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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz
Jaguarclaw merely chuckled a little at her apology and shook his head a bit, his olive hues resting on her calmly. "I didn't think it was weird," he assured her. The Bengal was at a loss for words now. What else could they possibly talk about? Normally he was able to just come up with conversations on the spot so things like this wouldn't happen, but today just wasn't one of those day he guessed. An awkward silence spread between the two before he nodded a little. "Right," he started, his mind racing with something to say. "So maybe we should go star-gazing sometime? I'm sure having a little company at night would be nice.." he stated, although it felt almost wrong for him to ask with Marbledface back in the clan now. They were just friends those. That's all he was to everyone actually, just friends.
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At least he didn't think it was weird. The she cat herself might think it was weird, but this new tom didn't. Thankful for his friendly words, Cougarsnow managed to smile a little more widely then before. It was still that odd, half-expression... but friendly all the same. Like she wanted to smile, and was being held back by some strong force. Some dangerous force. At his suggestion, her expression changed to one of amazement. He was really interested in that? No one ever was. The night sky was 'boring...' but in Cougarsnow's opinion, it was the most beautiful and fascinating place in the Clans. Silverpelt was always sparkling so brightly she felt like she could reach up and touch it. "R-really? You would want to do that..." her voice trailed off, but her thoughts continued. With me? Of all the cats in ShadowClan-- in all the Clans, really, though disloyalty wasn't looked upon with a smiling face-- why her? Didn't he have other friends? Of course. Anyone who can talk like that must. In her opinion, if you were able to speak well and eloquently, you would have lots of friends. Perhaps that was the reason she didn't; that and her clumsiness. For another moment she just stared at him in astonishment before she broke out of her daydream. "O-of course I would love to, it's just, I mean... n-no one ever... you're the first... it's not... sorry." That was how she seemed to end a lot of sentences, with the word 'sorry.' She was always sorry. Always. But, all her apologies didn't do much good. She was still unpopular, and felt very-- very-- unloved.