RUSTED METAL ──
rustclaws | cadet
Rusted Metal is known by her companions by now as many things; Loud. Unkempt. Aggressive. And overall quite unpleasant to be around. But somehow, that did not deter these other cats from approaching her, and she's not sure if she should feel smug about their recognition of her superiority or annoyed that they won't leave her the hell alone. Whatever. She said she'd repay them for giving her a place to stay… She owes it to Nonna, at least, to try and get along well enough with the other cats. So she does, no matter how difficult they make it for her to.
Such is the case when Hook decides to bring her along for herb gathering. Herb gathering! This is what she's been reduced to, after being so carefully crafted to lead a path of bones and bloodlust - she's out looking for plants, and the disgusting irony of taking part in a healer's job leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. For what is not the first time since the beginning of the pair's excursion, Rust huffs loudly.
"This's boring as hell." She scrapes at the ground mindlessly as she trails along behind the other, ears flattened and good eye narrowed. "Ain't the cold suppos'to make all the plants die anyway? We should just go back." And do something more interesting, she adds silently. She'd much rather go back to sunning herself on her throne of scrap than be aimlessly wandering around picking flowers.
Such is the case when Hook decides to bring her along for herb gathering. Herb gathering! This is what she's been reduced to, after being so carefully crafted to lead a path of bones and bloodlust - she's out looking for plants, and the disgusting irony of taking part in a healer's job leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. For what is not the first time since the beginning of the pair's excursion, Rust huffs loudly.
"This's boring as hell." She scrapes at the ground mindlessly as she trails along behind the other, ears flattened and good eye narrowed. "Ain't the cold suppos'to make all the plants die anyway? We should just go back." And do something more interesting, she adds silently. She'd much rather go back to sunning herself on her throne of scrap than be aimlessly wandering around picking flowers.
give me a fight i can't resist
- ooc: @Hook
- "speaking" | thinking | action