tightrope | srp + crp <3

Instructions

now that slumber had begun to accustom himself with his new home, he found himself thinking. it was a bit of an odd pastime for the ginger tomcat. had he still been alive, he would have taken himself to exploring, or hunting, or visiting one of the clans. however, although he had all the time in the world to busy himself in the outerlands, he found himself no longer so obsessed with being busy. after all, it would need to reflect at some point, and what better time than now? there was no more use in avoiding it. and he had some cats to talk to; one cat, in particular. _____________________________________ [previously] now that slumber had been walking for ages, he found himself thinking. it was a bit of an odd pastime for the ginger tomcat. had he still been where he had lived for all of its life, it would have taken himself to exploring, or hunting, or visiting one of the clans. however, although it seemed that it had all the time in the world, to walk among the long grasses and honeysuckle, it found itself growing reminiscent. hah! perhaps he really /was/ growing old. he found himself less bothered by the thought than he thought he would have been, previously. it could very well have been these thoughts that led slumber to his next ponderings. maybe he simply had it coming. either way, lu found itself looking to the future, and what it wanted to do with the rest of his life. more specifically, who it wanted to spend it with. _____________________________________ now that slumber had been walking so long his legs had lost feeling, he found himself thinking. and although he had all the time in the world to sit and wait and think about nothing, he found himself wanting to think about something. namely, the aforementioned topic. the answer to whom he wished to spend his time with was easy; sunsymphony came to mind first, naturally. snowmink, too, since she was its closest friend. and mama and beach and orange, of course, because they were family. that puzzled him slightly, though. if snowmink was his best friend and his siblings and mother were family, then what did sunny fit into? obviously, sunsymphony wasn't related to slumber. and though slumber knew that 'friend' was probably the label it was searching for, the thought of referring to him as that made slumber's stomach drop in a way that made it feel slightly sick. why, though? sunny was undeniably interesting and passionate and kind and everything slumber admired in a cat. he liked sunsymphony, a lot; the peach-furred tomcat certainly wasn't an enemy. but what did that leave? ... oh. _____________________________________ now that slumber had been sitting so long that he tired of it, he found himself thinking. and although he had all the time in the world to pretend he hadn't realized what he had, he found himself wanting to acknowledge it. it had been oblivious to a lot. it knew that now. hopefully, though, if that 'starclan' and 'dark forest' that all the clan cats he'd visited at the border seemed so keen on were real, he might be able to speak to sunsymphony, soon. one could only hope. then, remembering, slumber felt doubt pool at the edges of its mind. who was it to wish that sunny felt the same way as it? sunsymphony, who was altogether perfect, and could certainly do better than slumber, who was arrogant and oblivious and had done terrible things, even if they were in the name of those he loved. still, what if sunny liked him, too? if there was even the slightest chance, shouldn't he try? and, in the case that slumber's feelings were mutual, the tangerine-furred feline certainly owed it to him to try. yes, it would much rather take its chances that live the rest of its days knowing that it had been too cowardly to do so. _____________________________________