[Gusty]

Originally Posted by Aluminumstrike

Aluminumpaw, being the curious and spacey apprentice she was, had only heard a fraction of the annoyance in the tom's words. "Are ya unhappy?" She asked a bit causiously, though her amber eyes were burning with apprehension, for she didn't know how this cat would react to her comments. Most cats got annoyed with her persistant questions and the spacey atmosphere around her and would start to ignore her until she left.
(I'm so sorry for being so late in replying)

[its okay, I take a while too sometimes]

Waspwhisker's ears drooped. "Yes, quite, actually." Because it was true: the tom was sometimes in a state of melancholy- depression, almost, but not as severe.

It wasn't like Wasp wanted to be sad... (who does, after all?) But it was inevitable. He could just see all of the flaws in the world so easily... everything was so tough, there were too many mysteries, life was much more complex than the clans made it out to be. With all these problems and no solutions, how could Waspwhisker be truly happy?

Some cats could. They were the lucky ones. Aluminumpaw was probably one of them.