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He had no response to that, so he watched in silence as the warrior focused on fishing. His motions were quick, confident, and he had good form. Fair enough, then: he could hunt in water as well as on dry land. Chim was able to do both, especially after focusing on hunting land prey when the sickness hit and he worried about catching a cold from the water in addition to ripple cough, but he had only every been average at best: he was a capable hunter but he had been trained to fight. Sometimes he wondered if hunting wasn’t far more useful, though.
“That’ll feed the clan well,” Chimerahunt acknowledged with a twitch of his ears.
"They need some fattening up," Whiteperch nodded, frowning slightly. He had been one of the lucky ones and not very affected by the sickness. "Even the queens look thin." He turned his hazel eyes up to the deputy, concern flashing through their depths. "How are you feeling?"
He grimaced at the thought of the queens. They were healthy as the rest of them, and that wasn’t a good sign when they needed to be nursing kits. For the most part he hadn’t heard them complain but whether they were putting on a brave face, genuinely okay, or just ignoring him he wasn’t sure. Chim had never liked spending time with kits, but being deputy meant he had to get to know the cats better, like it or not.
“Peachy,” he answered with a forced half-smile. He had recovered physically from the sickness other than an occasionally ache when he pushed himself too hard, but the mental toll and exhaustion has yet to leave him. He glanced over the small tom again quickly, then sighed. “It’s a good thing you didn’t get sick.”
"Maybe the germs got caught in all my fluff before it could get in my nose or mouth or something," Whiteperch said, only being slightly serious. He beamed back at Chimerahunt when he smiled at his, oblivious to the fact that it wasn't all that real. "You should smile more often, happy looks good on ya," the tom said, flicking his tail across the deputy's flank before turning his attention back to the water.
Whiteperch had always been a flirt,but as he got older he toyed with the idea of actually falling in love and settling down with a mate. But being the way he was, it wasn't the easiest thing to do to find a tom that felt the same way about him.
Whatever intelligent response he had planned was promptly wiped from his mind as the deputy made a choked stuttering sound, thrown off balance by the casual compliment. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been complimented before, it hadn’t even been a while; Violetstar knew his doubts and was always trying to remind him of his few good quirks. But he hadn’t been expecting it and — as embarrassing as it was to admit — nobody ever really told him he looked good. It was a small thing, negligent, but... well, after the apprentice lost his eye it had been the end of anyone thinking he was anything but appalling to the eye.
“Yeah, right,” he muttered finally, glancing away from him and further downstream. His expression shifted to become a little more unreadable as his smile faded as swiftly as it had come, focusing as best he could on the water in front of him and whether or not Whiteperch had just been mocking him.
Flicking his eyes back up to the ginger toms face, Whiteperch's frown returned once more. He couldn't understand why Chimerahunt was the way he was. How hard it seemed for him to be to accept a compliment. Whiteperch opened his mouth as if to say something, but snapped it shut and focused back on the water.
Sliding his paw back under the surface, he waited for another fish to swim by. If he caught another, they would have to go back to camp soon to put them with the rest of the fresh kill. There was only so much that the little tom could carry.
He didn’t say anything else, but as he waited by the water, it was quickly becoming apparent his focus had been effectively ruined. A fish could have swam right up to his paws and he wouldn’t have noticed. He had handles that... poorly, he knew, but he was at a loss for how to fix it. Was he supposed to apologize, or double down? He ground his jaw. Chim knew he shouldn’t care but it irked him that he had flinched and ruined their talk. Did it really matter if he was being mocked or complimented?
“... Thanks,” he muttered reluctantly, when the silence had become too poignant. He had never been good at leaving the silence where it lay.
Whiteperch could hear the teeth working together, grinding themselves down. He was surprised when the ginger tom gave an anwer, his ears turning back with interest. "No problem Chim, " the small tom replied, unable to hide the smile in his voice. Internally, Whiteperch was ecstatic at the deputy's revelation. Yet on the inside he knew it would take a lot to convince the tom that he was loved and wanted.
He glanced up at Whiteperch for a long moment, then returned his half-gaze to the water, edging closer to peer beneath the waves. If he was going to prove his family wrong and try to be a half-decent deputy he'd have to bring in a more impressive haul than a single fish for a starving clan, and for once, he was feeling motivated. His eye narrowed, silently urging his prey to swim closer to him, just one of the little fish...
He saw a chance and he took it. Lunging forward, he dove into the river and slammed his forepaws down on a fish. As it writhed he ducked his head below the surface, biting it still and dragging himself back onto dry land. Chim was officially soaked and his thick fur was useless against the cold air now that he was wet, but at least he'd gotten something.
[ who are those puppers in your profile pic first off ]
It was hard not to feel the single eye burn into his pelt, even if it was just for a few moments. Whiteperch couldn't help but give an uncomfortable wriggle, not used to the feeling of being stared at, even if it was by a tom he found attractive and alluring. Despite the deputy's obvious flaws, Whiteperch had never thought any less of him. Hell, he must be doing something right if he made it to Clan deputy, he thought with a curious flick of his feathery tail.
