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Originally Posted by Lonestar23

"You're right, it does!" Badgerpaw exclaimed, after squinting at the sky in different ways and trying to figure out how he could picture a cloud looking like a grumpy old elder. His ears twitched in her direction at her words, although he didn't comment on them. Part of him was... confused. Was that how she felt? She really wanted to see him? When he was a young kit, Badgerpaw had considered himself to be the most handsome of them all.

He'd thought looking at him would be like looking at something of such beauty that it would blind you. Of course, he knew better now. He was nowhere near that handsome, and even if he were handsome, he couldn't blind anyone with his appearance. It was impossible. As he had grown and matured, and been without Lostpaw, Badgerpaw had grown more logical. Part of his playful, goofy mind was gone forever now... lost to the training and the logic of everyday life. He had been forced to accept reality. Forever was relative. He'd thought he and the grey feline beside him would be best friends forever, and sparks of hope that that was still true were returning, although most of him was doubtful that they would be together forever. Warrior ceremonies would come, his feelings would fade... if only she felt the same way, maybe they would stay. But she didn't and there was no use hoping that she did.

"There aren't any ugly cats in the Clan! I mean, some of the she cats here are gorgeous." He paused for a moment, waiting for the shock factor to sink in, before he continued on with a short laugh. "I've never talked to them, heh... don't have the courage to. And besides, even if I did, they-" He stopped, realizing what he had been about to say.

They wouldn't have anything on you. Oh, what an awkward statement that would be to make. At least he had stopped just in time.

Lostpaw continued to scan the sky, but didn't comment about a cloud for a while, sensing that Badgerpaw was thinking over what she had said about him. As soon as he started speaking her attention went to him. Her nose wrinkled slightly as he said there were a lot of attractive she-cats, but he didn't have the confidence to talk to any of them.
Did that mean she wasn't attractive?
Shaking that thought from her mind, she chuckled. "Ah, it's alright. They are probably stuck up or something. More worried about being gorgeous than living life." Her head turned back towards the sky. "Living is better than being pretty." Of course she believed those words, as she couldn't focus on trying to be attractive if she couldn't even see. The she-cat didn't draw attention to his sudden silence. She was curious about what he was going to say, but decided not to ask. He probably stopped talking because it was offensive or something.
"There are some attractive toms, too. Not by smell, but by scent. Everyone's got their own and since I'm blind I can pick up on them a lot better. If I really focus sometimes I can sense the mood of a cat, based off their scent. I don't usually focus hard enough for that." She paused. "A cat's scent tells me a lot about them. Like, how much they groom. Where they spend most of their time. Who they are related to. Sometimes what they last ate. And based off that, I can kind of figure out if they are a cat I want to hang around."
Those words might have been confusing, as she didn't really pay attention to what she was saying. At first it started out that toms were attractive, and then she started talking about how she can almost 'see' a cat. She never stays on topic.