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Foxfable had been a little more... wriggly than normal. He flittered around the camp nervously, moving between tasks as quickly as he could. This made him look a little bit like he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, but staying busy made him feel a little more self-assured. If he stopped working for too long, he was sure he would inevitably slip into self-doubt. After all, he still wasn't sure that he should have been picked as deputy. There were plenty of others more qualified than him, right? When he was busy, he was proving that he was useful, both to him and to any cats who might be ... equally concerned about his merit. Of course, the clan trusted Sunstar's judgement - after all, she had helped free them - but they were also well aware that the chronically ill tom was not his mother. He couldn't blame them, really. He'd have doubts too. But, maybe they saw the same thing Sunstar saw in him: a tenacity, a willingness to hold onto the good in dark times, a loyalty to the clan he had been birthed in that at this point could not be questioned. Foxfable didn't know. He really had no idea what his clanmates thought about his promotion, not that he was going to ask.
The tom let out a soft hum around the moss sack filled with herbs that he had brought Sunveins. He knew that she'd appreciate it, and he had basically ran out of tasks otherwise. He seemed lost in thought, lost enough that he tripped right over the back leg of a sunbathing cat. He let out a surprised chirp, before falling right on his face, the herbs flying in all directions. His ears burned with embarassment as he stumbled back up, turning immediately to the other cat. "Ohhmygodi'msosorry," the deputy meowed, his words strung together in one breath. "Are you okay?"
Cloudweaver had been watching the tom flit about with quiet eyes, getting more worked up himself at the endless ceaseless motion. He had gained confidence since his first anxious days as a warrior, scorned by his first love as he was and so rudely shoved out of his delusions that it had left him shaken and unsure. But Foxfable's own neurosis was driving his own more well hidden timidness to the surface, stopping him from trying to speak out and invite the tom to just sit a moment with him, to take a breath. Socialization was still difficult and being the first to reach out still a herculean task. Though all of this was solved for him when he forced himself to take his eyes of the deputy for a moment and then in the next found his leg being jerked as the other tripped over it.
Jerking his legs back towards him and rolling to his feet in his own frantic motion he was quick to try and appease the other. "No! No, it's fine. Honestly I should have noticed you coming and moved my legs out of the way. My fault, my fault." He rushed to say, speaking over the others rushed words. Until they were both left with a hanging silence after his question. "Oh! Oh, yes I'm fine. Don't worry about it really." Shifting nervously on his paws he glanced to the side to escape looking at the others face and saw the scattered herbs. "Let me help you pick these up!" The seal point was quick to rush about and start picking up the herbs and putting them back by the deputy to wrap in the moss once more.
His cheeks still warm, he dipped his head gratefully for the tom's grace. It definitely wasn't his fault, and both cats knew that, but he appreciated being cut the break. He let out a breath, sounding relieved. "I'm glad I didn't hurt you. I really didn't- I wasn't-...." He let out another breath, trying to be a little less frazzled. "Let me try that again. I'm glad you're okay," he meowed, apparently more satisfied with his second attempt than his first.
When Cloudweaver bent down to help, Foxfable offered a smile. "Thanks. I'm not sure Sunny would be all too impressed if she knew I'd thrown them all across camp," he meowed, his tone a little sheepish. Once the duo collected them all back into the neat pile, Foxfable let out another sigh. "Good work, team. You're a life-saver," especially after I nearly tried to take your leg out of its socket. It was probably best to keep that part in his head. "I don't think we've really had a chance to formally meet yet, have we? I'm Foxfable," he meowed, reaching his paw out as if he wanted to ... shake? was that really what he was trying to do? the other's.
Once he finished helping gather the herbs the tom let out a little huffing laugh at the others attempt at humor, though he could not claim to have ever even met the medicine cat, who he assumed was who Foxfable referred to with the affectionate moniker of 'Sunny'. Cloudweavers blue eyes went to the outstretched paw that was suddenly held out to him and he blinked in confusion, not quite sure what the other wanted him to do with that gesture. So he reached out his own paw and tapped the others before lowering it once more and glancing up at the tom.
"Nice to meet you Foxfable, I'm Cloudweaver." He smiled a little wider as he continued, "congratulations on your new position. May it be filled with good fortune and blessed by Starclan." For the new deputy he supposed they could have done worse, though they could have also done better by some estimations. He supposed it depended on the sort of future one wanted for the clan but personally Cloudweaver was rather sure he would be happy with Foxfable becoming leader one day, odd gestures he didn't quite understand aside.
When the tom tapped his paw, Foxfable let out a soft giggle, something that would remind pretty much anyone who heard it that he had only been a warrior for three moons. He couldn't help himself, though. It was a cute response to a vague gesture. "Cloudweaver, that's a nice name," he complimented with a genuine smile. That was the one thing about SummerClan that he'd noticed-the names of all of his fellow clanmates were just as beautiful as the flowers that almost always surrounded them.
"Thank you!" he then continued, his smile growing a little bit. "I hope it is. But, between you and me, I think StarClan likes me. I've come a litttttttle too close to death on multiple occasions for there not to be some sort of divine intervention," he continued with a wink. This statement was objectively true; there was no other possible reason that he was still alive, right? (Was he oversharing? He often was.) "I'll make SummerClan proud, I hope. It's been a bit of a wild ride, though. I was surprised to be promoted to Coast Guard, given, welll..." By this point, SummerClan was used to the soft coughs that rattled his small frame. "And then when I was moved so quickly to deputy, well, it was enough to give an old boy whiplash." He giggled again, the bell chime of his laughter circumventing some of the anxiety that still was present in his silver gaze.
After a beat, he tilted his head. "Are you doin' anything right now? I could run these over to the den real fast and then maybe the two of us could out and enjoy the sunshine? I've got a few things yet to do today, and I could sure use some company." The tom paused for a moment, before adding a quick, "But only if you want to! Absolutely no pressure, that isn't an... order or anything. I can technically give those now, right? Well, either way, it isn't one."
