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Post by simplylight on Sept 2, 2019 21:27:12 GMT -5
They floated by like leaves on the wind, twirling and swirling shapes letting the gusts guide them to their next destination. He watched without watching as he sorted through the new batch of comfrey that some apprentice found earlier in the day. One side of his already lacking vision stayed trained to the ground where the soft herbs waited to be sorted through, but the corner observed the floating shapes of the others. Lavenderblood admired them and their ability to lack structure as they drifted from point 'a' to point 'b.' How he would love to fall off the branch of perfectionism and rigid systems to join them. His attention returned to the fragile leaves as his paws. He picked out a dry one and let out a little 'tsk.' The sun had dried out and crisped many of the herbs this season. Graythorn would not be happy with this sad little store. He let his paw float above the ground until it fell on the leaf. Just a little pressure...and the light crunch of a shattered leaf filled only the space around his ears. A breeze would soon pick up those bits and scatter them further away from their original host. Oh how life could be so cruel...
Edited Sept 2, 2019 21:28:37 GMT -5 By simplylight
"You know, those little bits of that leaf? Might seem harmless, might seem like, oh, what's the—what's the harm in just drift away so prettily on the wind? What bad could possibly come of it? I'll tell you the harm, Lavender - those of us with allergies, those little dry bits that are so innocent get caught in my nose and then I could die. I could die, Lavender." All of this was said in a muffled, nasally voice as Snowyspots trotted over to the other garden keeper, a bundle of thyme and wildflowers held in his mouth. He laid the herbs and flowers carefully at his paws and tilted his head, looking down at Lavenderblood like a little disapproving parent. It was a role he was so very used to playing for his sibling and he found it rather hard to shrug off even in the other aspects of his life; but, especially here, with him being so small and so young, it was rather difficult to take seriously.
Clicking his tongue and shaking his head with a little sigh, he crouched down a little way from Lavender and began to sort the thyme from the wildflowers into separate piles, one for Graythorn, one for the camp decorations - a job he took very, very seriously, and that he considered himself quite important for having been entrusted with. And then, another one of the dry leaves flitted and tapped across the dry earth to settle against Snowyspot's cheek. Letting out another loud sigh, he stopped what he was doing and turned to the other tom, giving him a just-sucked-on-a-lemon, overly polite sort of look. "Would you mind keeping your things to your side? I'm trying to work."
Post by simplylight on Sept 2, 2019 22:05:36 GMT -5
His ears pricked as the mesmerizing vision of golden-hued specks that drifted away on the breeze he silently foreshadowed was interrupted by such a whiny commotion. The irritation that prickled deep in his belly lifted no further than to his throat and dissolved away before words even thought about leaving his tongue. Snowyspots was an interesting leaf. His fragility seemed anchored in a fear of getting sick, or maybe a fear of dying. When was the last time a cat really died of allergies? Still, Lavenderblood's thoughts focused more on 'prettily'. "Hm, I suppose it is a beautiful thing." He murmured, almost forgetting the young tom was there before he spoke up again with that scrunched-up look. He could've sworn he recently saw a fish that made that same face. What an interesting thought.
A soft smile gracefully swept across his muzzle and the lanky tom let his head tilt just slightly with innocence. "Ah, my apologies. I guess I got lost in thought. Do you need any herbs for those allergies? It sounds like they really aren't fun to deal with, and I feel I owe you for the trouble." His voice was soft-spoken and deep, full of sincerity even though the irritation still prickled. Lavenderblood knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him. He felt some silent responsibility to keep his clanmates, who could be so easily splintered, comfortable and happy.
Edited Sept 2, 2019 22:06:17 GMT -5 By simplylight
Hm, I suppose it is a beautiful thing. Snowyspots stared at the other tom in perfect stupefaction for a long moment, utterly at a loss for words. Finally, he scoffed, folding his forepaws neatly and sitting up a little straighter - which, really, was saying something, considering how rigid he always was in the first place, rigid enough to give himself stiff backaches. I guess I got lost in thought. "Yes, I suppose you did," he replied prissily, sniffing pointedly. "No, thank you - you do owe me for the trouble but I don't think I'd trust you not to poison me." He let out a scoffing little laugh, pleased with the joke he'd just thought up. "Probably bring me mouse bile instead of marigold." He let out another small laugh and turned away from Lavender dismissively, going back to his work.
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Post by simplylight on Sept 3, 2019 11:04:33 GMT -5
He turned his head curiously to the snarky tom, a little sarcastic humor making his whiskers twitch. "And why do you think that?" Lavender spoke, offering up a light challenge in his otherwise calm voice. Is it because I can't see? Or is it because you fear what you don't understand? He kept his thoughts to himself and simply waited for a response, tail tapping lightly on the ground. Let him run over me. If it really makes him happy to feel all high and mighty, then just let him. It doesn't make me any worse of a cat. Was he trying to convince himself of that? Truly, the insecurities threatened to bubble out of his jaws and into a long slew of heated, irrational words. He had to keep them reigned in.
