[Teza]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The tom looked up with something resembling surprise, as though he weren't expecting to see the tabby she cat. "Cedarbreeze. I've been fine, you?" He asked. His tone of voice sounded as though he were perhaps angry with the she cat-- though he wasn't, it was just part of his way of speaking. And it didn't sound like the friendliest voice in the world. That was probably part of the reason Lynxfrost didn't have too many friends, it was too easy to think he was angry. Or offended. It took a lot to see pretty much any emotion other then the calm, silent exterior that he often showed. Why? Because he was just like that. Almost all the time, every day. It seemed there were times when he would actually show a little more emotion beneath his cool, calm exterior...and then it would disappear. For a moment he thought at her question-- was there anything he wanted to talk about? "I-- no, it's alright. I'm not upset. Just... y'know, sometimes living in a Clan makes you feel left out." He shrugged. There were always cats lurking around in the shadows at the edges of Camp, but quite frankly, Lynxfrost was generally one of them-- the lonely, depressed, angry... cats who no one really associated themselves with. They didn't want other corner-cats, as he thought of them, to come and cheer them up. The tom could almost feel the curious stares of other cats watching him, wondering who Cedarbreeze was and why she was talking to him of all cats. "It's nice to see you." He mewed in a low voice, the tip of his tail twitching.

The she-cat tilted her head slightly. "You know you're always welcome to hunt or patrol with me, right?" she asked, feeling heat rise under her pelt. It wasn't like she was lying or anything. It only got worse when he spoke again. "It's nice to see you too," she reciprocated. Was that a tinge of nervousness in her voice? Curse her blasted feelings. Why couldn't she simply have a straight conversation with her friend? Was it really that hard? She glanced around, feeling like she was being watched, her glittery pelt shining in what little sunlight was able to poke through the clouds. "Lynxfrost, would you like to go hunting?" she asked, wishing to get away from the prying eyes. There was nothing she hated more than cats who couldn't mind their own business.

Originally Posted by Pathos

[assuming snake knows about wolfpaw]

Snakesnap leaned forward, stretching his paws out on the ground. As he drew them back and tucked them underneath him, he steadied his hues on Nightleap's amber ones. The silence dragged onwards. He knew he should say something, but for the moment, he was perfectly content with keeping his mouth shut. During the whole that that his friend had been speaking, he had been listening, never once opening his mouth to interrupt. For a few more seconds he watched her, the chatter of the mingling cats around them fading into nothing as he focused his sole attention on Nightleap. "You're avoiding my question... it wasn't your fault, you know," he began, hesitating before he continued. "I'm sure you did everything you could." Snakesnap knew that his attempt at comfort would be futile; there was never much that one could do for a situation like that. Still, you had to try. There could never be too many attempts. he could only hope that he would be able to help her find closure.

Somehow.

Snakesnap had never known what it was like to have lost someone you had responsibility over, so his words were a mere shot in the dark. A sigh fell out of his mouth, eyes tilted up towards the sky. Clouds were gathering: it was bound to rain soon. A storm to match the mood of this conversation, he thought drearily.

He just had to bring that up. She couldn't hold it back anymore. Small tears welled in Nightleap's amber hues, quickly bringing themselves to overflow onto her pitch-black cheeks. She looked away and sighed. "That's just the thing, Snakesnap. When it happened I wasn't anywhere near her... I was on a hunting patrol on the far end of the territory..." she admitted. Her ears pinned close to her head as she spoke. "I-I'm sorry, I just..." she couldn't find words anymore as her voice started choking. Why'd she have to be so emotional? Everything would have been best if she hadn't any emotions at all. Then at least she'd never be hurt like this. Two males and Wolfpaw's killer did this to her, made her an unsteady mess of a warrior who was contemplating something darker than she'd ever thought possible. No. She couldn't take it anymore. Maybe it was just Shadowclan? No, it had to be everywhere. It was her. She was defective. "I-I must go," she said, getting up and walking out into the territory. She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing. All Nightleap knew was that she had to get out of camp. 'Will he follow me? Stop that Nightleap! You've nobody. You are nobody. He won't follow,' she thought, walking aimlessly through the snow and underbrush.