[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Constellation

If anyone knew Timberpaw, then they would know he wasn’t the easiest to get along with. He hardly had any friends, and if he had, they were remotely associates. Timberpaw was a leader. He was a boss. The only thing on his mind was becoming a warrior. He had one more moon before he was a warrior. Perhaps, that was why on this particular day, he had a little bounce in his step. Timberpaw finished delivering a starling into a hidden pile. Two dead mice were in this hole, and he dug up a small dust of dirt to cover his catches. The fresh kill he caught should had been enough to cater to his clan, but Timberpaw wanted to go above and beyond the expectations set for him. Others wonder about his abrasive personality. His apathy that he feels for no one. Timberpaw’s golden eyes were lifeless. They did not tell a story. Those emotionless orbs never shone unless the sun reflected in them. Within those stretch of moons, he had put on much muscle. With a thick pelt, the mane around his neck fluffy and unkempt. His gait was more heavy, and his paw pads were as hard as a brick. Timberpaw didn’t believe in relaxation. He never took time to lounge around and relax. Everything was about work. There was always something to do in Skyclan to help it prosper. This life he served was not for himself. He worked for his family, for his leader, for his deputy, for his clan. So, if Timberpaw wasn’t battling to strengthen himself, then he was hunting to make sure everyone would eat. The grey tom parted his jaws to contact a scent, however, it was met with something unpleasant. Well, the scent wasn’t disgusting. In fact, it was a very sweet scent, but it was a scent that wasn’t supposed to be in Skyclan. Timberpaw almost growled. He faintly remembered that aroma. The tom perked his ears, growling. Timberpaw narrowed his gaze. He started padding forward until he was met with a family tabby pelt that made his own fur shift on end. When he saw her face again, he swiftly ran up towards her, trying to appear menacing as he towered above her. It had been four moons...he was fine for four moons, and now she was back? Timberpaw’s eyes trailed her physique before he brought his amber eyes to glow into her own hues. He snarled, “What are you doing back here?” He spat.

Luna looked up at the large gray tom towering over her. She lifted a paw and began to groom it, showing she was not at all frightened by him, even though he had definitely grown more muscular and larger over the past four moons. Luna had grown larger, but not muscular. She was still as thin as she had been, but she had a feeling she might be faster than the tom if he tried to chase her out again and threatened to attack her. She wouldn't leave, he could try to make her but she was not leaving. Not only had she grown in height, but she had grown in courage. Luna closed her eyes pretending not to notice him for a while. She was annoyed by him, no doubt, but she also found his annoyance amusing. He was like no cat she had ever met, closed off, guarded and real bossy. Luna was a sweet, bubbly cat, who you would probably expect to be scared of or disgusted by Timberpaw's type. But she was not, she found him confusing yes, but also interesting and amusing. He was rather funny in even though he didn't intend to be funny. She opened one electric blue eye to gaze up at the tom and smirked. "Excuse me, can't you give a lady some peace?" She asked, huffing. Luna liked to talk about herself, and he seemed to be directing the conversation to her, if he wanted her to leave he could talk about himself, she might be so bored she'd leave. She walked away from him, and stopped a few fox-lengths away, turning back to look at him. Luna prided herself for her acting skills, if she wanted a cat to believe something that wasn't true she could, at least it had worked in the past. Luna looked at him seriously, doing her best to mask the amusement she was truly feeling.