[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Theadream stared at the larger tom with her green hues narrowed. Everything was constantly different with them, and they never discussed things together. Especially when it came to the kits. Maybe it was all they needed to discuss. She didn't care about casual conversations with him, or the occasional small talk. He would enter the nursery when the two were younger, and she allowed him to play with them or spend time with them. Nightkit and Mothkit loved him, and though she preferred to raise them herself, the sudden thought dawned on her. They were their kits. Our kits. It was foreign to her. She didn't like that she had to share kits with him and he wasn't her mate. She couldn't stand him because she didn't like sharing, but Theadream held her ground. ''Whatever. I don't care. Enjoy doing whatever you do best.''

Maybe it was time for her to leave. She was in his presence long enough, and she was already fuming. Theadream carried quite the sassy attitude, along with a short temperament. She didn't want them to hate each other more than they already did. In all honesty, the she cat didn't hate Weaselshade. She just found him hard to get along with. She found him irritating. Frustrating. And, he acted like she wasn't there. He ignored her. Practically, like she never stepped up to play parent with him. It made her boil inside, but she brushed it aside. Theadream was pretty tired, and the only thing that really mattered was Nightkit and Mothkit. Surely, she would had adopted more kits once those two were ready to be apprenticed, but once she did, she wouldn't have to worry about Weaselshade any longer. She could raise those kits without him.

Weaselshade looked up. He snorted. Did he really believe her? Of course not. Theadream did care, she was just hardheaded. If Theadream really didn't care, she would have left by now. Had she? No. Weaselshade saw her, with his own two eyes, standing right in front of him. She hadn't moved. Not a muscle. Not an inch. Not a centimeter. Not anything. Weaselshade wasn't stupid. He didn't fully understand hardheaded she-cats, but he could guess for most of it. There was on thing he didn't need to guess for, she did care. Even if her own thoughts compelled her towards the fact that she didn't care, her own thoughts were lying. Now, Weaselshade could be wrong. He could be. He saw the chance of that very slim however. Weaselshade was not often right when it came to Theadream. However, he could be if he tried hard. He wasn't trying hard. He really wasn't. But didn't some people just know things. Like when a thought pops into your mind that you never knew you could have thought of. To Weaselshade, it was one of those times.

The tom looked back down at his piece of prey. This time, not out of annoyance. Not out of embarrassment. But out of something he could not identify. Not hunger, he was only eating the mouse because he didn't want it to go to waist. Not because he was nervous, though it was very possible. But for some reason he could not identify. Weaselshade didn't really care though, at least that was what his mind compelled him to believe. But like Theadream, his mind could be lying. For he truly did care. Weaselshade was as determined to find out what it was, as a new apprentice was to hunt rabbit.