YOUR HEART FELT GOOD ౨ৎ rooster

[nutmegpurr nutmegpurr]

The council disperses. Nutmeg bids a farewell, a loving murmur, to Meadowpaw before she turns on her paws. There's a very specific pelt that she's looking for, that she promised she'd find… Ribbons of oranges and blues and wreathes of smoke, Stars, there's nothing more that she wants than to lean in to him, to know that he was okay now, even if he hadn't been. To know that he was alive, to hear the beat of his heart in her ears. She swallows the shame and girlish embarrassment that rises in her throat at the urges. She, selfishly, allowed herself to feel them. For once, she will indulge.

He's not hard to find. "Roostertuft." she breathes gently, like his name was a prayer in the tip of her tongue; he was even better to see than in her imagination. She steps forwards, despite the scream in the back of her mind that tells her not to. She leans, despite the urge to run. She rests her forehead against his shoulder, despite the tiny whisper of ruination, despite the fear of ruining everything, their friendship, this. "I was so… nervous." terrified sounds too raw, too vulnerable. "I thought I would never see you or Meadow again. I thought…" you both had died, she swallows hard, keeping back that fear, keeping back the choked sob that threatens to come out. Foolishly, she wants to curl in to him.

GOOD NEWS FOR ANYONE ♡ WHO LOVES BAD NEWS

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

 

[ROOSTERTUFT]

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He doesn't stray far from where the council gathers and speaks to one another, Roostertuft still settled on his haunches, unable to focus on anything but the beating of his heart, and he's relieved in a sense. He couldn't imagine dying so soon and well, maybe Starclan had pitied him enough so they allowed him to escape with his life and he's appreciative of it. The moor runner feels as if he has lost enough and if he were to lose more, well, he would've been quite bitter in the afterlife… they'd never hear the end of it.

His ears perk up noticing that the council starts to disperse, his bicolored gaze briefly focusing on Goldenroar for a heartbeat, and his eyes snap towards the one that he had been waiting for… the one who had waited for him. If that isn't love… he doesn't know what is. Although, he doesn't know if he's ready to ruin another friendship… what happened between him and Goldenroar had partially been his fault too, hadn't it? What if he ruined the beautiful friendship between himself and Nutmegpurr because he's being selfish and wishing for more?

He doesn't know if he could live with himself if that were the case and– his thoughts are interrupted as her forehead finds his shoulder. She utters his name as if it were holier than the word of Starclan itself and more coveted by the stars than their starlit ancestors. It takes everything in him not to crumble underneath her touch and he offers a relaxed smile in turn "Hey…" The former barncat simply answers and her next words are enough to make his grin falter, he could practically hear the near sob that wishes to crawl out from the depths of her throat, and it causes his own heart to ache terribly. The thought of being the reason for this hurt causes mixed feelings to sprout within his chest, a fear of ruining the both of them, and he isn't sure if he's ready for that to rest on his shoulders.

Roostertuft didn't want to be the reason why Nutmegpurr's heart broke, he didn't want to be the reason that they'd eventually drift apart from one another, and yet… oh, the thought of being hers. It's an intoxicating thought to be so drunk on her affection, her undivided attention, and rare smiles or humor that only appears for him when the both of them are alone together. Fate… that's what they had called it.

Despite the fear that seizes at both mind and heart, Rooster leans forward to press his nose to her temple to reassure her that he's still here and whole… that he's alright. "Hey, it's alright now ain't it? I'm here and Meadow is too. And stars above, you're here too and I'm grateful for it… so very grateful." He'd leave out the fact that he had nearly died for the sake of her heart and not to worry her, he didn't need her stressing out about his well-being when he could still walk and talk, and he moves his nose away from her forehead slowly still feeling the electricity coursing throughout his body in intense ripples.

He wishes to say more but he bites down on his tongue so that he doesn't make a fool of himself. Roostertuft had already allowed himself to be vulnerable once and look what that had gotten him… a heavy heart and a bridge burned between himself and someone that he had considered a close friend once upon a time. He couldn't ruin himself again, no, he couldn't be the cause for ruining Nutmegpurr. Love came with sacrifices didn't it? This could be his sacrifice even if it makes him feel rather awful. He's still selfish deep down it seems...

FACES ILLUMINATED IN THE DARK

ROOSTERTUFT

WINDCLAN WARRIOR
TRANS MASC x HE/HIM​

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"speech", thoughts, attacking
a large, longhaired black smoke tortie/blue ticked tabby chimera with a pair of earthy toned eyes and low white
has complicated feelings towards goldenroar and subtly interested in nutmegpurr

charismatic, stubborn, adventurous, aloof, and awkward would be a few words that describe roostertuft as an individual. a former barncat that's getting accustomed to clan life after the events of the barn burning down, he oftentimes misses the life before it burnt down yet he's someone who'll adapt to change.