[Mango]

Originally Posted by Undercover

Nighthowl was just beginning to groom his skinny tail when his peaceful morning was lost. Morning, Nighthowl. It's a nice morning. The back tom merely flicked his tail.

"The horizon holds rain." He murmured, half to himself. Then, his grey eyes met the other tom's. Cucumberprickle. He remembered who the cat in front of him was, and he gave a twitch of his ears. It was nice, with the sound of a familiar, happy campmates around, but he still felt empty. The clan had become a river, and he was a small rain drop, being carried along, but have no say in where they were going, or what was happening around them.

The old SkyClan cat shuffled his paws beneath him so he was in a slightly hunched, but otherwise unbothered sitting position. Nighthowl looked better than usual, his eyes mostly clear and pretty much free from the haunted, grumpy look that usually tainted him. His gaze strayed over Cucumberprickle. Usually, he would have made a scorning remark about the tom, or tell him to get on with whatever he was doing, but today, he just felt...dull. He didn't actually feel like a horribleness cat.

Cucumberpickle gave a nod," Yeah. It will rain today or tonight I'd guess..." he meowed flicking his tail to the left of him as he tucked his sand colored paws underneath himself," It's a cool morning, not to hot or to cold." He meowed politely enjoying basking himself.