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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
Jasperpelt stayed beside her, careful not to move. Shellfeather was beginning to calm now, her breathing regulating, and he could almost feel her relaxing. The ebony-pelted tom wanted to say something comforting and sweet, but he had never been the type of cat to be able to do that well. And he didn't want to accidentally make her cry again. Jasperpelt hated it when any cat cried. But especially a she cat. And Shellfeather seemed so innocent and pure, it was difficult for him to think about her being sad. Although he had just met her. Manipulation was, unfortunately, common - and Jasperpelt was being careful to look out for comments that sounded as though she were trying to trick him. So far? Nothing. It seemed like she was truly sad. That was why he had tried the thing with the flowers, changing the subject, figuring out something to say that would be... easy to start up a conversation with.
He had thought it would be a good idea. Some sort of subject matter to try and make her feel better, but... from the warning signs he could almost see gathering... he knew that he had made a mistake. Why couldn't he say something comforting and cool right then? Try and make her stop. Just feel better. Jasperpelt didn't often cry in front of others, because he knew that he wasn't supposed to... he was supposed to stop them from crying. And he hated it when other cats cried.
Uh oh. He thought as she began to speak, swallowing as he saw the tears beginning to pool in her blue eyes. This was bad. Very bad. He had started up a conversation, and now he had failed. "Water lilies? Those... those are p-pretty, huh? I-I've always liked roses, heh... umm... how about y-you?" The warrior asked, shifting his weight a little and trying to figure out a new subject for them to talk about. Something that hopefully wouldn't make her cry. Maybe... maybe something about prey, or colors, or time of day... he would just get to know her, that would be a good idea! The tom kept his tail curled around her, staying there so that she could have some form of comfort while he thought about things to say. Words were not a strong point for him. He was always stumbling over them, having to figure out what to say in order to comfort others - since he hated seeing them cry.
"Um, uh... what's y-your favorite color? An- and i-if you could be deputy, l-leader or medicine cat, which one would you be?" He asked, speaking as quickly as he could. At the same time, he was staying pressed against her in order to offer the physical comfort that seemed to have been working so far. And thankfully, Jasperpelt didn't mind it. Not at all. Eye contact was hard, speaking was hard... but actions always spoke louder then words.
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Shellfeather took more deep breaths, trying to focus her mind on something good, something that still brought happiness to her life. Something that was only hers. Because everything that she had shared with Russetstar was a painful reminder of her loss. Even her kits, though she loved them dearly, were a reminder of him. They all looked so much like their father. Except for Applethorn. She was one of Shell's only kits that looked like her. Other than her dead kit, Stormkit. Stop thinking of your kits! Shellfeather scolded herself after realizing she was going to start crying hard once again. She was a selfless cat, but right now, the pale-furred warrior knew this was a time to be selfish, to make herself feel better. She was the one who needed comfort. And Jasperpelt was giving that to her.
Jasperpelt. Shellfeather looked up at the dark-furred tom, who want looking at her, but she could feel his strength, his comfort, his want to make her feel better. To make her stop crying. Shellfeather ran a law over her face, wiping up the tears. Jasperpelt was here for her right now, and she knew he was trying so hard to make her feel better. And she would. She would be strong, because she felt in her heart that he truly just want e her to be happy. This cat she barely knew, giving her comfort without a question about why she was crying. This cat, giving her the strength she needed.
Shellfeather pulled back a little, placing her for head on his chest and looking down at her paws. She wasn't sure if this was right for her to be snuggled up to him, but she still needed to use his strength to hold up herself. With more strength in her voice, Shellfeather answered his questions, simple little questions that you would ask in apprentice age when trying to get to know a fellow apprentice. "My favorite color is yellow. Like the yellow of the sun's reflection on the water." She thought about his second question, truly pondering it in a depth and meaning. "I'd want to be a medicine cat, because they help EVERYONE in the clan. And that's what I try to do, is help everyone." Shellfeather flattened her ears a little, a bittersweet smile coming across her face.