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Well, maybe he was right about that. For a long time his only friend had been his brother, but his littermate had turned on him and they hadn’t spoken since the deputy ceremony. Violetstar was the only cat in the clan he could even consider, but they had a different relationship now; they couldn’t be friends and leader and deputy, it just couldn’t work. And as much as he was loathe to admit it Chim was a talker and he had held onto everything for far too long already.
“I’ve been alone most of my life. I don’t...” It was supposed to sound casual, like he didn’t need a friend, but his voice betrayed him and it sounded pathetic and lonely. He scowled and left it alone, switching topics, automatic and defensive, his words as familiar as breathing. “I don’t believe you and I don’t know what you actually want, so tell me or leave me alone. Stop with the compliments and be real.”
Chim couldn’t trust a smiling face, couldn’t believe that he was handsome — but really, more than that, it wasn’t denial or mistrust that kept him guarded, just habit. He had spent his life building up walls and everything was tearing them down and he knew he sounded like fake and repetitive but what else was he supposed to say? Exposing his vulnerability would sever the cord tying him to who he used to be and even if it was stupid he just wasn’t ready to give that up yet.
Whiteperch had sat down while the tom was talking, wrapping his tail around his paws. Scales from his kill glittered across his chin and cheekbones, water still dripping from his whiskers. In his mind, it was hard not to love the ginger furred tom. There was something about him that he just wanted to protect and fix and care for. Yet he had no idea of the tomcats sexuality or if he was even looking or curious about taking a mate. Whiteperch knew that he had kits which made him nervous, but he wasn't one not to try.
At his confession, Whiteperch gave a small nod. "I get it, don't worry about it. I understand what the loneliness is like. And as for me lying about what I want, you're right. I like you and I would love to get to know you but I'm not a she-cat and I can't bear kits and for me that has always ended things, when it comes to friendships or otherwise. So I try to just play the friend angle with a bit of flirting and I do my best to get by."
He ground his jaw, mildly annoyed that this tom refused to just give up and let it go. He brushed away the talk of loneliness, he’d expected something alone those lines, but the admission caught him off guard. Again. Maybe if Whiteperch would get out of his head for just a minute, let him properly catch his breath and think and not be so focused and confused by the determined little tom, he could figure out what this had to do with kits or what Whiteperch meant by like if it had to do with kits or the confirmation that he definitely had been flirting.
Rising, the deputy paced restlessly up and down the bank, searching for fresh air to clear his head. He ought to take a moment and properly think his response through, but instead he heard himself saying,
“I don’t like kits.”
Bravo, Chim, just go ahead and remind him of one more thing you hate that everyone else loves, that’ll turn out well.
"Never did, not really. Thought I'd like my own, but..." He shook his head slowly. "I saw how easily my brother got along with his kits and I just couldn't do it. Thought if I couldn't love them properly I might as well not be in their lives at all. Easier to just pretend they didn't exist." He cast a sideways glance at the tom. "Easier for me."
