[North]

| @Cosmo |
Oakmist had been somewhat consumed in deep thought, sea green eyes gazing off into the distance emptily. Had a small smile not taken place on his maw, there was no doubt that Oakmist would have looked somewhat intimidating; who would dare wander up to a cat who appeared so lifeless? But a partially familiar voice dragged him out of his thoughts, his icy gaze shifting so that it could inspect the source of the aforementioned voice. He recognised the tom quite quickly, his name, Onxydapple, coming to mind in seconds. The chestnut tom had always been good with names, it was perhaps his most useful useless talent. "Yep, that's me! Onxydapple, right?" He knew the answer was yes, but he supposed admitting that would make him sound up-tight or as though he had the mentality of a know it all. His tone came off as amiable and energetic, helping maintain the quirky reputation he'd bought for himself. "It's a lovely day, don't you think?" He inquired, casting his gaze toward the clear blue sky, as a gleeful expression settled within his sea-green eyes. Many would call Oakmist weird, but it was clear to see that the lithe tom paid no mind to the opinions of others. He'd always thought of being "weird" or "unique" as good attributes for a cat to have! After all, Shadowclan would most certainly be boring if everyone acted and looked the same. Variation is the key to a good life, and Oakmist took pride in reminding people that their "strange" qualities were just as valuable as their ordinary ones. Onyxdapple was a good example; vitiligo was extremely uncommon. In fact, the younger warrior was the only cat Oakmist knew to possess the genetic disorder. Oakmist thought the white spots gave Onxydapple this wonderfully exotic appearance and made the tom seem so inviting to talk to. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but, your fur is amazing! The white spots make you look so charming, as though you're covered in recently fallen snow. It's beautiful," His warm-hearted tone and overall amiableness made it clear his words came with no malice intent, and that he truly meant what he said. He inspected Onyxdapple's pelt curiously, but he was careful to ensure he didn't seem to forward or invasive of the other tom's personal space. He'd hate to be a bother.