AND THATS HOW THE WORLD BEGAN ౨ৎ rooster

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

Nutmeg is an excellent worker, at least on the surface. She does not complain, does not share more than quiet contemplation- she does her job, she does it to the best of her abilities. Though she can tell she was slowing more recently Her chest has felt heavier, these days, her paws feel more like they're dragging than walking. She feels exhaustion pull at the corners of her mind, but she pushes forwards regardless, curled ears swiveling back as the greenleaf heat beats down unto her coat. The heat makes her slightly dizzy but again, she pushes on, nearing the border tail flicking behind her. The pines stretch on forever, the difference in sights is a blessing and a curse.

The thunderpath is horribly acidic today. Nutmeg wrinkles her nose.

The sound of paw-steps behind her causes her to narrow her eyes, the fur along her spine raising ever so slightly as she turns her head next, surveying. The grass parts, she prepares... It's Roostertuft. She relaxes slightly, but her shoulders are still tense as her eyes flit back over to Shadowclan territory. "Didn't expect to see anyone else here." it was admittance, sure, but it was an attempt at a conversation starter. She doesn't much care, anymore.

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan, 25 moons )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"

 

[ROOSTERTUFT]

NAMEHERE ── .✦

Chaps or rather, Roostertuft, had been trying to adapt to the sudden changes in his life even if he found it a bit troubling to say the least but he would push onward and do his duty as a warrior of Windclan. He's no longer a barncat that could spend his days within the horseplace and laze about on piles of hay, he remembers the simplicity of those days, and finds himself missing them a lot more than he cares to admit. The grass underneath his paws tickle as he pads throughout the territory so that he'd remember each landmark... so that he could have it down and not feel like he'd end up somewhere else entirely. The longhaired tom can feel the way that the warmth of the sun bleeds into his coat, it reminds him of those days where he'd sleep in even if he knows that isn't a possible luxury anymore lest he become a rogue, and that isn't a path that he's willing to walk just yet.

His tufted ears angling forward when he catches the dappled pelt of Nutmegpurr and he approaches with a quiver of his whiskers, she seems to hear him as she turns in his direction to which his own gaze locks with hers. "I didn't either... reckon I'd be alone out 'ere but having company is nice." Rooster says rather plainly though there's faint traces of a smile forming on his maw as his paws shuffle against the blades of grass that threaten to cling onto his coat, his own earthy gaze unwavering as he allows himself to grow lost in that molten honeyed pools that belonged to Nutmeg, and he blinks once noticing the way that her paws had been dragging earlier when he had passed her earlier within camp. "You're as pale and wobbly as a newborn lamb." Surely, she would know better than to work herself to the bone but he doubts that anyone has talked to her about it or even had the courage of doing so, Rooster found it came to him rather easily given how he could be blunt at times.

"Have ya been taking time for yerself? So, that you aren't wearing yerself thin?" It isn't any of his business really, he didn't know how Dustystar divided the work between all his council members, and his mind wanders briefly thinking about Goldenroar. The other tom had become Windclan's prized pony as he moved up in the ranks to settle down beside the newest leader with his own shining ribbon to wear and prance around so that all the other clans knew who would be next in line. There's complicated feelings that had been untouched for several moons but he chooses to shove them down once more so that he'd focus on Nutmeg instead of thinking of that stupid golden mane and dumb sunshine bathed tomcat, Rooster would be better off if Goldenroar didn't live in his mind rent free.

A snort slips from him as his feathery tail flicks behind him before lifting into the air and tilts his helm to the side "You look like you need a breather or nap... or one of everythin'." A nicer way of saying that she looked awful without actually saying it.

 

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

Seems like he hadn't expected her presence either, and the mutual feeling shared between her relaxes the tension in her shoulders ever so slightly. She vaguely remembers him from the barn- oh, the barn… Something homesick rears its ugly head and her gaze grows less sharp, a bit more unfocused. She misses it so, so greatly, misses the simplicity… Or maybe she just missed the fact that what she had left of her brother had burnt down to the ground with it. She swallows, hard, an ear flicking. His gaze is a bit too intense for her liking, but she can see the smile. Maybe he's right… Company would be nice, and she forces herself to relax.

You're as pale and wobbly as a newborn lamb.

Her lips purse in to a thin line and a heavy breath is exhaled through her nose, something akin to a sigh, something akin to a half-laugh. She can't deny it, not really, but hearing it said out loud… Stings a little, hurts, when shes taken so much pride in dedicating her time to others. She has never really had much time to take care of herself, not since her brother had up and left. It was easier split between two, it was easier when it was not just her, but when her eyes briefly flutter shut as the cogs in her brain turns, she sees familiar green eyes, a gentle smile. Yellow eyes, full of warmth… She has to remind herself that she does it for them. "Thanks," she finally responds. "Just tell me I look horrible next time, I think that felt worse." its meant to be a jest, but it comes out with dry humor. She licks her lips, awkward as he speaks again.

Another sigh leaves her, less audible than before, but with the heave of her sides its more than visible.

A nap would be nice… When she thinks about it, her body yearns to be back in her nest, to curl in to it and fall asleep for a very, very long time. "I wish." it comes out accidentally, an admittance she hadn't meant to voice. It's pining, yearning. She… She suddenly finds herself aching for the closeness of someone else. Shes not sure who, her sister, her little brother, him. "I mean…" she looks away. To be vulnerable with a clanmate, if just for one moment… She feels so uptight around the council, following each and every order given to her, ensuring it was followed through with precision. She keeps an eye on what used to be her mother, ensuring that she no longer harms Meadowpaw, no longer harms anyone with a tongue as sharp as hers had been. She feels distant from her sister, which she knows isn't truly the case, but with both of them being busy…? And her poor little brother, Stars, she should really check up on him, shouldn't she? She had so much to do, so little time. "I'm so tired. I haven't gotten a proper nights sleep in moons." she finally rasps. When it comes out, shes not sure why she said it anymore. He hadn't really asked, had he? "But I'll manage." she tacks on quickly, tail sweeping over the ground as she takes a few steps away from the thunderpath. She's not even sure why she came to this border, really. There wasn't much to sightsee here.

The silence stretches, yet for some reason, shes desperate to fill it. Desperate to keep the exhaustion from seizing her mind. "Are you settling in well?" she turns to face him, now, ears swiveling back. It's a loaded question, but she thinks it evens the playing field for them both… Or maybe she's just scrambling for shared vulnerability, so she wasn't left looking like a fool. Her stomach twists painfully in its confines.

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

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  NUTMEGPURR ♡
  
  ( gale guard of windclan )​
  ❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
  ❥ mentoring n/a
  ❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw
  ❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ❥ penned by chuff
  
  "speech"