Hello Friendships...? | Kestrelspeckle | Semi - Literate |

OOC: I'm Opacity, new here but not to forum RP or RP in general!

Meet Kestrelspeckle. A pessimistic tom with a hard head and a reluctant attitude against anything but food. Will a warrior or two be able to get him to open up to them, or even make some new friends or more than that? Oh, maybe.

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Kestrelspeckle sat on a fallen log by the warrior's den, the bark's snow draped hue making him stand out like bright lichen against dark slate. He tried to catch a wink of sleep in the dawn's rising, but the new sun against the stupid snow and the lack of shade from the tree he was by was bright, even with his eyes closed. Plus, it was crazy windy up in these altitudes. He had thick enough fur, but even with his tail wrapped around him tight and his pelt fluffed up more than a goose's, he was still could. And hungry, but the remaining prey was cold and inedible by now. Most of his mornings started out like this. Today was no different.

It wouldn't be too bad if he had any friends. But most of the felines in the entire mountain were either annoying or dramatic, or both! Or those she-cats that would swoon at the slightest word of a tom, or those toms that would act up like a brute at the slightest accidental slip of the tongue. He took in a whiff or two of the camp to find out if any felines were nearby. Kestrelspeckle knew others may find him as arrogant, but in his mind, though he didn't want to admit it, he longed for a friend or maybe even a mate? He truly did. He just needed someone to find that out for themselves.

Kestrelspeckle laughed flatly, looking at his fur. "My beautiful fluff is natural." he meowed with a little sniff, flicking the tip of his tail as a sign of greeting. "The name's Kestrelspeckle. You, my curly friend?" Kestrelspeckle greeted in a casual tone, getting up from laying down and stretching. It was still a little windy, but it was seeming to die down. From his stomach being so warm from laying down, however, it was still pretty cold to sit up. "Oh well." he thought to himself with a shrug, sitting down on the log and facing the yellowish tomcat. He wondered how he had even noticed him.

(OCC: Wow, a response. xD I wasn't expecting anyone to. ;w; )

Kestrelspeckle shrugged, swiping a paw over his tongue and smoothing a tuft of fur on his forehead. He was usually out often, so his presence wasn't quite known to some of the new felines at camp or felines in Snowclan in general. It was a big and bustling clan, anyways.

"I've been here for a few moons. I'm usually out hunting, walking, or just with my friends. I haven't seen you much either, my friend. When did you join, stranger?" Kestrelspeckle laughed, looking at the unfamiliar tom with curiosity.

Kestrelspeckle turned his head to see Silverstone, a feline he'd seen a few times around the camp. He nodded to her, clearing his throat. "Um, I'm Kestrelspeckle." He flicked his tail towards the sandy tomcat to his side on the log. "And that's Licht. A pleasure." he purred.

"Nice to meet'cha, Silverstone. So, what have you both been up too?" Kestrelspeckle asked them, hoping they had more interesting and less dramatic lives then what he or others he knew had. Not pointing paws or anything, but he knew some drama cats. Sighing to himself mentally, he continued to converse with the two felines with interest.

Kestrelspeckle frowned. Obviously drama was everywhere, and the forests and earth itself was becoming more dangerous. "That's too bad. I hear they're in something with some group or rouges?" he asked her for clarification, wrapping his pluming tails over his paws.

Kestrelspeckle rolled his swampy green eyes with annoyance, letting out a sigh. "Those annoying Bloodclanners are on our tails all the time, too. It's like they have nothing better to do. No lives other than killing off other's. It's a regrettable thing." Kestrelspeckle grumbled.