Juncostar
shadowclan leader
Juncostar was a common sight within the camp, socializing and making a scene with any-cat and every-cat who'd give him the slightest bit of attention. Though recently he'd kind of withdrawn, today he seemed to be back in his cheerful mood. When his eyes fell on a familiar form, he said his goodbyes to the group he was currently in, turning his paws toward Chester. Since his injury, and being dragged back to the ShadowClan camp, Juncostar had felt responsible for checking in with the kittypet, if only to make sure he was comfortable. On his way toward the tom, he stopped at the freshkill pile to pick up a robin for them to share.
Dropping the bird right at Chester's paws, the grey tom flashed a bright smile. "Hey there," he greeted, turning to settle himself down beside the other tom. Reaching a paw over, he dragged the robin toward himself to begin working at the feathers on it. Between struggling with them, he attempted to make conversation. "'Figured we could share a meal, yeah?" he offered, tail flicking behind him as he awaited a response.
Juncostar
shadowclan leader
(he/him)
The smile that Chester offered him was so genuine, it almost made Juncostar a little uncomfortable. He'd never been the best with emotions or vulnerability, and seeing some-cat so open and free with their emotions-- even positive ones-- was a bit unsettling. He'd gotten pretty good at hiding his discomfort, however, and managed to only express it in a light tapping of his forepaws against the ground beneath him. Chester certainly was a friendly one. Perhaps that was why he'd always made friends with the grumpy type.
Eyes widening as the kittypet stood awkwardly, leg kind of just dangling behind him, Juncostar jumped to his paws. "Chester, wait--" he blurted, but broke off when he saw the determination in the other tom's eyes. It was admirable, how Chester could stand there with a broken leg, still begging to be useful to the Clan that was taking care of him. It was weird to see that kind of drive in a kittypet, and the ShadowClanner was taken aback for a moment. He opted to fall silent and simply watch as the tom lowered himself into a crouch. It was pitiful; Juncostar didn't know if it was just that his leg was broken or if Chester truly just lacked any sort of skill. It could be improved on, though; he wasn't a lost cause.
"Hmm..." the tom hummed, looking closely at Chester's form. "Well, ya got some work to do, but it's not too bad," he complimented, nodding in approval. Stepping closer, he used his tail to tap lightly on Chester's hip. "It's gonna be a lot harder with that leg, but your hips gotta be more level. You want to distribute your weight evenly between all your paws, so that you can walk more quietly." He next tapped Chester's tail, walking around behind him. "And your tail's gotta be straight behind you; don't let it touch the ground while you're walking." Rounding back to stand in front of the kittypet, Juncostar flashed a grin. "Otherwise, you got a good base. We can definitely work with this, and get'cha hunting perfectly."