Camp CHILLIN' ON A DIRT ROAD = [ dustystar ]

[GOLDENROAR]

Nerves still buzzed in his paws, even after he asked to meet with her after the meeting. Deputy. A step above the rest, right paw to Dustystar. Really, he had already been doing this, but being recognized for it? To have an actual title to stand against, not just social garnering about how he acted and responded to things? It was different then just existing, for sure. It brought on quite a few big feelings, but knowing how Dustystar was more cut and clear then emotional, he was doing his best to reign it back so it wasn't awkward for the pair of them.

Goldenroar ducks into the nest underneath of Tallrock, clearing his throat to announce himself. "Comin' in." He calls inside, voice at a neutral level. There was no need to shout, but he wasn't going to be soft-voiced. That was a little more tender then he cared to lean towards. He waits a moment for his eyes to adjust before settling down off to a side, expectant vision turning towards her. "I just- well. Let me back up." He says. "Thank y' for pickin' me. Means a lot, especially what you said back there." He says, ears twitching. Goldenroar inhales quietly, then clears his throat. "Come a long way since we really first met, hm?" He muses, trying to bring amusement back to this conversation over more heart-felt words.

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty six moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar picks her head backup from where it lay on her paws, turning to regard Goldenroar. "It was just the obvious choice. Why get someone else for the job when you've proven you can do it, and do it well?" Despite her matter-of-fact words, her ears are lightly brushed with a pink blush.

indent"We sure have." Dustystar nods, thinking back to their first meeting. She knows she has a tendency to make quick judgements about other cats, sometimes unfairly. It's serves her well, before, but clearly it's not as reliable as she would like to think. "When I think back on how I treated you, I'll admit, I get a little embarrassed. I was tired, and hurting, and I let my worst tendencies come out." She averts her gaze, directing it towards her own paws. "I'm glad you're not the cat I thought you were, Goldy. I'm not sure I coulda' done it without you."

Dustystar - 26 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[GOLDENROAR]

Goldenroar peered at her for a long moment, but he slowly nods in conviction. Her words make sense, after all- him standing up between the fight between Sassafrass and Merrystalk, the border with Skyclan's leader, shouting at cats to get out of the barn; they were all examples of leadership. Or at least, responsibility. He pretends to not see the light pink brushing the insides of her ears, instead latching onto her next statement.

"No, no- no need t' apologize, Dusty." Goldenroar speaks more freely here, using her shortened name. Like friends. Because that's what they were, right? He pauses to consider this briefly, sitting with his back against her den, eyes shaded against any light intruding. He listens to her words and decides that they definitely were. He lets a smile find his face, tail twitching behind him. "Y' were injured. I can't really blame you for actin' like that. Most of us would, sides-" Goldenroar's head tilts. "... I'm glad you n' I are getting along well, really." He says, voice softer in the wake of her eyes dropping away from his.

But I am that cat. A voice whispered, and he shrugs the tiny bead of doubt away. There was no point in trying to go back to that easy-going life he had in the barn. The older he got, it felt like the more responsibility caged him down. A breath leaves him. "How is your eye, anyways? Still seein' okay?" Goldenroar questions, trying to give her an out from the more touchy subject.

_______________________ I KEEP RUNNIN' BUT ☼ I'M STANDING STILL _______________________

• "speech"
  

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• GOLDENROAR he/him, windclan deputy, thirty six moons.
  ☆ a lh golden red marbled tabby with low white and glimmering aqua eyes. often seen with a smirk, confidence oozing from him in heaps, but always the ever-helpful guy.
  ☆ mentored by who / mentoring no one
  ☆ older brother to merry
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[Dustystar]

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar's gaze softens.
"Same here. I'm glad I have a friend in you." In her previous life, Dusty wasn't the most personable of cats. Hell, even now, she wasn't a great speaker. She had cats she considered 'friends', cats she trusted, but she had always kept them at a tails' length, only truly confiding in her Meemaw and Peepaw. But, her Meemaw wasn't around anymore, and she doesn't want to burden Cowboy any more than she already has. In that sense, she's very lucky to have found Goldy.

indentWhen Goldenroar mentions her eye, the soft smile disappears from her face, replaced by the stern, stony face that she seems to be wearing more and more often lately. "Don't patronize me." Despite her sharp words, her voice sounds tired, rather than truly upset. She can't look Goldenroar in the eye as she scolds him. "Take a look and tell me, do you think I'm seein' 'okay'. Although the swelling had gone down, and fur had begun to grow back, her right eye is still clouded and unfocused. A keen eye would notice that it often failed to move in tandem with her left, lagging behind or remaining still.

indentDustystar never thought she cared much about how she looked, but she's realizing now how proud she had been on the handsome, piercing gaze. That was gone, now, as far as she was concerned. It shouldn't bother her, really, but it's another blow to her ego of the many she suffered in the direct aftermath of the fire. 'Some of them hardly respect me on a good day, how can I ask for their respect when I can't even hunt my own prey, or look them in the eye? It's pathetic.'

Dustystar - 26 moons - Windclan Leader