When Chimerahunt dove in after his prey, Whiteperch let out a purr of amusement, trying to hide it into his chest in hopes of not upsetting the ginger tom. Though amused, he was impressed. "Impressive kill," the little tom meowed, eyes wide. Taking a few steps towards Chimerahunt, he gave the fish an appreciative sniff. "I can't wait 'till it's warm enough to go diving, though I hate having to groom myself afterwards. You would think with being a pure WaterClan cat I would have nice, thick, short fur that sheds water. But oh no!" he meowed, sarcasm dripping off of his last words, "I had to be born with this stupid, soft, fluffy fur that holds every bit of moisture there is."
[ that’s kevin/bolivia and pickles/argentina, they’re our old foster pups cx i’ve been thinking about them a lot because just over a year ago by a few days was the last time i saw them ]
Though the steady drip of his fur bothered him, he was courteous enough not to shake while the warrior was standing so close and get him wet too. It was still cold out and even if he was feeling somewhat light he wasn’t outright playful like that. He set the fish down and twitched an ear in acknowledgement of Whiteperch’s compliment and ensuing ramble, waiting patiently for him to finish. With a flash of courage — and in revenge for his embarrassment earlier — he then leaned in close.
“Yeah, but without that soft, fluffy fur you wouldn’t be as cute.”
[ i would love to be able to foster but i don't think travis would allow it x3 i'm at my limit of three animals ]
Amused and undaunted by the deputy's comment, Whiteperch arched a brow and asked, "Oh, so you think I'm cute eh?" Giving a little trill, Whiteperch kneaded at the ground. "So you're allowed to give compliments but you can't take them? Where the fun in that?" Though he wouldn't admit it just yet, he was flattered by the compliment.
[ yeah it's a lot of work especially with other animals, we can't foster dogs anymore because you can't separate them like you can cats (since they have to go outside) and beast has decided she doesn't like living with more dogs xc ]
He didn't know what to say to that; he had expected the warrior to become embarrassed and turn away. His green eye blinked in confusion and he shifted his stance, off guard. "Uh, I... shut up." Shaking his head, he pulled back and turned to look at the river again, lips pressed into a thin line as he fought a ghost of a smile.
"Oh so you do have some personality?" Whiteperch mewed on amused awe. "And I just thought you were a pretty face." Shaking his head with a laugh, the little tom poked his prey with a snowy foot and meowed, "We should get these back to camp pretty soon."
Chim snorted. "Of course I have personality. Ask anyone, they won't shut up about distasteful and unbecoming of a deputy it is." He had long ago gotten used to cats complaining about his bitter pessimism and the vehemence with which he rejected their help when they tried to make him a useful member of the clan, and though it had abated some no that he was a semi-functioning deputy, the sentiment still lingered with hurt feelings. He had expected that, though he hadn't realized how much it would hurt to know his own kin felt the same.
"'Suppose we should," he agreed, turning to look back at the prey they'd caught. With the diminished size of their clan, this was a decent catch that would feed them well.
"I prefer to get to know the cat rather than listen to what others say about them," Whiteperch said with a wave of his tail, flicking it past the ginger toms nose. "It wouldn't kill you to open up to me some, I'm not going to run away screaming or judge you for things that happened in the past." His chin quivered slightly, feeling the hot burn of ears building at the back of his eyes. "I know I'm not the best at that either, I don't have many friends, most cats here just tolerate me."
"What exactly do you think I did in the past to make you run away screaming?" he huffed. He glanced back over at him, unsure if he should be amused or insulted, but there was a strange look on Whiteperch's face that had him at a loss, and he sobered. "If you're looking for friends, you're in the wrong place. Talking with me isn't about to earn you any popularity points. Try Oceanscent, he'll be friends with anybody." His nostrils flared as he gave the reluctant recommendation. Chim had a strained relationship with his son -- he had ignored his kits as much as he could since they were two moons old -- but even he had to admit the tom was aggressively friendly, if dramatic.
Turning back to Chimerahunt with his ears back, Whiteperch narrowed his eyes and said, "I just want to get to know you. I find you interesting and sad and intriguing and slightly scary but fun." So many conflicting feelings ran through him, not knowing if he was saying the right things. "I don't know what I'm trying to say. I just like you that's all. I know it's probably not a mutual feeling."
Where had all this sudden interest come from? He’d been left alone for moons with none of this get to know you business, until the sickness has come along and ruined it. He’d helped out then, and maybe that was when his clanmates started to take notice of him — call him interesting and talk about his potential and make him the damn deputy. He’d gone from forgotten, silently loathed and loathing, to everyone’s personal project. Help out the sad little recluse and feel better about yourself, was that it? Give the deputy a nice little smile so he’ll remember you for the next favor?
“I don’t know what you’re expecting,” he answered tensely, watching him with his bitter green eye. “What do you want me to do, sit down and talk about my feelings? Should we go over my past and study my lkfe’s choices?” His tone was scathing.
"I don't know either," the little tom shot back, plopping down on his rear and looking sullenly back at the river. "I don't know. I just feel like you need a friend or something like that and that I could be that thing." He ran his paw across the ground in front of him, drawing a small furrow in the dirt. He knew the deputy was a hard cat to get to know, every other cat in the Clan said so, yet he was still drawn to the one eyed tom for some reason he could not explain.
Looking up at the tom out of the top of his eyes, Whiteperch gave a him a small smile. "I think you're handsome and have a story to tell, so why wouldn't I want to get to know you? I want to know your likes and dislikes and opinions on things and such. Things that make you, you. Not the Chimerahunt that is the deputy, but the Chim under that."
