[North]

| @Arié |
Mintflower's icy gaze saw Snailriver, the much larger white-furred tom looking as grumpy as he usually did. Mintflower had conflicting feelings towards the tom, because whilst he was mean and bitter most of the time, Mintflower felt a small sense of sympathy for the tom. She assumed he was quite lonely as a result of his bad temper, and wondered if he wanted it that way or couldn't help it? She supposed there was only one way to know for sure, so the pale molly rose to her feet and began trotting over to the much larger tom. Where most cats would have known better than to mess around with Snailriver of all toms, Mintflower cared very little for the consequences of her own actions and was willing to give Snailriver a chance at a conversation. After all, a clan had to work together in order to maintain proper strength, right? Yeah, Fallenstar's definitely said something like that crap before, so I suppose it's only best I try? The she-cat smirked ever so slightly, striding confidently towards the pale tom's new dwelling in the clearing. "Hey Snailriver," If he hadn't already known she was coming by the squelch of her paws in the soggy soil, then he for sure knew now, "Lovely weather, don't you think? Nice bird you caught there, an impressive catch." The slender she-cat settled on her haunches, stance tall and proud but her expression remained amiable - she needed to at least look like she wanted to make friends. She wanted a new friend to talk to, she was sure he needed the same, so why not give it a shot?