sake, not the big scary rouges from the stories their sire’s sire and dam used to tell them about when they were kits. 

Taking a deep breath, the brown-eyed feline padded over, offering their clanmates a friendly smile. “Hi… You two are Aspenberry and Beewhisker, correct? May I join you guys?” The black feline questioned as they took in their clanmates’ appearances. Aspenberry had nice black flecks that seemed to become more prominent as they got closer to her face, paws, and tails with nice pale green eyes while Beewhisker was a larger calico cat with pale blue eyes. “It’s fine if not though.” Bayflower quickly added. “I could always go sunbathing elsewhere.” Bayflower had always been a bit of a worrywart, they didn’t like rejection yet they never wanted anybody to feel as if they had to let them join in on something.

Beewhisker couldn't help but feel the shivers run through their spine at the prospect of hunting with their clanmate, especially one so friendly. Then Aspenberry mentioned their yearning to know who she was and stick to it, Beewhisker grinned and gazed at her their pale blue eyes a glimmer in the sunlight. "I think more cats feel that way than we care to admit" They mewed, giving their thick, dense pelt a few shakes before leaning down to give their clanmate's pelt a friendly grooming.

"If you ever need any cat to talk to, just come find me okay?" Beewhisker prompted giving the tip of their tail an absent flick before stretching out their paws to clean them. As their casual cleaning came to a close, Beewhisker noticed a somewhat familiar black tom step over to the two she-cats. Beewhisker lifted their ears in a welcoming and encouraging gesture. "Oh! Bayflower! Of course you can join us, we're just sharing tongues after all" They stated with a simple mew. They were never the type of cat to discourage a chat from anyone, especially when they haven't spoken often, there are so many new opportunities for conversation and so many newer topics that could be spoken about, perhaps they just enjoyed the company.

As if on cue, after Bayflower took a space beside the two she-cats, Beewhisker gave him a friendly and affectionate grooming as well, ensuring that his pelt wouldn't become matted or at least for the most part. Suddenly, the silence set in like a heavy boulder on Beewhisker's back, with a heavy breath, they spoke again, in an attempt to break the prolonging silence "Have either of you come across anything interesting on your patrols recently? Anything interesting to chat about?" They asked, the fur on their tail collecting specks of dust from the camp floor

Beewhisker's frame became quite crestfallen at the mention of the deceased she-cat. Though Beewhisker was never close to Skyeyes, her death was sudden and unexpected, rather unpredictable. And the large dappled warrior hated the idea of death, even especially in their own clan and even in other clans, the sense that a cat had been lost and many were grieving that loss pained their heart, for the clan and the family of whatever cat had passed.

"Skyeyes' death was rather recent" Beewhisker's voice faded from chipper to rather somber, glancing at their white paws with a saddened look in their pale blue eyes. "And Badgerstar... I hope he isn't in any harm" They mewed, they had been well aware that Badgerstar had been taken by twolegs, but what of him now? With Badgerstar gone, Fawnbriar had taken a leading role, yet not ventured to highstones yet. Though they didn't blame her, if they had to lead a clan at all, they would have caved and become crushed beneath the pressure of being so influential long ago.

With a sigh, the dappled feline's ears gave a small twitch as if to wash the thoughts way before turning to Aspenberry again, she had become deputy not very long after Fawnbriar had risen to leadership, and Beewhisker had no doubt that their friend would make a great deputy to the clan. And perhaps leader in many moons to come, but Beewhisker might even be snoozing in the elders den when that happens.

"But with you as our deputy and Fawnbriar as leader, I have higher hopes that you'd think"

BAYFLOWER 🌊 THEY/THEM 🌼 WARRIOR 

Bayflower shook their head at Beewhisker’s first question, no the black feline had not encountered anything interesting on their patrols as of late in fact they had been a little mundane if they were honest. They were thankful for the grooming their clanmate provided since they themselves didn’t really bother to groom their own fur in the morning, feeling a bit tired and just wanting to get patrols for the day done and dusted. They noticed Beewhisker’s tail collecting some dust from the camp floor but sort of assumed that they knew and would take care of it in a bit, instead looking over at Aspenberry as they responded. 

Bayflower felt thankful for Aspenberry’s kindness as well, patiently listening to her as she spoke. A cat with no insecurity, huh? That was hard to come about; although Bayflower themselves generally wasn’t an insecure cat, thinking they had a good personality and an appearance that was at least not unpleasant, back when Bayflower’s parents and sister were still alive they constantly sought their approval, feeling unhappy whenever their parents didn’t pay them any attention, making them insecure about their abilities. Bayflower was looking forward to the new kits as well. Although they very highly doubted it a small part of them was hoping that they got to mentor one of the kits. That sounded fun. 

Realising that they had spaced out a little they snapped back into reality, responding to Aspenberry’s question about how their last few days had been. “Oh? The past few days? For me they’ve been okay I suppose.” They responded. “Everything feels like it’s been happening really quickly though.” Since beforehand Bayflower only hung around with their kin they didn’t know anything about Skyeyes besides a name and face but it was still sad to lose a clanmate. “I agree with Beewhisker though. I’m sure fate has a plan for all of us, whatever said fate may be.” They hummed, doing a quick stretch before lying down again. This felt nice, a brief escape from warrior duties to relax…