[North]

Originally Posted by _Fern_

"Y-yeah, pretty good," Rabbitfoot stammered, pawing the ground. He had never been a real social cat, only ever talking to others about hunting or battle strategies, despite never actually being in a real battle before. "Um, how about you?" Rabbitfoot hoped she was well, with all the drama going on with Blazingstar. He, personally, thought Blazingstar was a good leader who made good decisions for his Clan, but Rabbitfoot knew there were others who thought otherwise. He could understand how his Clanmates disapproved of some of his choices and admits he sometimes felt the same, but he makes those choices with the best intentions for WindClan in mind. Didn't he? The pale tom's amber eyes glided to the clearing. The late green-leaf sun shone on the Clan, and Rabbitfoot silently wished he was out there, warming his pelt. It was chilly under the tree, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. Fawnsplash seemed to like it here, so he would stay and talk.

Fawnsplash purred, pleased to hear Rabbitfoot was doing well; it was an improvement from her own hectic life. She debated ever wanting to see Stonewater again, not that it appeared he wanted to see her regardless. Had she done something wrong? Starclan knows, but it was certainly bothering her. The charcoal tom's familiar form had been on her mind the last moon, and she couldn't get the horrible loneliness she felt deep inside to dissipated. It was unfortunate, but it was life. She'd have to carry on in spite of some tom hurting her feelings. The spotted she-cat became aware Rabbitfoot had asked her something, the pale tom's gaze resting on her as he awaited her response. "Oh! I'm fine, thanks," She quickly exclaimed, muttering a quiet apology about having not heard him at first, though she questioned whether the pale warrior would have heard the barely audible phrase. Her amber gaze drifted for a moment, fluttering between familiar and unfamiliar faces spread capriciously about the clearing. A few of her friends cast her warm smiles, and others cold glares. Understandable, given how much she'd been distancing herself lately. "I haven't seen you around before, maybe once or twice at best. How come?" She spoke aloud, amber gaze returning to rest upon Rabbitfoot's pale features, a look of curiosity lighting up her own umber ones.