[loupnoir]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The white feline's tail was curled around her paws, and she personally appeared to be in deep thought - that was, until Quietfawn's voice called her out of it. The fur on the back of her neck stood up momentarily, and a low growl sounded in her throat. "Something I can do for you?" Her voice was thick with sarcasm, yet seemed to be attempting politeness at the same time - a rare occurance for Clawpaw. She had figured that she wasn't getting anywhere by being rude all the time, despite the fact that she was still pretty angry with... well... the whole world, really. Her mentor was gone, her brother was a weak RiverClanner, and she had been forced to stay in their Clan for what had seemed like eternity. Clawpaw might be becoming a warrior soon, and was glad she no longer would have to deal with Whisperblaze being in the same Clan, and she was now home. Those good things being said - they were the only good things in her life. "Well, Quietfawn?" The feline asked, as she approached. Her eyes were blazing - two miniature blue flames in an endless sea of white, but she was still struggling to keep her temper. To hold her tongue and make sure that she sounded... maybe at least the smallest bit friendly. It couldn't do any harm, right? Yet if this cat (whom she had known when she was much younger, and since then hadn't really had interaction with) continued to act like a real friend, she would be done. Clawpaw had no real friends... they just didn't exist in her world.

Quietfawn let the most genuine, the most honest smile that she could pull creep across her face happily, trotting closer to the smaller she-cat with the most elegance and grace she could possibly bring her body into shape. "How have you been?
I've missed talking to you.. have you missed me? I just want to make sure that you've been all right lately." Her big, olive orbs glittered and were glazed with general affection and consideration for the smaller female sat neatly before her. Her bushy, orange tail swept around her paws and lay there to warm them, the serene feel of the Shadowclan clearing keeping her heart beating and her brain bustling with a mix of worries and remembrances;
bits of stress but general focus on Clawpaw at the moment.