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Originally Posted by Lunacross
@Duskflight
Discomfort pricked Aconiteheart's pelt as he slipped into the den. With the change in camp and territory locations, the entity found himself getting lost more often than naught. The transition was hard on the earthbound tom, struggling to adapt to unfamiliar territory and the loss of his knowledge on precious herb locations. It was a feeling similar to when DuskClan and DawnClan were forced to move, driven out by the fiery wrath of StarClan. He could still hear the phantom crackling of flames as they fled their forest home, the stench of smoke and death clinging to the air. The thought was unsettling.
Pausing in place, Aconiteheart gazed at the tabby form of Grousestar. They had met once before, albeit brief, when he escorted Grousestar and Rabbitfluff to the Whispering Cave. At the time Aconiteheart had been preoccupied with other matters, and he'd been in a hurry to get back to his duties. Now that he was free beyond Ebonypaw, however .. he didn't mind hanging around. For the moment, Grousestar seemed to be distracted by the combination of eating and thought, and Aconite took a seat across from the younger tom. He could wait for the leader to finish. Patience was a valuable virtue.
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Considering that the other cat was merely just a spirit, the tabby picked up no sound when he padded into his den, though he did catch a slight whiff of a vaguely familiar scent, though couldn't put a name to it and simply dismissed it as a smell coming from somewhere in the camp, after all, there were many cats in Skyclan. That's one thing Grousestar found out when he became leader, just how many cats that were in this clan, he just simply hadn't realized it when he was a warrior, and really, as a deputy he felt much too busy to really realize it at that time. But the amount of cats was no problem for him, he liked other cats in general and liked to think of every one of them as a friend that has yet to have been formerly met, though he did try to speak to others as often as possible, asking how they were doing, making sure everything was okay because he felt like as a leader, that he should be responsible for every cat's well being, not just the general populous.
Crunching through the squirrel, it didn't take very long for the tom to finish it, the fur neatly placed in a pile and the bones placed in a separate one that he would take out to bury at a different time, for at the moment, he didn't quite feel like getting back up. He was exhausted.
After a breathy sigh, the leader blinked a bit, letting go of his thoughts for now and clearing his vision to find that he was staring at his paws. Flicking an ear slightly, he licked them a bit and went to lay his head on them before stopping, his eyes falling on Aconiteheart who was seated right before him, a surprised look crossing his face.
I didn't hear him come in! Oh- Well duh, he's a bit see-through, he's a Starclan cat... That looks familiar.. Slowly lifting his head back up, Grousestar didn't quite say anything yet, still trying to piece together who this other cat was.
I don't know very many Starclan cats, so I don't have many to chose from.. A look of realization struck his face. That's the cat that escorted me and Rabbit to receive my nine lives! Oh jeez, what's his name again..?
"Oh, hello there! I haven't kept to waiting have I? If so I apologize, this is the only time I really get to be with my thoughts." Immediately his usual smile sprouted onto his lips as he gazed at the spirit, tucking his tail close to his side and allowing the usual friendly glimmer to appear in his eyes.
I think it was something along the lines of Aconiteheart..