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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby stopped in his steps a few seconds after Righthook did, he turned to look at the tom nodding his head at the introduction. He cleared his throat before speaking, lifting his left paw close to his chest as he stood still, keeping pressure off his weakest limb. "Huh, Righthook. Hello." The huff that he let out at the beginning of his sentence was nothing major, Bigby had simply correlated the name Righthook with the punch itself. That must've been a pretty bad*ss name to have, he thought, but he wasn't going to say that. The relationship between the two didn't feel quite strong enough for some whimsical comments and social casualty. Deep inside, the brute didn't actually think it would ever get that strong. He wasn't too keen on friends, and others weren't too keen on befriending him, so the feeling was rather mutual with them at least. Bigby sighed, shaking the thought out of his head and finally giving out his name to the feline.


    "Officer Bigby." There was a certain raspiness in the back of Bigby's huge pair of lungs, it gave the slight sound of a growl to his voice. Pressing his left paw on the ground again, Bigby moved ahead slowly to allow Righthook to follow him at a comfortably slow pace. The dire wolf himself had a slight limp in his step, but it wasn't as prominent. Somedays it was worse, somedays it was simply non-existant. He let his yellow eyes fall onto Righthook's little black paws. They were bloodied, severed at the toe from a declawing operation. The thought of it made the wolf cringe, he wondered why Righthook would've wanted such an operation. Was it his own will? Was it forced? Despite the want to know more, Bigby wasn't going to smother the other male with a storm of inquiries. All he knew was that this cat was going through a hellish amount of pain. "If you ever need me to slow down, tell me, okay?"



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby kept walking, the ear that was closest to Righthook flickering towards to tom's direction as he picked up a foreign response. The brute nodded his head looking like he understood, which he didn't, but Bigby wasn't one to ask too many questions. He let out a sigh at the apologetic tone the cat gave him. To him, it sounded like a pitiful mewl but Bigby wasn't going to say that. "Hey, listen." He said abruptly, shooting his gleaming amber gaze over to Righthook. "It's okay to be slow, it's okay to take your time, alright?" He said straightforwardly, clearing out some of the issues that the injured black tom felt. Bigby's ears dropped slightly as he realized his somewhat snappish tone. With a sigh, the dire wolf turned his glance away as the two were nearing the barracks. He spoke again in a softer tone to compensate for the harshness he had used previously. "Give yourself a break."



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby frowned a little as he tried to focus on Righthook's words, trying to understand exactly what he was trying to say here. The words were as scattered as his thought patterns and Bigby couldn't pick up a single thing from it. The huge brute halted by the entrance to the barracks, glancing over to the pregnant feline that he was escorting. "Listen kid." He said gruffly, not even thinking that the cat he was talking to was older than he was. Bigby had the tendency to call everyone 'kid' no matter what their ages. If they were smaller than him, which most of them were, they were all kids in his eyes. He hoped that Righthook didn't take it too close to heart.
    "I'll decide if I'm mean or if I'm nice, I don't need you to tell me what I can or cannot do." He said frankly with an edge to his gravelly voice, irritability getting the best of the dire as he tried to respond to all the mixed topics this lieutenant was trying to mention. "Honestly, I'm not good at this either, if you couldn't tell." Bigby continued raucously, stepping into the barracks and expecting Righthook to follow him, that was if he didn't scare the poor tom away yet. He walked past a few bunks and sat down right next to one, raising his left paw off the ground once again as he beckoned Righthook over with a swish of his thick-furred tail. "If you're not good at this, if you get lost or if you're... Whatever you say you are." Bigby continued with a snappishly annoyed tone before finally his voice calmed and deadened back to it's neutral pitch. "I'll help you out. I guess." The dire wolf exhaled as he cocked his head over towards the bunk he had been seated next to. "Just take a break, will ya?" He inquired, the muscles of his face tensing up slightly as he frowned, a wrinkle forming between the wolf's brows as he whispered in a hushed manner. "With those paws and those kits, you're gonna need the rest."



