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Originally Posted by Sagittarius
The she-cat staring at him seemed... confused. Maybe because he was laughing at his injury? Maybe because of the mixed signals he was giving off? Or, most likely, maybe because she was wondering why her leader had run into a tree. Windystar was wondering that too, and the only logical answer he came up with was “because I couldn’t turn fast enough”. Well, what had happened happened. There was no going back, not with this cat staring at him. It almost made him unnerved, until she seemed to realize that she was staring and started talking. About Goldeneye. Maybe she slipped and called him that on accident. “Yeah,” he agreed, not wanting to say more. To say the subject made the tan feline uncomfortable was an understatement.
He disliked talking about Goldeneye. Not because Windystar disliked him, but because, for some reason, it just made him uncomfortable. He liked Goldeneye - maybe he disagreed with a few descisions that he made before he resigned, but that didn’t drastically change Windy’s opinion of the heterochromatic cat. But talking about Goldeneye as Goldenstar just made him feel odd. That was a subject that he avoided on purpose. “Faeries?” He repeated, the word snapping him out of his thoughts. “Spirits? Affecting me?” He sounded confused. “I... don’t think so...”
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So he wasn’t a “believer.” The tom had no idea what they were, and even called them spirits. Well, she didn’t know if they were. One of her friends that she met at the Thunderclan border told her about them. So Mapleshatter wasn’t exactly an expert about the tiny creatures. She still frowned when he didn’t get her joke though, and he even seemed upset... odd. But back to the important matter. She had to spread light on this situation, let him know how everything anyone could ever wonder could fit so perfectly inside her mind. “Do you even know what faeries are?” The molly asked, tail once again swaying. It was a habit of hers; especially when she was talking to another cat. A way of stemming, some might say, so she wouldn’t have a panic attack exchanging a few simple words with another.
It was no wonder that he had no idea, all the other clans hid what really happened from Shadowclan. There were so many things she could tell him about... like kittypets true form, how dark forest cats can posses their trainees, etc. And he knew none of it. It was exciting, to spread her theories to another feline. ”Do you even know the truth about foxes?” Even if he seemed uninterested or confused, she didn’t care. Mapleshatter just needed to talk to another about the constant thoughts spiraling in her brain. They were almost nonstop, always coming with bizzare theories even she would question. But some weren’t like that. Some she would actually believe, like the two she told the leader. Looking at him once more, a question, not a theory, came into her thoughts. “What’s your name, anyway?” She had to be honest to herself, she needed more cats to call even acquaintances, and simply “that creamy tom” wouldn’t work.