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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz
Jaguarclaw didn't notice the she-cat working double time to match his strides. Heat flooded his ears at the sudden realization. What had gotten into him? Normally he was very careful about things like this, but today just seemed to be one of his off days. Cautiously, the large tom shortened his strides and slowed his pace down, just enough so it was barely noticeable. He didn't know Marbleface that well and he didn't want to make it seem like he noticed her efforts.
The Bengal's ears swirled towards her, listening although his yellow hues were darting around the trees. He took note of the open moors and the breeze that drifted through the grass causing them to sway. He couldn't help but think how miserable that must be, the moors were no place for a Shadowclan warrior. Jaguarclaw nodded his agreement towards her about the wind before her next few words took him by surprise. "You really enjoy the cold weather then? The harshest of seasons for all clan?" his deep voice rang. A chill ran up his spine just thinking about the harsh times just around the corner. |
Marbleface had somewhat expected that answer, she wished that she hadn't let the opinion slip. She didn't really want to explain why either. It was bleak and lonely, she related to it and enjoyed it because of that. She was born just before the last leaf-bare and the cold numbness it had brought her had been comforting through her family's hectic life. Her emerald eyes were a deep troubled color as she let her eyes wander up the moors, trying to turn them away from Jaguarclaw so that he wouldn't notice. "With my white pelt it's easier to hunt." She explained instead. In a way it was true, but it just wasn't the real reason why she enjoyed the cold. The mottled cat tried to lighten her mood as she stared across the open space of the moors. She often wished she had been born into that clan, where she could use her agility to race through the big open fields. Though she also enjoyed the comfort and gloominess of her home in Shadowclan. She truly was a Shadowclan cat at heart, but she was a dreamer of sorts and definitely an adventurer. Being confined to a border sort of constricted her wandering spirit. Though she wanted to be the best, most loyal warrior in the clan more than she wanted to explore and experience the world beyond her territories.
The dreams brought a small smile to her face and she glanced back at Jaguarclaw, now that she felt confident enough to make eye contact again. "Which is your favorite season?" She asked it more out of politeness than curiosity, for it was always nice to ask someone's opinion just after you had announced yours. Plus knowing what living condition a cat like the most offered a lot about their personality, and she [I]was[I] curious as to what type of cat Jaguarclaw really was underneath his mannerism.