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Originally Posted by Spirit
Moondancer gave a shivering grin before nodding. "Freezing just a liiittle bit!" She said, before listening to his question about her ability to swim and fish. Peering at him for a few moments, she decided he seemed a trustworthy cat. It wasn't something she went around and told evertone.
"I used to be a loner when I was a kit, together with my identical sister. When we were six moons old, we had already interacted with the different clans a few times. Our parents soon decided to join the clans, but couldn't decide on which one. Theyuuh.. Sorta got into a fight about it, since each of them had close friendship in different clans. And so, they split up. My mother took me with her to ShadowClan, and our father took Silverheart with him to RiverClan. However, Silver, as her name was, soon to be Silverpaw, and I, didn't think we'd had enough time to say goodbye. So, we met in secret for a few moons, where she learned me how to swim and fish.. And I've kept training since. Not with her, it's been more than two winters since I saw her, except for gatherings."
She explained, nodding a bit once in a while as she spoke. She trusted this tom. He wasn't like most others. He seemed like someone who could keep a secret.
At his offer to help carry the fish, she peered at the amount of prey he himself had. Considering the size of her last fish, she calculated it so that she could carry that and one small fish, whilst he probably could take his own prey and two fish, if he liked the taste of having fish in the mouth, that was..
"Well, you can take a fish if you will be fine with the taste of fish in your mouth. Otherwise, I think I can make it back to camp even if I have to carry all of it" She said, smiling lightly at him.
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Ocelotpath's expression changed to one of worry briefly before he shrugged it off. She would be fine. Right? Please don't let her get sick, StarClan...he thought, with a shudder going down his spine. He hated the thought of any cat- especially his newest friend- getting sick over some competition. It wasn't even anything important! He listened to her story with surprise, although his surprise faded after a moment and he sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. You must miss your sister a lot...do you ever wish you were in RiverClan instead of here? Or that she were here instead of in RiverClan?" Ocelotpath asked. He wondered how much she missed her sister. He missed the few friends that he had met at Gatherings, but having actual family, actual kin in another Clan and knowing that she might have to fight them one day...he couldn't imagine the pressure of that. I hope I don't ever have to fight her sister. She probably wouldn't thank me for that, Ocelotpath thought, a shudder going down his spine as he did so. He didn't think about the fact that for now, at least, the Clans were at peace. He could only wonder if they would ever meet in battle. Surely not. Halestar's trying to help us rebuild our Clan, not tear it apart by war...right? He thought, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind. He didn't know much about her.
I don't know much about Moondancer either, and she doesn't know much about me, but she still trusted me to tell me that, he thought with a lash of his tail before he realized that probably looked odd to Moondancer, who was still looking at him. He put his prey down so that he could speak more clearly, his ears flicking backwards at the unfamiliar scent of fish, but he guessed they were probably as good as anything else. "Yeah, I don't mind. I've never tried it before, but I guess it should be fine," He mewed with a smile, remembering his thoughts from earlier and grinning wider. "We need to do this again sometime. Between the two of us, we could feed half the Clan," He joked, picking up two of the fish. They were smooth, and slimy...a little like a frog, but they tasted foreign to him. He picked up his own prey, his mouth now completely full to the point where it would be difficult for him to talk, and he was grateful that Moondancer wasn't new to ShadowClan and knew the way back. Otherwise it would be quite humorous, watching him trying to help her get back to the Camp. The tip of his tail flicked as he headed back in the direction of Camp, looking back at her expectantly and waiting for her to follow as he did so, trying to keep a hold of the slippery fish between his teeth.