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Originally Posted by Beau
Cloudstrike had nodded when Duskfeather spoke of Starclan testing her clan. She probably would've responded if her mind hadn't already been elsewhere. Her new friend's, as she decided Duskfeather was, mention of the death of Shadowclan didn't faze the ivory warrior, in fact, the implication went quite over her head. After continued exposure, Cloudstrike would certainly pick up on it, but after only one mention, the molly simply had no space to waste on musings on another cat's personality. It wasn't any of her business what Duskfeather chose to speak about.
When the sandy Riverclan warrior corrected her, Cloudstrike was already on another tangent and then she began walking before she could respond. When Duskfeather caught up with her outside of the camp, Cloudstrike fell quiet to listen to her companion speak. Then, she sang out her response to Dusk's previous statement. "You're right, my fur is rather long. It's not too bad, though, I just have to spend more time grooming it." She didn't address the difficulties it would bring to swimming at all, but rather continued on, "That sounds like fun! I've had enough water today that I don't want to get swept away by that powerful river. I heard a story once that a cat got swept away on a river and ended up in the biggest lake ever! Some cats saved his life, but they turned out to have tails, like fish tails! They taught him how to swim and after a while, he grew a fish tail. Hmm, that might have been a dream." The snowy warrior pondered that for a moment, before shrugging it off and smiling serenely.
The she-cat was excited to learn how to swim and could be a bit kit like when excited, however, at that moment she was focusing on trying to come up with a nickname for her teacher. "Not Dusky, that's too obvious." She murmured aloud without realizing it. "Feathery? Feathers?" Cloudstrike continued in this way for most of their trip to the river before finally calling out, "I know!" Turning to Duskfeather with an innocent, happy smile, the Shadowclan warrior exclaimed, "I'll call you Dawny!"
(She chose the literal opposite of her name to be her nicknameXD)
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{Honestly, that seems like something she would do from what I've seen already xD}
Seeing as the other she-cat didn't seem to be bothered by her rather profound mention of death, Duskfeather seemed to dawn a happier look, her eyes focusing on the white she-cat for a moment. Now isn't that a rarity. It wasn't very often that another cat wasn't phased or upset by mentioning of death or dead bodies or something else just as morbid as the previously stated; while she never really cared about what other cats thought or said, it was a bit of a relief to finally have someone not ask her to be quiet about such things. Now she wasn't stupid, she didn't want to push it and have a full out conversation about how the death of one clan would effect all of the others and surely the surrounding ecosystem because after all, she didn't want to risk driving away a potential new friend. So she let the conversation drop. And just as easily as a current shifts, so did the conversation.
"Personally I'm glad that my fur is on the shorter side of the spectrum.
The only thing that is unfortunate is when leafbare comes, but I can deal with it." She decided to indulge on the small tangent of fur length, even though that's not why she made mention of the Shadowclan warriors fur. Cloudstrike probably knew what she was talking about and likely in turn decided to just not make mention of it. That was actually smart on her part. Moving the conversation to something that wouldn't be a dead end. Huh. I think I'm starting to like this cat.
Even if it wasn't purposeful and that's just how Cloudstrike's thought process went, Duskfeather couldn't help but be impressed.
"Ah.. Yes that sounds like quite the fantasy, I would highly doubt that would be a real occurrence. More than likely it was one of your dreams, after all, you seem to have quite the.. Imagination." Meowed the sandy brown she-cat, looking back ahead and noting that the stream she was heading to was now visible. And with that knowledge, she decided it was best not to start speaking again, they would likely reach it before being able to finish their topic anyways, especially with the tangents the other she-cat went off on.
One ear swiveling in Cloudstrike's direction, she paid attention to what she was saying without looking over, her paws carrying her swiftly to the water in which she would stop at the streams edge just as the Shadowclan warrior exclaimed her new nickname. Tilting her head and looking at the she-cat, she tried to read her face to see if she was playing. What she say there was not amusement like this was a joke, but innocent happiness.
"Dawny.. Not so catchy, I believe Dawn would be better suited for nickname standards, but call me as you wish." Clearing her throat, she'd look at the stream, remembering when she was but an apprentice. Her first swimming lessons.
"Well we're here. Currents not strong, so just start wading out a little bit,
at least until the water gets up to your belly fur. I'll go with you, but really,
you shouldn't need to worry."