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Originally Posted by Constellation

Most might wonder why Dream was such an ambitious Tom with a leisured schedule. Most wonder why he seemed so carefree, so charming...so, irritating. Truth be told, Dream did not care for much. Or, many. He allowed himself to believe that he needed no one. He was the only one who could fend for himself. Take care of himself. The only thing that mattered was reaching his dreams. His visions. The only question most could never get a straight answer from was - where did Dream see himself. Where? That was an excellent question. Followed by: how, when, why? Evidently, Dream did not see himself as being a leader, nor a deputy. Definitely not a medicine cat. That all seemed disastrous to the Tom. He hardly liked the clan he was in now, so why would he want to actually help these little pieces of unwanted riffraff?
To be honest, Dream wanted to reach the highest level of serenity. He worked hard around here (not really). He deserved a break, right? Of course he did! The marbled bengal just finished going for a quick run. His heavy paws feeling light as he made fast movement. He had no intentions of going hunting...or doing anything for that matter, so he took a run. Forget about everything else. Forget about hunting or Patrols. Dream did what he want, and no one could tell him otherwise.
As he strolled through the clearing, a smirk placed on his maw, the different brown shaded cat thought about his next activity. Running? Done. Climbing? Hm...did he truly want to do that at the moment? Sharpening his claws? Eh, doesn't sound too tempting. Seeing what Pyritecrest was up to? Maybe not. That Tom had been busy. And, Dream was pretty sure that Pyritecrest's filter was blabbering as well. That left around two things for the Tom to do. Plan his goals (which always been an all time favorite to him) or do...work. The former obviously won when it came to Dream. After a quick meal perhaps he should find a nice spot to evenly plan out the rest of his moons. Many didn't know it, nor did his actions show it well, but Dream was a very passionate Tom. When it came to his goals, he loved to talk about accomplishments. Or, even failures.
He trotted further into the clearing, throwing a nod of acknowledgement to some of his clan mates. As he passed an apprentice, who he has failed to recognize as his daughter, the tom's eyes lit up at her catch. "Good job, kit!" He praised, as he trotted passed her. Something should had been familair within this kit. Those eyes...that pelt color, but nope. Just like Dream forgot a lot of his past flings and the products of his kits, Dream didn't take a notice that this apprentice did take on a minimum appearance of her mother. Which, would had clicked in his mind, if he had dared to care about what happened in the past. Since Dream was rather carefree about his actions, the thought of Fawnpatch didn't even cross his mind...not one bit.

Jadepaw knew that almost all cats would come back to the camp at this time, to eat and rest for the night but she didn’t really know her father. Her mother used to mumble about how she loved him and things like that but never really got into the detail about him. She didn’t know if her father stayed out late or if he had come back earlier to sleep, she’d like to think he was hardworking and amazing, Peachfuzz had told her that toms were meant to protect and hunt for their clan. Jadepaw wanted to think that her father was as strong as her mentor seemed. Just as she was thinking of just eating alone, the mouse causing her mouth to water, she saw him. As soon as she saw the tom she knew that it was him, it was like he seemed familiar even though Jadepaw couldn’t remember a time she had seen him before. She felt giddy again, forgetting that she was supposed to speak to him and just watched him move by. He seemed to walk with the confidence Jadepaw herself lacked and she found herself wondering why someone like him would ever love someone like her mother. It wasn’t much of a secret that Fawnpatch was a horrible mother, she was always dreamy-eyed and neglecting of her kits, leaving the nursery whenever she felt like it because she didn’t want to be around her own kits. Jadepaw had tried to love her when she was young, she still tries to but it is hopeless as far as she can tell, Fawnpatch would rather dream about her past love then focus on the present.
She met his eyes as he passed and a smile grew on her face, hidden by the prey in her jaws. The compliment made her feel a sort of happiness she had never experienced before, he had complimented her, even if she hadn’t caught the prey he was speaking of, it was a compliment. Her father was proud of her, in a way. This would be wonderful, she and her father could grow close and he would always be proud of her, she knew it. As he passed by her, she suddenly realized why she had gone looking in the first place.
“Wait!” It was one of her bursts of confidence that made her yell as she hurried after Dream, tripping over her own paws. She mentally cursed at herself, why couldn’t she just walk normally, she had to go and mess this up already. When she was next to the older tom, she started to feel slight fear creeping up in her. The tortoiseshell ears were pressed to her head and she didn’t look the other in the eye to matter how much she wanted to. She was fearing a bad reaction from Dream and what if it was the wrong cat entirely? With a deep breath she forced herself to at least look at the other’s face and rushed out her next words. “Are you Dream? I’m Jadepaw, um, Fawnpatches kit." She huffed after her words as if she was out of breath.