Frecklegale
RiverClan Warrior
Frecklegale was at an impasse.
There was a tom in the camp, Edgefrost, who seemed to be off on his own. She narrowed her eyes, staring at him for such a long time. The question was, what was she going to do about it? He didn't look like he wanted to talk too much. After all, there had to be a reason he was alone, right?
But she wanted to talk to him. And not just because she felt bad he was alone. She was bored for StarClan's sake! And he seemed to be the only available companion.
So with her mind made up, she strode over to the tom.
"Hiya! Mind if I hang out with ya?"
Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
The large Maine Coon felt his left eye twitch as the molly began babbling, talking at an incredibly fast pace while looking happy. No, Edge usually wanted to smack those kind of felines who carried that attitude with them. Stars, Edge wanted to find a quiet place for himself and currently hide from everyone. Why did everyone enjoy talking to him? The black and gray Maine Coon would rather watch some water dry on a rock than socialize with his peers. His kits seemed to be the only ones saved from his broody attitude.
“Can you quiet down for a moment before I get a headache?!” Edge snapped, his dark green eyes were narrowed and his tail was lashing. Frecklegale was certainly a character, he wasn’t sure if she was annoying or he was grateful to have some kind of innocence as company. Taking a deep breath, the large tom allowed himself to take a couple of moments to quietly calm down and gather his thoughts. Sleekfeather had encouraged him as of late to start interacting more with others, he didn’t want to but Edge promised his brother that he would make some kind of effort.
Watching his words so he wouldn’t come off even more rude, his dark green eyes were narrowed “I would like to visit the Island. I need to search for some shells for my kits.” Edge simply said, he wondered why everyone enjoyed interacting with him.. He was broody, sarcastic and grumpy. Moving towards the direction of the Island, a small snort escaped him “My name is Edge, not Grumpytail.. Talk about being rude.” The black and gray Maine Coon muttered, rolling his eyes at the irony.
Looking back at her as they were padding through the forest, his eyes squinted “You better have a good eye for shells, I want only the best for my sons… But I suppose you can find yourself one too.” Edge grumbled, still unimpressed with the molly. She was a strange creature.
“Anyways why are you so peepy all the time”
Edgefrost
Riverclan Warrior
Why couldn’t Edge have a single day of peace and quiet? That's all he asked for in life.
Grumbling to himself, a string of curse words escaped under his breath when noticing Frecklegale strolling towards him. Dear Stars, couldn’t he catch a break from felines approaching him to socialize? Edge simply wanted to spend some time brooding in peace. Why was it every warriors’ mission in Riveclan to annoy him? Was it written on his face ‘Talk to me, I’m approachable’ ?. The large Maine Coon narrowed his eyes when the smaller molly approached him with a huge smile on her face.
“What do you want?” Edge muttered, his dark green gaze showed disinterest. Letting out a scoff when she spoke, he arched an eyebrow “I don’t know, can you?” The black and gray tom said sarcastically, hoping it would cause Frecklegale to find another feline to go ahead and bother. However, the calico didn’t move. A long sigh escaped the tom, as he knew that Frecklegale probably wouldn’t leave until she’s ready to.
“Fine, but the moment that you start annoying me.. I’m walking off.” Edge said, squinting his eyes at her. At the moment, the large black and gray tom was the most anti-social feline within Riverclan.. Why couldn’t he have a moment to himself? It was like he was attracting these characters without even trying. Scooting aside, he allowed her to sit next to him. Edge looked at the clearing, his dark green gaze was watching the felines surrounding him