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(@blankslate the much belated Arcady and Bleakwind thread)
Bleakwind trotted along near the border sniffing around at various plant clusters searching for any herbs he could bring to show Brightpaw and Turbulentpaw to help with their training. AS he walked he occasionally went over the border to the rogue side, particularly when he stumbled upon a nice patch of catmint.
Arcady watched the warrior, noting the Nightclan scent and tilting his head curiously. Normally they seemed to only travel along their borders in numbers greater than one. Seemingly with the purpose of helping deter trouble, and maybe a show of might should they encounter anyone. He was rather naive towards the clans, had no idea they would patrol to defend against the other clans. Simply thought of it in relation towards him. As he shifted his position a sharp crack gave away his presence, the tom cursing under his breath and glaring towards the twig he had snapped.
Bleakwind's head shot up ears pricking towards the source of the twig crack. He blinked when he took in the sight of the tom. He was surprised that someone had tread so close to NightClan territory, and a quick scent of the air told him that this tom was not from any of the other groups, but a loner it seemed. "Hello?" He said straightening up and heading in his direction though he stopped a few tail lengths away. "Are you... looking for something?" He wasn't sure what to ask exactly. The other cat while close to the border wasn't on their territory. So Bleakwind saw no harm in being curious. Which seemed to be what the other cat was as well.
"Looking... no." Arcady spoke, slowly pushing forward, bracing himself for the others stare. It was the first things others did when meeting him, always staring towards the milked over foggy eye, drawn to the deformity. The staring was usually followed by questions, questions towards the scar that marred his eyes, towards what happened. Also silly questions like if it hurt, and could he see out of it. "I was just taking a moment of rest."
Bleakwind noted that his eye seemed sightless and deformed. He considered it a moment, his inner medicibe cat trying to discern if it was an inflicted injury or not, but it seemed to have been scarred over. Not wanting to be rude he shifted to focus on the other cat as a whole. "Oh okay, are you all right? Most cats dont tend to rest nearby. Because our border is normally fiercely defended."
