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Southspectre eyed his work warily, looking at the mural for any errors. One of his duties as a Silent Brother was to paint MoonClan's history on the walls of the Silent City--a duty which he initially balked at, due to the simply fact that he was objectively a horrific artist. Still, his skills had been slowly but surely improving, and he had finally finished a portrait of Marvelstar he'd been working on for a week.
It looks fine, Southspectre thought to himself. What was I so worried about? I shouldn't have been so negative--wait, what is that? He squinted and leaned in closer, eyeing his work with more scrutiny. ...Oh my Selene, I only gave Marvelstar three legs.
Southspectre had been working hard on his portrait for a while now, and Snowshod was getting worried about him. Painting was their job but he was just worried that the tom was working a little too hard, or at least a little too long, on this particular section. Marvelstar was a recent leader and they would have many opportunities going forward to fix her artwork.
Hesitant to judge the other tom, Snowshod decided to just check in on him. He picked up a plump, juicy rabbit with salt-and-pepper fur and carried it down into the city to meet his Brother.
Hungry? I brought prey, Snowshod thought ahead. He turned the corner and look up at the painting admiring. Good start.
Southspectre's gaze flip-flopped back and forth between the painting, Snowshod, and the rabbit--which did look delicious, admittedly. Really? You think so? he asked. Good, maybe he didn't notice the leg thing. Wait, did I think that to myself or did I think that to Snowshod? Man, I am bad at my job.
Snowshod smiled a tad nervously, listening to the new thoughts running through his mind. I... I see you're still working, he suggested carefully. One perk to always struggling with projecting his thoughts: the older tom was not prone to the same easy slips that Southspectre was. His thoughts were usually very private. Are you planning to finish adding the leg tomorrow?
Snowshod did not know how to respond to the idea that Southspectre might leave a portrait of their leader unfinished and hope future generations never noticed. It was their job to record history; would the clan grow to think Marvelstar only had three legs?
Southspectre narrowed his eyes and took a long, hard look at his work. He'd tried to hide from the truth, but Snowshod was right in the end. But he couldn't let Snowshod know that because Southspectre had trouble admitting he was wrong. Wait, had he just thought that to Snowshod?
...It didn't matter. Okay, I'll put the leg in, he thought (definitely to Snowshod this time), admitting defeet defeat. ...Oh. I haven't left much room for it, have I? I've only gone and done a great big squirrel where the leg should be. Lookit.
Sometimes Snowshod really had to wonder how he ended up here. When he was a scared little apprentice, he had dreamed of a quiet job like this, where he was focused on painting instead of hunting and fighting and never had to speak. It was everything he wanted.... and now his job seemed to be less painting and more dealing with the other brothers and their eccentricities.
Not for the first time, he wondered if he could just... walk away and make this someone else's problem.
You can just paint in a little bit right above the squirrel, see, so it looks like there's a leg.
