Piedwren riverclan warrior
With a groan, the tom flopped down on his belly. "Oh, come on," he complained, rolling his eyes once more. "We get it; you're the perfect warrior. You got morals and drive and yada-yada-- whatever. Don't you ever do anything fun? You can't tell me you've never taken a single day to just relax. Don't you think we deserve a break?" He didn't seem to care much for responsibilities; while he was loyal to his Clan, he had always done just the bare minimum to earn his keep. He didn't expect some-cat as uptight and self-righteous as Blackthorn to appreciate downtime, but he needed to try. The last thing he wanted to do was sit here all day, scooping fish from the water, staring at his own blank expression on its surface.
Even less exciting than sitting here, however, was the idea of Blackthorn following through on her threat. If she came along, he would be able to get away with skipping the trip; it's not like she'd admit to something as scandalous as taking a break. "Come on, Blackthorn," he urged, "I promise you literally anything else we could do will be more fulfilling than any amount of hunting could possibly be."
Piedwren
riverclan warrior
With a roll of his eyes, the two-toned tom decided to ignore Blackthorn's threats. He'd responded enough to her jabs, and it was getting exhausting to go back and forth like this. He wasn't worried. He had nothing to worry about. Piedwren instead focused on the only conversation they'd had thus far that had any worth to it-- the antlers. His green eyes glowed brightly as she seemed to be caught off guard by his suggestion; he could see how curious she was, and it got him excited to get moving. "Antlers," he repeated, flashing a grin.
"Does there have to be a use for them?" he countered, rolling his shoulders in an easy shrug. "They're cool to look at; isn't that plenty?" he reasoned, pushing himself to his paws. "Come on, I'll show you where I found some last leafbare. It's just down the stream a bit; it'll take us only a few minutes to get there." He tossed his head to gesture down the stream, before he turned and began padding the way he'd indicated.
“He may reflect differently after I tell him about your behavior today.” She warned, temper flaring. How could a noble Leader like Darkstar give a Warrior like this a pass? Sure, their Leader was on the young side, so he lacked experience. But Blackthorn couldn’t see how experience would enable him to see this situation differently. She was even younger and she could barely stand Piedwren.
“What- antlers?” She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting him to say, but it wasn’t that.
“What would you even do with them if you found some? They’re not food.” she meowed, genuinely curious now. It showed as she took a step closer.
Piedwren
riverclan warrior
The tom scoffed as Blackthorn insulted him. "If I wasn't contributing, Darkstar would've thrown me out by now," he pointed out slowly, his tailtip flicking with annoyance. He watched as she turned to look at her fish, a glint in his eye as he realized he was slowly wearing her down. "As much as I'd love to take a swim, it's probably a little too cold for that," he lamented. "But," he went on, a grin plastered on his lips, "There's something even better I've been meaning to do."
"You ever found shed antlers?" he asked, his ears perked at the idea he might really get out of hunting today. "Deer start losing them around this time of leafbare; it might still be a little early to actually find any, but we might get lucky."
Blackthorn drew herself up, water droplets still clinging to her long white whiskers. She shed them with one swift shake of her head, her eyes now blazing with a touch more irritation than before. Did this guy never give up? How did such a selfish lazy cat be raised in the Clans? She’d met kittypets with more drive.
“Well, I won’t claim to be perfect but I do my duty. My duty is fun, perhaps having never truly applied yourself you could not imagine that, but it’s true.” She huffed, turning to examine her catches. She did probably have enough now, but she was reluctant to admit that they had any spare time. Whatever ideas Piedwren had about fun were probably ill-advised.
“What would you even do besides your job? Lay in the sun, swim? It sounds aimless and dull.” She clucked.