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Sagecloud sighed to himself as he splayed out beside the river, taking care not to let the water reach him. It had been a long day of doing absolutely nothing, so of course the tom was tired. He most likely wouldn't have any issues catching up on some of his well-deserved beauty sleep here - if no one came to bother him, anyway.
Of course, the chance that no one would bother him in such a popular part of the territory seemed to be absurd. This was especially true, being that the end of any semblance of warmth was coming soon. This meant that felines that wanted their chance near the water had limited time to get water time, at least if they weren't masochistic. Once the chill finally set in, even the most dedicated of BrookClan felines tended to stay away.
Serena was not one of these cats. She would frequent the river throughout the cold months, simply because the feline's specialty was in fishing. Even when the ice settled over the water, she was out there, poking hokes and trying to catch slumbering fish. She was at the river as many days as possible. It was her space. And, unfortunately for him, her favorite spot was right about where he was laying.
"There isn't a better place for a nap?" she asked as she padded up, a brow raised at the tom. "This seems like an awfully funny one to me."
Sagecloud gave a muffled sigh as he heard as he heard Serena approaching, and sighed even deeper when he heard her speak. It was beginning to look like he wouldn't be getting much sleep after all - although it would probably be fine, as long as the she-cat didn't make him do any actual work.
"No," he finally answered, moving his head ever so slightly to properly look Serena in the eyes. "No, there isn't a better place for a nap. After all, where else could I fall asleep, unwittingly move two inches to the left and suddenly find myself enveloped in the freezing waters of the BrookClan river?" He shifted slightly, feeling his legs beginning to go numb after lying in his strange position for just a few seconds too long. "...I was here first, I'm not moving. What are the kids calling it nowadays? Dibs?"
She had no real intention of making him work. After all, she had no control over him. If he wanted to be a lazy bum, that was his choice. She couldn't force him to do anything, although it mildly frustrated her that felines had such a free ride. Eh, she'd get over it, though. At least she did her role.
"I think you hit it right on the nose with the river comment, sweets," she meowed, offering him a wink of her eye. "Maybe sleeping by the river is not a sound idea. Wouldn't want the tide to rise and you to drown, would you?" There was a tease, almost a flirtatious one, before she shrugged again. "But hey, you do you, sugar. Don't expect me to work around you, though." She offered him another wink, before settling just far enough away from him that they could still be considered sitting together, except for the fact she was close enough to dip her paws in the water.
Sagecloud's mouth slowly pursed as it dawned on him that Serena fully intended to hunt wherever she damn well pleased, which he supposed was a trait in her that he respected. "I'm not entirely unwelcome to the idea of drowning," he muttered - more quiet than the rest of their conversation had been, but most likely still loud enough for Serena to hear. "Don't you dare splash me, though. Drowning? Fine. Getting wet? Absolutely unacceptable."
"Not entirely unwelcome to the idea of drowning? That's a new one, shortstack. You sure we shouldn't take you to the medicine den? Isn't Springlockedgrave supposed to be real good at putting mental bandaids on?" It was hard for Serena to think the Vrachii would be good at anything with how she acted, but she didn't trust the Primal Instinct cat either. Sagecloud was probably out of luck, especially if he needed some sort of real assistance. "Or, hey, if you're not feeling the whole moving thing, we can complain about our lives together. Hell, I might even catch us a fish to share."
There was an air of mischeviousness in her eyes when he told her not to splash her. Did he not understand that was basically an invitation? The dark tabby fought the urge to immediately splash him. "And, wait. You're telling me that getting wet is going to be your thing? You're fine with suffocating to death, but you're too much of a princess to get a bit of water on you?" She offered him a friendly wink, before turning her attention to a potential fish.
Sagecloud snickered, at Serena's comments about Springlockedgrave; though it was true he'd probably go limp and decide to die if a badger did happen to come and snatch him up in its jaws, he wasn't exactly going to go out of his way to look for a way to die - not yet, anyway. His eyebrows rose when Serena suggested complaining together. Now that he thought about it, he was pressure at least seventy percent of his daily inner monologue was just him complaining. Perhaps his Clanmates knew him better than he thought.
