JACKDAW
Jackdaw won't pretend he knows the way this group- Skyclan- operates, but it doesn't take much at all to figure out there's a sort of tension in the air. Not exactly like the one he had gotten used to back home, and he thinks that may be a blessing in itself, but it still lingers like his new clanmates were waiting for something else to happen.
But, until it does- if it does- it's the last thing Jackdaw is worried about.
With a black-and-white feathered corpse in his jaws, and a little huffed out laugh at the imagery of it- Jackdaw carrying a jackdaw- his attention lands on Doe. And, unceremoniously, weaving his way between cats, he heads for his sister until he can drop the bird at their paws. And then he drops himself, flopping with his side touching Doe's. From where he's angled, he doesn't have to look at the scar unless he really tries to. Not that he will. Not any time soon.
"So. Skyclan." The name sounds odd, coming from him, and so does the neutral tone he takes when he speaks. Had it just been the two of them, he would have let more slip. But they're not, and there's a lack of the infighting that would have given him that freedom.
"It's different, isn't it?"
But, until it does- if it does- it's the last thing Jackdaw is worried about.
With a black-and-white feathered corpse in his jaws, and a little huffed out laugh at the imagery of it- Jackdaw carrying a jackdaw- his attention lands on Doe. And, unceremoniously, weaving his way between cats, he heads for his sister until he can drop the bird at their paws. And then he drops himself, flopping with his side touching Doe's. From where he's angled, he doesn't have to look at the scar unless he really tries to. Not that he will. Not any time soon.
"So. Skyclan." The name sounds odd, coming from him, and so does the neutral tone he takes when he speaks. Had it just been the two of them, he would have let more slip. But they're not, and there's a lack of the infighting that would have given him that freedom.
"It's different, isn't it?"