BV : TBN Petunia + Vulture

[ Petuniaswan ]

Petuniaswan couldn’t help the way his mind blanked after he had been called for his warrior ceremony. He’d passed his assessment. He was a warrior the idea of that was astronomical enough, but now met with the very real gravity of said situation he couldn’t help but feel happy and overwhelmed. The emotions forcing their way between his flurries of thoughts; not to mention the embarrassment of his rock friend becoming a warrior too. So if the new warrior didn’t completely hear everything Applestar said afterwards you couldn’t completely blame the smaller cat. One thing he did notice however was the two cats who’d joined the clan. Rouges. He’d never had a problem with rouges, not only cause his best friend and her brother were rouges, but he couldn’t help his ears flatten in a pity like emotion. He couldn’t imagine being born possibly not with a nice encouraging community or environment, the idea almost completely wild to him.

So of course internalizing that soft sympathy seeing the older Rouge standing somewhat awkwardly in the clearing he couldn’t help his eyebrows furrow. He’d understood how awkward being in unfamiliar situations could be, so without thinking the newly named cat started to awkwardly pad towards the lonely warrior. Call it still being high off of the adrenaline that pushed him through his ceremony, he started off somewhat confidently cantering towards the cat. However getting closer only made his harsh anxieties pick up- and god, he was a lot bigger then he looked a few seconds ago. Doubtful if this was even a good idea of not, Petuniaswan more hesitantly pressed on. Once getting lose enough he waved his small scarred tail in a hello gesture.

Swallowing his hesitance he mewed awkwardly to the larger- quite a bit larger cat (jeez he’d really misjudged his height.)  “U-Uh hi, hello. Hey” he said softly clearing his throat after the awkward string of words,  “I- I uh noticed you were, new here. And alone- NOt that being alone- is a bad thing- n-no I just maybe thought, you uh needed help- or company, or both im good at both.” he winced at the ending of his rambling, he’d thought being a warrior was supposed to fix that part of him, or something.

[ Vulture ]

Despite his patience and confidence, Vulture always felt uneasy when it came to Wolfkit’s health. He’d made a promise, one he was far too stubborn to go back on - the kid was his to care for now, and although he didn’t blame himself for the gash on his adoptive son’s face, he still felt off. It was mostly out of concern. Adapting to new environments was his specialty, but this one was unlike the others - stationary and unmoving. A fixed position between the mountains. The concept felt oh so foreign to the tom, but alas, he was ever so grateful for their kindness, though it was best to be at least a little cynical in a new place, within a new group.

Pushing his paws into the dirt, the brown and cream tom assessed the land with an element of curiosity. However, his attention was soon enough diverted to the sound of approaching pawsteps. Vulture’s ears swiveled but he didn’t bother to stare; only when the small cream tabby waved to him did Vulture smile and return the gesture. A chipper expression crossed his features - this one seemed friendly enough. He’d only been approached by a few lately, but he couldn’t blame the clan’s chaos after all that was announced that day, and frankly quieter company was what he preferred at a time like this, when his teeth decided to cause a disturbance to his natural rhythm.

Gently, the tom tilted his head to listen to the stranger. A soft titter left his maw, ”I appreciate the check-in… Well, I can’t turn down some kind company, can I?” He was soft-spoken, but there wasn’t a single falter in his words - clear and formal. His thoughts trailed on; being alone wasn't his favourite thing all the time anyway. ”You’re… Forgive me, but your leader had a lot to say, understandably… What do I call you?”

[ Petuniaswan ]

Petuniaswan’s charred paws instinctively moved to rub the back of his neck. Frizzing up the long hair awkwardly. The other cat looked and sounded quite nice. Articulate, almost soft. The tone quelled some of his worries, nose twitching as his fur lay more flat on his thin back. It was clear the other cat had no I’ll will towards him. Despite his towering figure and rather jagged teeth, his green eyes shown warmly as he nodded and responded to his words. It was almost like talking to a mentor, or an elder. Not that this cat was old, but that he had a soft aura, that basically called out that he was a responsible older figure. Petuniaswan couldn’t help but try his best to give the same nice tone back, but it was hard with his anxiety that sat heavy in his stomach. For some reason he’d been so sure that his anxieties surrounding semi-normal/ normal tasks would fade as soon as he became a warrior, but that obviously wasn’t true. Just another lie he let himself believe he supposed. Swallowing harshly to clear his mind of his raging thoughts he gave Vulture a small smile in return.

Y-You can call me Tunia er, P-Petuniapa- WAIT NO SORRY-“ he winced after his loud objection to his own nervous jittering. Adding on more quietly he mewed,  “sorry- uh again, my name’s Petuniaswan.” awkwardly letting the words hanging in the air he hurriedly rushed in,  “What about- y-you?” furrowing his brows further the smaller Tom pressed his ears back, flat to his head. He might’ve just instated himself as the weirdest and maybe dumbest cat in the whole clans in front of a newcomer. He felt as if he was on the verge of sulking, or maybe digging a hole and hiding in it. What kind of cat forgets his own name? His thoughts hissed and he couldn’t help but agree. He watched the warrior opposite to him as he waited for his response, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.