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It felt like it had been a long time since Hystericplague went by his old name. He had never truly grown used to the -star suffix, so it was rather comforting to have dropped it again, but it almost felt like something was missing now. Whatever it was, he put no thought into. There were other things that he had to focus on now, and he was rather pressed for time as it was. Currently, there was still a warmth in the air, despite being in the mountains of WinterClan. Still, he knew it wouldn't last, and he had to hurry to make his preparations. Leaf-bare in this clan was no place for a hairless cat, after all.
He stood there, outside of his new den. Warlock. He hadn't been entirely surprised that Tuskstar had appointed him the job (Cal was similar in adopting him into FallClan, after all), but he had to get used to his new place. Perhaps the den could use some furs to keep it warm when the cold sets in? He was no hunter, but Hystericplague was sure that there was someone nearby who could get some for him.
(Time to bug Hysteric c: with another annoying young cat)
A young lynx pointed tabby with his head lost in the clouds. Was pondering over the simple fact of what he should do that morning. He hadn't been dragged on any patrols. The thought of hunting didn't spark any interest in him and volunteering for the next border patrol sounded boring. He wandered through the Winterclan camp completely spaced out unaware of where he was going. Next thing Cloudydays knew is he was standing inside the Warlock den. Unaware of how he had ended up there.
The hairless tom had been staring rather intensely at a particularly empty spot in the cave he now lived in, imagining the corner full of furs. It was impossible to fill the entire place, but perhaps he could just create some warmer spots - especially in the furthest reaches of the cave, where the warmth from the hot springs outside wouldn't reach. He turned to glance at the entrance to judge exactly how far away the springs were just as Cloudydays wandered in.
"What? Need something?" Hystericplague asked. It was unfortunate, but since the entrance to his cave was small, he couldn't properly see the hot springs with the cat in the way. He'd have to take care of this quick so he could finish making this place livable in the cold.
The young tom looked around confused. Wondering how he had ended up in the place where he was currently standing. What threw him off was the hairless tom that stood in front of him. His gaze was intense and sent a small shiver up Cloudydays's spine.
"Not in particularly no." Cloudydays mumbled under his breath. Glancing behind the tom seeing the den was practically empty. "Aren't Warlock den's supposed to be fuller then this?" Cloudydays asked making an observation of his surroundings.
If there was one thing that could be said about Hystericplague, it was that he definitely did not have a very friendly way with words. Despite his long time as a leader, eloquence was never a skill that he had bothered to pick up. It was a waste of time to use pretty words, and time was something that he always hated wasting. So, as Cloudydays talked, Hystericplague didn't even bother to hide his annoyance.
"No? Then what are you doing here? Do you make it a habit to go around judging everyone's living spaces?" He let out a long, frustrated sigh, then glanced back at the empty corner. He had no way of knowing how long WinterClan had been without a medicine cat - or warlock, he corrected himself - but the den's emptiness was enough to show that it had been a while. "Unless you're volunteering to help with this problem or need medical attention, why don't you scoot out of the doorway?"
The rudeness in Hystericplague's tone didn't faze Cloudydays. He was used to dealing with grumpy clanmates. Growing up and living in Winterclan meant the tom had grown accustomed to clanmates with frosty personalities.
"Well, I wasn't asked to go on a hunting patrol or border patrol this morning. So, you could say I am looking for some work to do this morning. Do you need any help with this problem?" The tom asked not moving from the spot in where he stood.
Why else would I ask if I didn't need help?, Hystericplague thought, nearly rolling his eyes at the cat that still stood in his doorway. Was this tom just that dense? Of all the cats in the clan to show up, why did it have to be this one? As he had only met a pawful of others so far, the warlock could only hope that the entire clan wasn't like this. At least Tuskstar seemed to have her head on straight.
Letting out an exasperated breath, he replied, "Yes, that would be quite helpful. Some furs would be a grand place to start, if you knew how to hunt?"
Was this strange looking cat really questioning if I, a warrior of Winterclan knew how to hunt. He fought the urge to roll his eyes at this remark. "Of course, I know how to hunt. I wouldn't be a really good warrior if I simply didn't." Surveying the size of the area that would need furs. Cloudydays felt the sheer size of the project starting to sink in. Maybe his spaced-out head in the clouds and simply willingness to help had gotten him way over his head. "I think you might have to settle for rabbit pelts. I'm not sure how warm vulture or hawk feathers would be."