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby watched the tom climb onto the bunk, his ears directed forwards in attention as he watched the other individual finally lay down and rest. He was mostly concerned about his paws rendering the feline unable to hop up, or that the added weight would make it too difficult. But no, Righthook made it onto the matress and it brought some relief to Bigby. Good, that was out of the way now. The dire wolf nodded in a thankful way before his ears dropped again when Righthook talked again. He'd have to decipher all of that stuttering mess that was of dialogue. At the last sentence, Bigby let out a rather throaty chuckle, his broad chest heaving with the air that escaped from his lungs. "No matter who I hang out with, people don't really like me anyways." He said with a shrug, his laughter dying off into the silence of the barracks as he turned onto a bit more serious topics. "And to be honest with you, I don't give a damn about what you did." The brute continued honestly, looking down at Righthook from the very corner of his bright amber optics. "All I know is that you're hurt. And you're..." He gestured his left paw towards the tom's swollen belly, not mentioning what he was thinking about in case it was a touchy subject type deal.


    Righthook was pregnant, and Bigby had made the link between that and the strange smell he picked up from the lieutenant. It was a smell he was familiar with and although Righthook could almost get away with hiding his protruding tummy under fur, the hormones in his sweat was something Bigby's nose couldn't ignore. The dire was a little concerned about that though, but he didn't allow his mind to get too carried away into thoughts.
    "Anyways, how're you feeling now?"
    "




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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby kept his gaze over Righthook in an almost guardian-like way, watching over him as his eyelids dropped and flickered open. The sight of all that exhaustion drove Bigby sleepy himself, suddenly remembering his intense need for rest, rest that he hadn't gotten for days. He let his Amber eyes drift off the other for a while, staring into nothingness as he listened attentively to the conversation. The corners of his lips curled slightly as Righthook had mentioned Darkclan's kind, accepting behaviour. "Darkclan's surprised me plenty of times." He responded, vaguely thinking about the day he was accepted into this group. He shook his head towards himself, not allowing his mind to get too close to the past. That was a no entry boundary that he wasn't going to cross just yet.


    His head jerked up as he heard the thanks thag Righthook had given him. A thanks? An honest genuine one? He hadn't had one of those in quite a while, it was a refreshing sensation that lifted the hot-tempered wolf's spirits.
    "Hmf. Don't mention it." Bigby said, not quite used to having any sort of positive feedback at all. He didn't want to let it overwhelm him, so he chose not to boast too much about it. Besides it wasn't that much of a big deal. With that, Bigby lowered himself onto the ground, laying down right next to the bed. He crossed his forepaws over one another and curled his tail around his hind quarters. He wasn't going to leave this cat alone. Righthook was riddled with intrusive thoughts and paranoia, he wasn't going to let that take its ultimate toll. He thought that maybe with someone with no ill-intent by their side, Righthook's paranoia would subside. At least a little.
    "Anyways. If you ever need anything I'll be right here." The dire said, lowering his head to his paws, resting his furry chin upon his forelegs. The ground wasn't thag comfortable, in fact it was freezing cold and hard as stone, but Bigby didn't want to be too far from Righthook, not in his mental state of mind.






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  • plot with Bigby!

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    The wolf among us is so good, mate.
    And sure! Why not? I'm flat out of ideas though despite my intense muse for Bigby



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    "Hm?" Bigby lifted his chin off his paws glancing over to the mattress again, his piercing yellow eyes half-closed in exhaustion. He noticed that Righthook had shoved over, leaving some space that was able to squeeze in his huge body. The huge brute let out a deep sigh, pulling himself up onto his limbs and climbing onto the bunk slowly, plopping down into the soft cushion that was the mattress. His ears flickered as he heard the squeaking of springs under his weight, his head instinctively cocked over towards the location of the sound. After a few quiet seconds gaped wide open into a noisy yawn. His black lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp, monstrously sharp teeth with one of the bottom canines chipped in half. Closing his mouth shut, Bigby lowered his face onto the mattress and allowed his thick-furred body to relax. The bunk was far more comfortable than the icy cold ground of Darkclan's base, and it was waaaaay softer than some cement flooring. He appreciated the tom's action, and thinking about it brought a little smile on the sleepy dire's face.


