[Sweetie]

Eh, Owlwatcher's faith in Starclan had fallen...fallen long as the tallest mountain on the earth "Nope, not at all.". With having no parents? His apprentice leaving him along with his former best friend. Then...then his precious mate? So cursing him? The brown tom was almost sure that the dead were playing with his life for pure laughs and enjoyment. Yeah, but when will they get bored? I want them to get bored.

Thankfully Whitewolf's huffy poutines snapped the warrior out of his long dark path of thoughts. "Pssh," Owl rolled his eyes at his friend's complaints about how 'no matter what his bedding will never be good enough'. Maybe the warrior should go gather new moss for the white warrior in secret and see if he notices a difference.

It being silent didn't bother Owlwatcher but sometimes it does when he's constantly alone with the voices in his head. But thankfully Whitewolf was a new tune to his ears. The maine-coon was rather grateful for the sarcastic, morose Whitewolf, who didn't know but helped Owl from crumbling to the voices and guilt.

“If you’re done staring at me like a creepy shadowcat, how about we go get some fresh kill?”

Anddddd not to mention helping him out of his thoughts and decision making. Quickly retracting his paw the warrior nodded his head while embarrassment clouded his cheeks. "Yeah, I'm starving for some mice." With his stomach rumbling in agreement.

@Redtalon