shadowclan apprentice | torbie | dsh | tags
To her relief, Tangypaw comes without fuss. Even if, ultimately, Tangypaw understands that there isn't really a flower. Tansypaw walks in a straight line, even if she doesn't have a destination in mind, and her paws don't stumble when Tangypaw confronts her, “I don't do a thing,” She argues, resolutely facing forward as she walks. They were bound to stumble across something interesting, “And you should believe me. It's not-” Tansypaw's face scrunches with thought, “You can trust my word. I don't lie.”
It hurts, somewhere, that Tangypaw doesn't trust what Tansypaw has said. A hurt that is only heightened by the fact that Tangypaw has every reason not to. Tansypaw is lying, but it's a little lie, and it's a helpful lie. “If I say there is a flower, then by Darkstar's fluffy tail I will get you that flower, and you can give it to your mama like you said,” Tansypaw knows she is fixating, knows its suspicious to be this defensive, but she needs Tangypaw to understand that she can trust Tansypaw.
(Or: She needs Tangypaw to understand that Tansypaw wants her own words to be questioned just about as much as Tangypaw. Life would be easier if they could just both pretend to not notice inconsistencies. Their own worries can remain just that instead of becoming an ugly collective. But, Tansypaw notices, and she worries without anyplace to put that worry.)
“So,” Tansypaw slows as she steps over a tree root, careful not to trip, “It was somewhere around here, I think. It was blue and short-stemmed.” The flower could very well look like anything, really. Tansypaw was bad enough in the world of plants that she could right it off as her scattered memory if the details didn't align perfectly.