UNDER YOUR SKIN ☆ o, rumors

[RHINESTONE.]

LEADER ❝ RHINE ❞ PALMCLAN

In all honesty, Medusa's words caused Rhine to wince, a brief frown flicking across his face. He was obviously glad to hear that not everyone thought he was committing crimes against Starclan, but he didn't want the hybrid to belittle herself in the process. He sighed softly, nudging his head gently against her shoulder before he spoke, "Hey, I don't like hearing about my rumors about my friends either. You're perfectly normal, Medusa, so don't make me have to lecture you." The ruddy tom smiled sideways at her, before looking up when Vaas approached. He couldn't help the soft snort that left him after the tiger's snarl, the petrified gossipers seeming to retreat even farther away. After his amusement melted away, he shook his head at Vaas, muttering softly, "It's really no big deal... like you said, they're just looking for someone to blame for the problems we're having right now. I would've hoped they'd be smart enough to know that I can't control the weather, though." He chuckled a little, although it was obviously a bit forced – even with all of this encouragement, things still felt rough, to say the least.

However, he managed to shake that feeling off, briefly moving forward to press his nose against Vaas's shoulder before he pulled back, "Thank you, Vaas. I'll try not to let them get to me, you know?" He offered the tiger another smile, before turning when he heard Foamkit speaking up once again. He grinned before nodding his head firmly, echoing the kit's words a bit more eloquently, "Foamkit is right. Anybody who has a problem with you, Medusa, is a huge idiot. They just don't see how great you are." The leader then let out a soft grunt as Foam leaned against his chest, a gesture the feline had grown more used to after time. He chuckled lightly, lifting one of his front limbs to wrap it around Foamkit, holding him close as he muttered, "Thanks, Foam. I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm the best leader, but... I like to think I'm doing a decent job of things." A low rumbling purr spread through Rhine's chest as he held Foam close, setting his chin on the kit's head. The other really was like a son to him.

NEVER OPENED MYSELF THIS WAY
LIFE IS OURS, WE LIVE IT OUR WAY

— Reggan