[lost]

Originally Posted by Duskflight

Cormorantstone lightly raised a brow as he replied in a rather casual manner, had he known that she wasn't being serious? Whenever she said something like that to another cat they got uncomfortable, scared, or aggressive, they didn't usually pass it off like that. They usually didn't realize she was trying to be joking and lighthearted, so this was a first, but she said nothing more and simply feel as quiet as a big feline like her could be as they padded along through the Thunderclan territory. Just as to be expected, they hadn't really found much after padding quietly through the territory for a while and it was clear that the grey tabby was getting frustrated with their lack of finding anything, her tail lashing every now and again and a mild scowl placed on her muzzle as she continued on with Elmberry as he continued to check scents, and her too, though not for prey, for predators that could pose a danger to any of them.
"We're not going to catch anything else, this is boring." The female growled lowly to herself, though considering that she wasn't very good at being quiet, it was rather easy for the tom to be able to hear as well. The conversation earlier was gone from her mind, completely erased along with the fact that she had admitted to the tom that she wasn't a good hunter, or rather, that it wasn't her thing.
When Elmberry suddenly froze, Cormorantstone stumbled a bit, trying her best to remain quiet because she believed that this was a sign that the other warrior had found a piece of prey. Exhaling slowly, she watched him for a moment before looking away in a bored fashion, not finding interest in what was to happen next. Though her head did snap back when she heard the squealing of the creature, a look of frustration and perhaps even anger there as she saw the creature escape for him before she snorted, the tip of her tail flicking.
"Well that just about takes away the possibility of catching anything now. Come on, it's boring out here, get your prey and lets go back." Looking around, she heaved out a breath, giving up on the hope that they'd find a fox or something that she could attack and deciding it was just better to get back to camp, where it would be a bit warmer.

The tom had heard Cormorantstone's mutter of this being boring, but while he was searching for his prey he made no acknowledgement of it, primarily because he had spotted his kill right after. After the failed catch, he was visibly grumpy but didn't let it ruin the party completely, though when she started acting irritated about the failure, he stared at her and didn't bother hiding his annoyance with the miss. Padding towards her as he spoke, he stopped at her side, facing the other direction. "Yeah, okay." He muttered, his voice low. He stepped away from her then, heading back the way they came to retrieve his previous catches.
Typically he wasn't a cat to pout, but something about that miss made him feel miserable. It was as if he disappointed Cormorantstone, and he didn't want to do that. He wanted to exceed her expectations of a cat like him, not lower them even further. Suddenly he stopped and turned back to look at her, waiting for the she-cat to catch up. He was done being upset, it would get him no where. "Hey, this was fun. I'm glad you and I could hunt together." There was a small smile on his face as he spoke, a genuine one showing he meant what he said.
Really, the she-cat was a joy to be around. She was rough around the edges, and most of the time he couldn't tell if she was being serious or joking, but he enjoyed her company. She was different from other cats, a thrill. Looking her over, he found himself staring perhaps too long before he finally snapped his gaze away and waited for her to join his side.