"Well, if I happen to drown, I won't be annoyed for much longer, will I?" he answered mildly, flicking his tail back and forth. "But if I get water on me and don't die, then that's, like, a whole...thing. I'll be annoyed for the rest of the day and I'll probably catch a cold, which in of itself might be even worse than death. It's simple, really."
"Not entirely sure it works that way, but suit yourself," she meowed. "I always thought that the ladies were supposed to be the ones that over-exaggerate everything, though." She said this with a soft chuckle, the kind of chuckle that was sort of effortless and unique. It wasn't really a pleasant laugh for most cats, as it was loud and borderline obnoxious, but she didn't laugh all that much. Serena was always smiling, yes, but never laughing.
"Mind teaching me how you managed to come up with that whole line so fast? I feel like I could use a monologue like that to get out of my next patrol." Her nose crinkled in amusement, before her paw jolted in the water. Soon, a fish was sitting in between them. She offered him the first bite with a nod.
Sagecloud snickered again, finally turning his head to look properly at her. "Lines? Don't paint me like some kind of con artist, Serena. All you gotta do is be honest - although I don't know if it works quite the same way if you're trying to get out of a patrol." He reluctantly moved his body around so that he could take a proper bite of the fish. He usually didn't like eating around other cats (growing up with four other siblings who were all much larger than him had instilled in him a sense of hostility around anyone who even came close to touching his food) but Serena didn't really seem the type to snatch the fish away and laugh at him for it. (Or rather, she did kind of seem like that, but for whatever reason Sagecloud wouldn't mind it if she did it.)
"But you know," he mumbled through a mouthful of prey, "actually, my secret is just that I love to complain. About everything." He swallowed with a large gulp and dipped his head in a sign of brief appreciation for letting him take the first bite.
( i've given up on the formatting its just too darn ugly lmao )
"What a shame. I'm really getting tired of toting the kadets around the territory. If Kerrigan asks me to one more time, I think I might just break out into tears." It was unclear if this was a joke, or a complaint, or exactly what it was. "I will keep honesty in mind the next time I need to try to get out of it, though."
She shifted slightly so her focus was again on him and the fish between them, instead of the water. "Honestly, I don't blame ya, short stack." She looked pensive for a moment. "My ma told me once that life sucks and then you die. I've been living by those words ever sense." There was something that made it seem like that wasn't quite true. Serena didn't appear to be the kind that lived her life that way. It wasn't that she seemed overly progressive and hardworking, she just didn't seem like the type that would waste away the years by just assuming everything sucked and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
"Also, I hate to be that guy, I really do, but did any one tell you that talking with your mouth full makes you look like you were raised in the jungle? I was kind of digging our vibe, but half-chewed fish, yeesh. Kinda ruins the atmosphere." It was said just as much teasingly as anything else, before she took a bite of the creature.
Sagecloud gave Serena a mischievous look before taking a giant swallow, probably bigger than he should have given the fact that he very nearly could have choked. Just as he'd baited Serena with the comment about splashing, Serena had baited him with her comment about chewing - unless he was just a jerk, but he knew that already. "What's wrong with a little bit of open-mouth chewing?" he asked, taking another giant bite of fish before proceeding to chew with his mouth gaping open each time, beginning to resemble a snake unhinging its jaw to swallow its prey. "In some cultures, open-mouthed chewing and other miscellaneous mouth sounds are a sign that someone's enjoying a meal. I don't know exactly where though, probably SpringClan or something. Those mountain Clans are freaks."
He finally swallowed, hoping he hadn't sprayed Serena in the face or something. "And besides...I wasn't aware that we had an atmosphere to ruin in the first place. What atmosphere would that have been, huh?"
sorry i really just needed to have a documentation of what she looks like even tho im pretty confident i said she was black at first LOL
"I am almost completely sure that you made that up, sweetpea," she commented with a flick of her tail. "Like, not exactly one-hundred on it, but like a solid ninety-six." Her amber eyes were amused at the sentiment. In fact, she was amused about a lot of this tom that she had made an acquaintance with almost completely by accident. He was a strange critter, one that there was a part of her that wanted to get to know more. Of course, this was probably crazy talk. After all, look at him. He was a mess, but an intriguing one to put it bluntly.
"Either way, I do have to say, though, you keep that up and my paw may or may not be contractually obligated to spray some cold water on you." She offered him a wink, before taking another bite. Unlike him, she was quiet in her eating mannerisms. She had not been raised in a barn.
