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Originally Posted by Dark Melody

Snowsong nodded and gave a small smile to his words. "We can talk if you want, or you can talk. Im a good listener." She winked at him before standing, shaking out her short, almost prickly white fur. "And good idea. I'll go get us some food. Im not busy at the moment so I have time to sit and talk." She gave him a warm smile, then turned and trotted off toward the fresh-kill pile, her ears pricked.

She wondered what the Tom could be upset about. Did he lose someone? Was he sick? A frown pulled at the corners of her mouth as the thought crossed her mind but she shook it off and let her eyes rake over the fresh-kill pile, padding closer to it. She was at a good pace, but thinking made her slower than usual. I wont make him tell me.

But, She decided as she walked, head high. I can get to know him, and see if I can cheer him up. Thats what matters, and I hate seeing cats upset like this. She was hoping to turn ThunderClan around, to help Gyrestar start a new, better era. What with everything that had happened so far, the fire...

We lost Fernpaw then. Snowsong's ears twitched, and laid back against her head. Her steps faltered for a second before she continued forward. Her sisters death had taken quite a toll on her for the longest of times. She wasnt sure if she would ever really get over it, but she knew that Fernpaw would want her to. Her sister would want her to become a good deputy and maybe one day, leader. But that wasnt important, not as important as serving her Clan to the best of her ability. Thats what Fernpaw would want.

And then there was the Evil Era. Just thinking about it sent shivers down Snowsong's spine. Ratnight had been a cruel leader,almost destroying the Clan. Snowsong recalled the battle with SkyClan, and still couldnt help a faint prickle of guilt. That was the first time she'd ever fought for another Clan, and she wasnt sure she would ever stop feeling bad about that. Though, she couldnt exactly regret it....After all, more blood would have been spilled had SkyClan not won. Had StarClan not won.

And after that had destroyed Snowsong and her siblings. Blackstorm had turned, switching sides in the blink of an eye. She would never forget that, what her brother had done. Killing their father, driving Honeyfur and Eternal out of the territory out of guilt, and then leading Snowsong, her siblings and friends out of ThunderClan into a wasteland, no food, no water, they almost starved. They would have, if not for Honeyfur and Eternal's return. They'd finally chased Blackstorm, Goldensky, and Oakmark out of the territory. She hadnt seen them since.

And then Splashheart had left ThunderClan to go to RiverClan. Snowsong had to smile, shaking her head. Her sister had made the right choice for herself and her kits. No cat should grow up without parents, Snowsong knew this better than anyone. They'd made it to apprentices without their parents, until Roarclaw finally showed up with Fiercestorm and Swiftbreeze. It had been a day to remember, but Snowsong couldnt get it out of her head how Splashheart had been so silent, how Blackstorm had been so cold. She had been so confused when Blackstorm admitted to killing Fiercestorm, and even more confused when Splashheart snapped Swiftbreeze when her mother hadnt respected her decision to leave. But Snowsong had sat, she'd thought.

Now she understood.

Snowsong let her breath out slowly as she reached the fresh-kill pile. The thoughts fell out of her head almost instantly, hiding away for another time. Snowsong lowered her head and grabbed two squirrels in her maw by their tails, turning to head back to Finchcall. In any case, Snowsong wanted everyone in her Clan to be happy and safe. Starting with this Tom. Life was a story, right? Everyone deserved a happily-ever-after.

With a smile, she made her way back over to him, her ice blue eyes warm and friendly. She would make sure, no matter what, that ThunderClan's story had a happy ending.

(sooo sorry for the late reply! :c)

The dark tom watched Snowsong as she began to get up to get some fresh-kill. He felt a bit awkward talking to her still. He couldn't help but feel as though she should be spending her time doing something more important than sitting and conversing with him. She was deputy after all. Besides, he doubted that their conversation will be fun - he wasn't planning on opening up to her so soon, and she seemed more intent on listening rather than talking. He wondered if they would sit in silence, and hoped that if that were to be the case than maybe he wouldn't be an awkward silence? Though he doubted it. Snowsong didn't seem as awkward as he was. He still doubted that he deserved her attention.

But she seemed very kind and friendly... it was refreshing to spend some time with someone like that.

He found his yellow gaze drifting away from the deputy and he watched the trees for a moment, just thinking about a certain silver tabby that he hadn't seen in moons. Is she even still alive? Finchcall silently questioned. It wasn't a new question to his thoughts. In fact, that was the most common when he thought about Crescentmoon. He would also usually think whether she'd be interested in him now since Northpath has been dead for a few moons. Of course, Finchcall knew deep down that to her he was just a friend and nothing more.

And he knew he had to get over her.

They had been friends - and he believed that he had loved her - but she's been gone for many moons now and he knew that she wasn't coming back. She never reciprocated his feelings anyway. Every time he thought back on it he realized that they weren't actually as close as he had thought - or rather hoped - they were. And the tom knew that he had to move on... it wasn't healthy to hang onto it like this, yet he found it too hard and barely even tried to continue.

Finchcall suddenly turned as Snowsong padded in his direction with fresh-kill in her jaw. He straightened up a bit as he approached him once again, deciding that he might actually talk to her after all. He wouldn't say anything too sad right off the bat, but he might as well try and talk to someone, right? And why not Snowsong? She seemed to want him to let her know what was bothering him. He forced a small smile as she reached him. He wasn't sure what to say.... "What would you like to talk about?" He mewed, clearly awkward though he tried not to come off as that way.