[wren]

Originally Posted by RosePelt145

Birdsong filled the air, sounding lonely and mournful as it rang through the forest. The camp was busy and every warrior was preparing for the upcoming leaf-bare. With prey being scarce the Clan needed to work harder to stay strong.
In the midst of all this hustle and bustle was a golden tom with blue eyes. He was known as ThornFang, prefix named after his mother and suffix after his father, who both had died when he had been a young kit.
The golden tom was notorious for being cold and distant, only willing to talk when forced. He supposed he knew he hurt feelings being this way, but he did it to hide his pain, though no other cat knew.
The tom laid in a corner of the clearing, his forepaws neatly tucked under his chest as his blue gaze swept contemptously over his Clan mates. He was loyal to his Clan, yes. He knew he could never have the hatred inside him that the ambitious Tigerstar had during his reign over ShadowClan. But it didn't mean he had to like his Clan, either.
ThornFang's gaze landed on a she-cat a few tail lengths away. She was orange and white, quite content in grooming herself in the sun. ThornFang turned his back and began to groom a forepaw indifferently, running it over his face. He was quite unaware of the she-cat watching him.
Hey quick plot idea. How bout since ThornFang is so cold and distant due to his parents deaths how bout Daisyshade spend a lot of time with him, trying to get him to open up and admit to his problems, and not giving up til he does? And the more time she spends with him he grows a soft spot for her?))

Daisyshade looked over her shoulder as she finshed of her front legs she just noticed as another tom padded in sulkily. She raised her head and her ears perked up and angled at him. Thornfang. daisyshade was heftily aware of who was in riverclan, she knew almost everyone and it was not a problem to really pick out who was who in a crowd. She watched him for a few minutes just watching, the way he looked quite angry made her quite uncomfortable. After a few minutes of way hang and warming herself in the sun she got to her paws and padded towards him. She had only been hunting this morning, which truthfully was that tiring, but she was already starving and perhaps he was too. Swerving slightly towards the fresh kill pile she quickly pased through the slim pickings leaving her own fish laying there for the hungry queen or elders later. After a few seconds of contemplation she was able to pull out a reasonable sized vole and padded over to him, a faint smile on her lips. "Thornfang?" she called as she approched getting close to him. She wasn't exactly positive if he was the kind of grumpy cat that others where, she hadn't spoken to him ever which was kinda odd considering how she was, but she was happy to invite herself to eat with him anyway, like any clanmate she had. Without waiting for him to reply she sat down and set the vole down next to him, "I would feel guilty eating this whole thing, perhaps you'd like to share?" she meowed with a sweetened smile as she nudged it forward with her paw.