[Starfall]

Originally Posted by alphypoin

[ah, thanks, i'm still learning !!]
The change in her attitude almost made Honeydust smile his goofy full-toothed grin. Almost. He never smiled like that, not in a million moons. Well, he used to, but he didn't like it. He usually kept it to a small, sweet, nearly shy smile, contrasting nearly harshly against his realistic, somewhat flamboyant, mother-esque persona he'd given himself.

He sat neatly next to the resting molly, tail curling over his paws. He'd lie down too, but he'd probably never get up to do his work if he did. In fact, he should probably be doing his tasks rather than socialising with the leader's sister. He thought of the consequences that would result if he spent the rest of his time with Emberdust. Then he looked at the molly. Totally. Worth it.

He chuckled with a light purr, "None taken." Emberdust was interesting, to say the least. She wasn't too hard on his eyes, either. She seemed kind enough. He could dare I say, almost trust her. Almost. Just because he was being kind to her did not mean he trusted her, not even for a second. His paranoia and anxiety only brought that up a couple notches.

Still, he kept on his kind persona, "I suppose that's true, but you are a good sister," He purred gently, hoping it wasn't too bold of him to say. His eyes wandered about the clearing, observing it in it's prime of newleaf. It was his favourite season, and most say it matched his personality well, and he could agree, except he didn't. Well, not really.

Honeydust took a deep breath, warm brown hues sparkling with their golden flecks like the whole of StarClan in the daylight shining in them. His paws fidgeted when he took a side glance at Emberdust. She had this sort of look in her eye that made his head and chest feel fuzzy, it made his paws fidget just a little bit more, and his tail twitch anxiously. It was.. odd, but not unwelcomed or bad, merely unknown. No, not unknown. Familiar, but not at the same time. It was confusing, conflicting, and almost frustrating. He tried not to think about it.

The molly blinked slowly, her Amber orbs flickered with curiosity, something in the tom changed. His posture was different and his eyes were hiding something, although she's couldn't pin point what exactly it was. It made her even more curious about the tom, made her want to get to know him better, dissect his way of thinking, tinker with his mind. Most of her clanmates were always hiding something, whether it be a dark secret or an emberassing fact she was always able to deduce what it was, but with her new found companion, she found it incredibly hard. She narrowed her eyes and looked over the tom for a few seconds before she let out a sigh and nuzzled the ground "I wonder who became the first medicine cat." she asked aloud, she wasn't expecting an answer, well, she wasn't expecting a correct answer. Did medicine cats really see their ancestors,or is it all just a bluff? She didn't really understand them, the need to heal, she understood the thirst for knowledge but she didn't understand why they felt the need to heal and save the injured, wouldn't it be less of a hassle to just leave them be? But then again emotions such as 'pity' and 'pride' play into their actions, pity upon a horribly injured cat, and the fear of loosing their pride if they failed, 'fear' was also apart of their choices. Emberdust learned that it was hard for her clanmates to neglect their emotions, difficult for them to ignore 'heart ache', 'fear', 'joy' which she didn't understand all too well, she blocked them out perfectly, it wasn't too hard. But then again she didn't truly know how to use them correctly, she didn't know what they meant. She opened her optics and gazed up at Honeydust through her lashes, "Did you ever want to become medicine cat?" she asked, her state cold, dull, although her orbs were bright and gleaming they held nothing but emptiness in them.

The ginger molly let out a huff and flicked her tail, a pout plastered on her face "I try, but I don't understand him. I keep telling him that he needs to find a mate, but he keeps pushing it aside." she huffed, annoyance is what most would call this feeling she was having, and annoyance is the mask that she would put on for this conversation. All these emotions were masks, they weren't her, they covered her true self, masked her ideals and facts. Then something popped up in her mind, a question that she wanted an answer to. She sat up and looked the tom straight in the eyes "What are emotions to you? Do you find them useful?" she asked, her speech cold, bland, parched, nothing bright or dark thrown in, it was boring and held nothing and hid nothing.