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The time of day was night far after many warriors had been done with their duties. Whether they were hoping to find romance, flings, someone to have kits with, or are already disappointed by the turn out and want to go home the two were there and now it was time for conversations to fly. They only had 10 minutes and three partners to choose from so it’s best to ask and answer all the right questions to get to know the other.
Each speed round had a separate area for the two cats to talk. This particular speed round took place a few yards from the meeting grounds at the top of a grassy hill, but it was the starry view above them that truly stole the show. There was a meteorshower out this time of night sending flashes of silver shooting across the open night sky. Despite being out in the open the summer breeze that sailed past them felt warm and inviting.
Deathpaw crested the hill and turned his head back to look at the sky full of stars. It was breathtaking, but he quickly pulled his eyes away from the show and stared ahead of him, letting out a slow and impatient sigh. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his paw tapped in time with the beat, but he needed to keep his expression as blank and uninterested as possible. This was a date, and he knew how those went: the boys didn't want someone sweet and strange, they wanted someone detached and cool and incredibly gorgeous, and that could be him.
Finally, after stretching out the moment, he cast a sideways glance at his companion. "These are all the stars you can see from here? I've seen twice as many at once back in WinterClan. Maybe I'll show you sometime. Where you from, anyway?"
"Oh you're in that ice queens clans, she seems pretty scary," Jackdawpaw commented, staring up at the stars before lying onto his back to gaze up at them with the same admiration as someone cloud watching would have, "I'm in NightClan, it's the best clan in the world," He said slowly, but it seemed each time he bragged about NightClan the less certain he became. He knew NightClan was amazing from the moment he was born, but lately it felt like they were outcasts... Or maybe he was the outcast. Maybe that was why he didn't like to think about the topic, because if NightClan weren't the weird ones then he was. "Do you fit in great in WinterClan? I think I fit into NightClan better than others," He said, which was an overstatement. He fit in better than his insane mentor, that wasn't saying much.
Deathpaw snorted, casting the tom a doubtful look. There was no way that NightClan was the best clan out there. What did they have to brag about? No snow-specked trees, no panoramic views, no icy cold rivers teeming with tiny snails and fish that went largely uneaten. They stayed up late, which did sound cool, but wasn't a very good option on the mountain: the night was the coldest time to be awkward and the unforgiving climate was even harsher when you couldn't watch your step.
"I fit in everywhere I go. The curse of the bad boy is to be adored everywhere you step," he huffed, tossing his head back. " ... also, that 'ice queen' is my mom. So. Everyone kind of has to be nice to me."
Yeah, not a topic he wanted to dwell on long, but now that he was speaking he couldn't stop himself.
