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Cloverwhisker purred in agreement with the tom, casting her deep ocean gaze elsewhere about the camp. She nodded her head as the tom finished speaking, finding her voice after some time of thoughtful silence. "I suppose my short fur makes the cold
a bigger problem than it is for others," She spoke, a bitter distaste lathering her tone at the thought of the cold weather. She simply despised it, much preferring the sensation of warmth over a bitter chill. She wondered if she had longer fur she wouldn't mind it as much, but there were factors of the cold she hated regardless of how long her fur was. "How are things with you?" She inquired, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at the tom as her ocean gaze focused on him with a respectful amount of attention. Ears raised ever so slightly, attention set on their conversation.

@LichenPelt (Sure~ I can't see them ending up together, simply because I have other plans for Cloverwhisker, but I'm fun with Cloudeye taking a interest in her :) )
Cloverwhisker smiled softly, glad to hear things were good with Cloudeye. Soft cream pelt stood well-maintained and groomed, with almost no dirt or dust mixed up within the short tufts of fur. "I'm good thank you," She exclaimed, an amiable tint to her slightly high-pitched voice. She cast her gaze up to the sky and examined the shapes of a few clouds, distracting herself from the silence between them for a moment. Skyclan's clearing was beginning to get busier by the minute, more and more cats waking up to carry out their daily routines. A few warriors disappeared off into the territory, some of their apprentices following suit. She remembered the awkwardness of her apprentice years, sighing softly to herself as she rid herself of such embarrassing memories. She turned back to Cloudeye as she thought of something else to say, wishing not for the conversation to end so soon. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?" She inquired, a quizzical look on her face.

@LichenPelt
Cloverwhisker nodded at the tom, ocean gaze drifting about the clearing once again as she fell into mildly awkward silence. She didn't understand how to keep conversations flowing, ending up in this position more often than not. Her ears flattened against her head slightly, her gaze moving down to her cream paws as she shifted her weight about from leg to leg. Anything to keep her busy, to keep her from looking weird to Cloudeye. The cream she-cat knew she had more important things to be worrying about than looking awkward, but she pushed these thoughts away as she payed attention to the happenings of the Skyclan clearing. Cats wandered about, socialising so freely it felt like a mockery of Cloverwhisker's inability to socialise at all. She almost felt as though she needed to apologise to Cloudeye, a guilty feeling rising up within her as she remained quiet. Lacking any conversational ideas, she opted to not bother Cloudeye any further than she supposed she already had. Sitting beside him in awkward silence instead.