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His ears twitched back at the sound of movement behind him, and he swept his golden tail back and forth, his shoulders straightening. "Hello," he greeted calmly, turning to look at the cat passing behind him. "Do you need something?"
They were in the middle of the long wheat fields, so it was likely whatever cat had come up behind him was merely on a hunt - but coincidence or not, the golden emissary wanted them to know he had taken notice. He was no mere moral cat, he was an emissary convening with the dead, and he would not let others forget he was special in a way they were not.
Lioningpaw sighed deeply, then summoned a smile for her. "It's alright, Windchaser; I always have time for you. Did you want something?" he prompted again. He remembered how kind she had been when he was first promoted to emissary, and he had always wanted to pay her back for that. Maybe this was finally his chance to ask the stars about her.
She shook her head, "oh, no. I was just going for a stroll. Guess I was so lost in thought that I hadn't noticed you." She smiled when he had told her that he always had time for her. At this point in time, it was nice to have a friend.
"Understandable. I was too - convening with the stars, of course, not alone in my thoughts." He spoke lightly and with a mysterious smile. In truth he hadn't been doing much at all, but there was no reason for her to know that. The mystique of his position was something he preferred to play up.
"Occasionally, when there's something important." His voice lowered mischievously. "Truth be told, they're rather dull old folk. Be glad you are not tasked with speaking to them." Perhaps there was a reason StarClan tended not to talk with him.
"It is. Why, I can't even escape it when I sleep! They're always in my dreams, beggin' and pleadin' and shoutin' prophecies..." Lioningpaw sighed melodramatically. "And now they've just started sending me the same dream, over and over." A butterfly resting on the tip of his nose, fluttering its wings and staring down at him... when he reached up to bat it away, it just grew larger, and pushed off and flew around him... he leaped onto its back, and they flew off into the sunset together... There was no chance that dream was from StarClan, but the emissary was pretty sure it had to mean something anyway.
"When I have time, but StarClan usually has a higher calling for me," he hummed dismissively. As soon as Lioningpaw found a way to avoid his duties he'd almost stopped doing them entirely.
