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Originally Posted by Nightpool
Nightpool nodded at Ibisprowl's judicious language, as his stammer was rather cute, but his words sagacious. All meals should be savoured, even frogs. The amphibians had an idiosyncratic flavour to them, but it was fine for her. If she could stand the strong taste, all ShadowClan cats could. After all, she was a wary, old elder, wasn't she? Her ears perked up when Ibisprowl mentioned the fact that she hadn't told him her name. She griped against her woe mentally, as she believed that it was rude that she hadn't. She tentatively cleared her throat, looking at Ibisprowl with worry in her eyes.
"I apologize," meowed Nightpool. "I am Nightpool. My pleasure to meet you." She pushed the sorriness and penitence out of her tone, feeling liable that she had done such a thing. She swallowed her self-pity, sparing herself the folly of her sparse inward apologies. "I do say, it is a lovely day," she construed brazenly. Her tail lifted and fell, thumping against the ground with delectation. Her claws flicked up a pebble. It separated from the earth, whirling up into the air fleetingly before falling back down to the ground. She had done it a good distance away from Ibisprowl, as to save the tom from the pebble's impact. She purred at him. "Do you have an apprentice, by any chance?" she asked, blinking calmly. "I apologize, I am an old cat and can't keep up with the news lately." Nightpool groomed her axilla, golden-green eyes searching Ibisprowl's face for any expression other than worry.
Her ears lay normally upon their frames, her nebulous black fur protruding from the inside of her ears. The bobtailed tomcat sat across from Nightpool, and she laid spread out like an ebony pool, from which she gained her name. He probably does, she thought, beginning to think that it was foolish of her to ask. How worrisome! She knew that Ibisprowl was the same, but she wanted to make a good first impression on him. |
{So sorry about the late reply! x.x}
While the tom didn't like the fact that he was eating the poor animal, he had always made sure that he enjoyed the meal, regardless of if he liked the fact that the animal was killed or not because other than that, it would be a heartless waste of life, at least in his eyes. Strangely enough he was much more sympathetic to the prey animals than other cats, he more often than not had an extremely negative view on others and really had no problem during battle training because of it. He held a secret resentment to the feline race both because of his past and because of how ruthless he believes they kill the poor relatively defenseless prey. But he didn't let others know this and he didn't show it, he just let others believe he was just naturally good at battling.
A tiny flicker of a smile appeared on his muzzle as she apologized, a small sign to show that it was okay and there was no reason to apologize. After the she-cat had introduced herself, the tom shifted his weight a bit, his gaze focused on his paws momentarily before he realized it would be better to look at her in the face as he introduced himself. "The um, the pleasure is mine Nightpool. I am Ibisprowl." That small flicker of a smile showed on his lips again before he was sheepishly looking back at his paws before looking at the half-eaten frog they were sharing, waiting for the elder to take the next bite.
"Hm? Oh, yes, I-I.. I agree." The young warrior said in his best attempt at a pleasant tone, though it was shaky and still rather whispery, but that's simply how he spoke.
His black ears swiveled slightly at her question and shortly after that, her small statement, the black and white tom deciding that it was a good time to chuckle, knowing that this usually added to the 'pleasant tone' of a conversation, his stub of a tail flicking a bit. "Actually yes, I recently got one. H-Her name is um.. Sweetpaw. I can see why she was named that." He said the last part a bit quieter, perhaps a hint of guilt in his voice? Or it was nothing at all, it was hard to tell.
I should keep the conversation going. Cats don't like it when there's silence. They find it awkward and end up wanting to leave. His right ear flicked a bit as he thought before licking his lips and looking over at the ebony elder.
"I-I know this may sound like a silly question.. But did.. Did you ever have an apprentice? Or did you have several?" Ibisprowl figured if they were on the topic he may as well reflect the question back to her. She looked like a seasoned warrior, perhaps even an elder, perhaps she had had several apprentices in her life. It was a thought he was not looking forward to, but would have to deal with nonetheless.