"There's always a certain atmosphere when a pretty she-kitty brings you food for exactly nothing in return. Hell, I don't even get a good conversation out of sharing this fish." This was a light tease, one said in her airy voice. "I bet you don't get very many atmospheres, do ya, Sage-y?"
Sagecloud blinked, somewhat thrown off by Serena's question. "No...No, I don't," he admitted, looking away to the side slightly. "Doesn't bother me, though. Not all of us can be winners like you, you know." It slipped out without him realising, and he wasn't entirely sure why he'd said it. Perhaps he'd just been defensive about his own loneliness for too long, that now when someone questioned it, he didn't even think to consider that they could be right.
Her use of the nickname Sage-yalso didn't escape his notice; come to think of it, a lot of his Clanmates didn't even call him by his own name, did they? It was usually something more like 'idiot', or 'loser' or 'who are you again?'. He supposed they were nicknames too, in a sense, but no one but his own mother had ever called him by a nickname that could be perceived as affectionate. "...Sage-y, huh? It's not fair if I don't get to call you by a nickname too, you know."
"You're absolutely correct. For there to be winners like me, there's got to be losers like... well, you get the point." She winked again, proving that apparently the only facial expression she could make was a wink. There was soemthing that shifted in her eyes, though. Was it empathy for the tom? Serena liked to pretend that she felt nothing for no one, but sometimes, she found that the double negative was almost more true than she intended it.
"Sage-y, who said you didn't get to? Nothing's stopping you. Make it something cool, though. I like White Lighting, or Your Majesty, but you know, I"m not that picky." This was accompanied by a purr and a wide smile, the kind that showed each individual one of Serena's teeth. "Call me anything, as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
"...Huh," Sagecloud muttered, pausing briefly from eating to look up and down the she-cat's body. "I don't know about it being cool though, historically I've been very bad at coming up with nicknames." That wasn't exactly a lie - he'd been bad, after all, because he hadn't had any proper friends who would let him call them by a nickname. He chewed on his lip, suddenly brightening up as if he'd had some ort of life-shattering epiphany. "Oh, I've got it! You'll love it."
She saw him check her out, and there was the briefest of moments were Serena wanted to call him out for it. Generally, she probably would have, but instead, she just met his gaze with a smirk that slid across her face. "My eyes are over here, Sagey," she purred, amusement in her tone, before tilting her head to the side. Somehow, she probably bet that under normal circumstances, she would not, in fact, love whatever nickname he was about to present her. However, Sagecloud was a challenge, which made him insurmountably more interesting that most other squares of this group. That, alone, made her wonder if she might let whatever probably stupid thing would next come out of his mouth. Hey, her expectations weren't set high, but she was amused even at the process.
"Nope," Sagecloud replied, "because I've just thought of one. Vanilla Ice. Because you're cold, but somehow sweet at the same time. And because some parts of you are white." For some reason, he looked embarrassingly proud.
She raised a single brow. There was a part of her that was truly concerned for this tom, and concerned for the look of pride he gave her. She wouldn't say that, though. After all, it was kind of endearing. He was even cuter when he looked like he had just unlocked the secret to life by coming up with the name "Vanilla Ice."
Her smirk quickly morphed into a smile, amusement never leaving in her eyes. "You know what, you're kind of a mess, Sagey-poo. That whole explanation? Kind of a mess. But you know what, I'll take it. Sagey-poo and Vanilla Ice, what a wonderful duo. Doesn't really flow well, though. Maybe I'll have to change your nickname to match."
"Since when did it turn into Sagey-poo...?" Sagecloud muttered darkly, though he didn't really mind. At least Serena was calling him by a name, even if it did get progressively sillier and sillier. "Whatever you say goes, Vanilla Icicle."
"Since about two seconds ago. Come on, you're smart enough to have been able to figure that out on your own," she purred, flicking his shoulder with her tail. It was their first touch, and it was short and to the point, but it felt odd to touch a tom in any way that wasn't aggressive. She had a habit of picking fights with dudes simply because she could, so the fact that she touched him without tackling him was pretty impressive. "Vanilla Icicle, now you're putting too much pressure on me to come up with an even better nickname for you, Sagey dearest. I don't know that I can craft something as particularly special as Vanilla Icicle."