    "Not so bad after all." He murmured over a cheeky grin forming on his dark featured face as his tail re-curled around himself. The brute kind of expected Righthook to retort to the question and maybe even argue with him, so he spoke again before that could have happened. "Get some sleep." He spoke rather commandingly, his smirk fading into his typical frown as he turned his head away to rest it on the mattress.



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  • plot with Bigby!

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    *eye emoji* hohoho let my boy get angery



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    His smirk remained on his face, Bigby enjoyed this new humorous mood the conversation had picked up. He cocked his head over at what Mothnose said, letting out a chuckle before saying; "Isn't everyone in this clan a little odd?" The brute spoke honestly. He found many of his clanmates odd, maybe he'd go as far as saying weird. "If you're the one that's odd, everyone else is pretty damn strange."



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  • character voices?

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    wHAT A PURE LIL ACCENT



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  • plot with Bigby!

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    I'm reallllllly bad at starting threads I'd prefer it if you could make it? If that's alright?



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby's ears pricked forward in attention, he noticed the change in Mothnose's bright expression. It looked like she was going to ask something but he didn't really want to prod at that. If she had second guesses and decided to keep to herself, it must've been for a good reason. He let out a sigh and looked around, picking up from her last sentence. "Well that's one hell of a compliment." He commented sarcastically, his black lips curled in a small grin



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    Bigby stayed awake for a few minutes after his final sentence, watching over Righthook as he made sure the tom fell asleep, which he did. He expected it to be much more difficult to get the other male to rest but no, there he was. Drifted away into a sound and peaceful slumber. The little black cat looked so at ease, so...
    happy. Bigby never expected to ever see Righthook as happy but there it was. The huge brute finally decided it was his turn to get a few hours of shut eye. He lowered his huge head down to his furry paws and let his eyelids slowly close over his amber optics.
    That night, he finally slept for more than just two hours.


    /I liked this!!! A lot actually! Did you wanna continue and timeskip or end it here?


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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby raised his paw at the nudge, shaking his head in response to Moth's question. "I can't say that I have." He answered, pulling himself up onto his feet, now quite a bit taller since he wasn't seated. The dire wolf averted his eyes to look around the base, his tail twitching as he let himself get a little distracted. "I'm sure there's more than just the barracks and the dining hall here."



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    / Yeah! I'd like to see more interactions between these two! As for the ts idea I'm considering it. Maybe Righthook getting night terrors would be interesting to see?



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  • second wind | private, bigby

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    / aight!



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    "Rooms an' stuff." Bigby echoed, nodding his head and tilting his head over to look down at the little tabby that stood next to him. "Gotchya." With that, Bigby took a few long strides forward before halting and waiting for his clanmate. The enormous brute had a tendency to forget how big he was and how his walking speed was much quicker than others, so he just decided that he was going to wait for Mothnose to guide him through the halls so he'd know at what speed to walk in.



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby followed slowly behind the little tabby female. It was a bit of an inconvenience having to walk at such an incredibly plodding pace but he could handle it. As she moved out of the rooms for the clan members and pointed out the restrooms, the dire wolf turned his head over to look at the doors, nodding in comprehension. "Uh-huh." He didn't quite know what to talk about or what to say to keep any kind of conversation going so he just made sure that Moth was aware that he was paying attention to the tour




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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby wasn't looking at Mothnose at the moment, so feeling her collision into his flank made the wolf jump into a rather defensive position. He fur stood on end and his ears slowly pinned back against his head as he shot his head over to the tabby. Realising it was just a clumsy accident, Bigby let his tense muscles relax and his ears perk forward again. God, he had to stop reacting like that. One day he's really gonna scare someone. Walking forward, the huge canine took in a deep breath, exhaling with his words. "Forgot I was here?" He repeated before adding in a more jokingly matter. "I'm pretty hard to miss."



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  • stop holding my hand | p, Bigby

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    Bigby nodded down at that, he did want to see the hunting grounds. The huge male usually spent his days patrolling the borders of Darkclan's walls looking for newcomers or defending the borders from hostile intruders. He guessed it was because of his strengths, any trespasser would definitely have a hard time getting through Bigby. It could've also been because of his huge size and impaired forearm made him a noisy and terrible hunter. "Never been to the hunting grounds." He finally answered, his tail swishing in the air as he walked on "What do you even catch here?"



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