[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The Abyssinian wasn't quite sure what to say. He wanted to help the she cat, but she seemed to be stuck...not in the past, exactly, but stuck in her own thoughts. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own mind and miss out on life. For a moment, his hues brightened as he realized she might be able to tell him what was wrong. Was she really going to trust him? Was this really happening, right now? His ears pricked up and he listened attentively, until she stopped speaking and his expression dropped once more. Just for a moment, he had thought that she might actually believe in him. That she might actually trust him."I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me." Martenthorn mewed sadly, a distressed expression showing in his hues. He wanted her to believe in him so badly. Well, maybe believe in weren't the right words for it, but...he wanted her to care about him. A sigh, so quiet and soft that it was almost impossible to catch escaped the tom and he lowered his hues, trying desperately not to meet Featherspeckle's gaze. He was afraid he would find something there that he didn't want to see, and he was tired of hoping and trusting only to be crushed moments later. He hated that wonderful feeling right before now, because it only ever went away.

The tom sighed again, a little louder this time, but it was still fairly quiet.

She would have had to have very good ears in order to hear it, and while he imagined that she had good hearing, he didn't want her to be able to hear it. "Time is everything. Time and--" He cut his voice off, lowering his hues to look at his paws again. They appeared to be slightly cleaner, and he wondered if he had absentmindedly walked through a puddle or something to wash them off. It would have stirred up the bits of dirt and grime at the bottom though, wouldn't it? The tom shifted his weight uneasily, a sigh escaping him as he anxiously waited for something else to happen. A lighter subject might be nice. Though he was enjoying this talk, it was beginning to grow darker by the minute, and he wasn't exactly loving the thought that at any second, one of them could get offended and leave. He wasn't too easily offended, but he wasn't sure about the multi-colored she cat beside him. "That sounds good to me. Since I would like you to see something other then my awkwardness. Which is already pretty obvious." He shrugged, before smiling brightly at the she cat. They were getting fairly deep into the territory now, and he was wondering if it would be a good idea to go ahead and turn around, head back. It would certainly make sense, at least to him.

Then again, sometimes he had a different idea of sense then other cats.

"We-ll...I like just walking out here in the territory. I like to watch the sky when the sun comes up and goes down, and the stars...I like to watch kits playing. I like to play with kits. Stuff like that." The tom mewed, glancing at Featherspeckle. He wondered what kind of things she liked to do. She seemed like the kind of cat who liked quieter activities, and things that were softer. She looked like she had a soft pelt, too...he wondered how often she groomed it. He had seen she cats sitting around, grooming themselves-- but he couldn't put all the blame on them, he had seen toms doing it as well. He stopped walking for a moment, glancing over at Featherspeckle as though she were a wild animal that he wanted to observe and watch, learning all about it.

"What about you?" He asked, with a slight twitch of his tail.

Featherspeckle felt a surprised expression come over her face. She stared at him with her bright yellow eyes, and she looked down sadly. ''It's not that I don't trust you,'' she replied meekly. ''It's just...I don't trust myself at the moment.'' Besides, she didn't want to relive the memory of being such a reckless, and foolish she-cat that did everything for love or friendship. She did not want to be that she-cat that had to impress everyone she past.
She was perfectly fine with trying to impress herself. Which was hard enough already as it is.
''If you stick around longer,'' She mused, ''And if I don't scare you away...perhaps I would, tell you things that might make you...'' She trailed off, sadly. ''I just don't want to feel judged. And, I don't want to lose you.'' She didn't know why she said that, but it came out, and it oddly didn't feel weird when she said it. It made her feel a type of pleasant feeling.
''And, if it means anything, which it probably won't,'' she says, slightly twitching her ears, ''I like your awkwardness...it's pretty...cute, in a sense.'' She finishes and a smile twitches onto her maw as she gave a gentle look at the tom next to her.
She had to stop for a few minutes, feeling her gait lesson. She wasn't tired, but more on the way of becoming stressed,and she didn't want to feel stressed. When she continued to walk, she caught up to him quickly. ''Kits are amazing,'' She mused, excitedly. Probably too excitedly, for she loved taking care of small kits as well. ''I know you'd definitely be a great father with a trait like that.''
She swished her tail before saying, ''I really don't do much really. I just...hang around, watching the others carry on with their business, and play vanish,'' She shrugged, ''Not really much for me to do since I'm quiet...withdrawn.'' And you'd probably leave me as well once you realize how extremely boring I am to your life...