we don't talk anymore like we used to do [gorsetail] Jul 29, 2016 23:02:32 GMT -5
Post by Insidious on Jul 29, 2016 23:02:32 GMT -5
He could rest easy knowing Bluejay of all cats would be the least likely to hold a grudge against him. Admittedly, he had been a little unsure of himself when Dawnblossom asked him to be her escort. It was a great way to further prove that his loyalty lied with StoneClan, so there was no way he would refuse, but it felt like some kind of test just the same. He hadn’t seen any TreeClan cats since he left—outside of the Gathering he was allowed to attend, that was—but even then he hadn’t spoken a word to any of them. It wasn’t because he wanted to be rude, but rather because he couldn’t think of anything to say. He wasn’t worried about Bluejay, but he could only absently wonder who the bluish-gray medicine cat apprentice’s escort was going to be as he wove a path through StoneClan’s territory with Dawnblossom at his side.
As was to be expected, the TreeClan she-cat had greeted him with a friendlier smile than most of his new clan-mates, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her escort: Gorsetail. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and then shyly averted his eyes to the ground. The two of them had left off on a good note, at least, that’s what Crimsonshadow chose to believe, but it was awkward nonetheless. He explicitly remembered himself saying that he would like it if they could try to be friends, but he hadn’t seen him since, and neither of them were the type to push borders in an effort to follow through on empty promises. As the four of them traveled to the Moon Tree, Crimsonshadow was lost in thought; Dawnblossom and Bluejay chatted to fill the silence, but the uninviting line of his lip was sturdier than a boulder.
A part of him wanted to plead with Dawnblossom to stay behind—to under no circumstance leave him alone with Gorsetail—but he could practically imagine the confusion and the hurt etching itself into the TreeClan warrior’s eyes. A heartbeat of silence passed, but it wasn’t entirely unlike the rest of their journey had been. Lifting his head, he cleared his throat, hoping that would be enough to capture the other tom’s attention. “So…” It wasn’t the best opener, but it was better than nothing. “… How has TreeClan been? How have you been?”
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