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That was odd - she had always thought that the medicine cat would be flooded with chattering warriors. "Doesn't it get lonely though?" Bearspirit asked, giving him a side eye, as they walked. Because they were so close to the camp, it felt as though she had a finite amount of time to chat, really talk, to Cinnamonpaw, as though something would change when they got back. "I'm sure Mistyveil is a good conversationalist, but..." Her voice faltered as she tried to figure out what she wanted to say. "Then again, you seem like the pensive type - one who does things by himself."
She was quiet again for a moment, before glancing at him again. "You were...uh...doing something when I came in - it looked like you were rubbing berry juice on a stone. What was that all about?"
“Mhm, sometimes, yes.” He purred, the smell of WinterClan cats growing stronger, “I don’t mind alone time, quite enjoy it, actually. I’m just not a complete loner, you know.” Voice muffled around the mint leaves between his teeth, he stepped carefully, staring wearily at the ground with every step he took. The snowmelt has turned up plenty of twigs and sharp stones, which meant a lot of cats coming to the medicine-cat’s den to patch up their little scratches. “Careful.”
He stayed quiet for a while longer, and by the time he responded they were already at camp. “Oh, I like painting on the stones. I have to pick the light coloured ones, though, because berry juice is very dilute and watery. I usually like to paint on tree bark, but there isn’t much of that. Just a fun little thing I like to do in my spare time.”
Just as he warned her, Bearspirit almost took a tumble of her own, catching herself just at the last moment. She cleared her throat and brushed the random act of clumsiness with a flick of her tail. "Painting?" Perhaps she was a bit uncultured, but she hadn't heard of anyone painting before. It looked pretty though, whatever he wanted to call it. "Does it calm you down?" She tilted her head to the side, as she tried to imagine hunching over and dabbing your paw across a stone like that. Though Bearspirit quickly shook her head, giving up as she just couldn't wrap her head around that idea.
"Do you display your art often? Or is it just for yourself?" As they walked into camp, she dipped her head in greeting to those who passed the two of them, purring and mumbling around the leaves in a greeting. Truth be told, she just couldn't understand art, let alone keeping it to yourself. She had never heard of anyone talking about Cinnamonpaw's "art" and, if she was being honest, Bearspirit prided herself in keeping her ear to the ground in case of any rumors sparking.
Padding into WinterClan’s camp silently, he was thoughtful for a moment. “Hm, yes, I suppose it does. I find it fun.” He purred through the mint leaves in his mouth, sort of speed-walking towards the medicine-cat’s den. Finally dropping the leaves, he savoured the slight resonating taste on his lips before picking them up delicately and placing them where they go. “I don’t like parading my work around, really. I do it mostly for me, but I do spread them around the den. Like at the entrance or near the herb stores or stuff like that.”
Bearspirit made a noise in the back of her throat as she regarded Cinnamonpaw with a thoughtful look. “I never would have guess that you would have time to do ‘art.’” The word still felt odd on her tongue and she made a face. “I can only imagine just how much work you and Mistyveil have with the heat wave.” For a moment, she watched him, before she began to copy his moves, placing the herbs gently, as though she was handling something precious.
“Me too, but I find my time. Of course, right now it’s rarer that I have time, Mistyviel fell a bit sick so I’ve been doing more than usual.” He let out a blissful sigh. “I don’t mind though.” Purring, he squeezed passed her and back outside the den. The air was musty and strange, barely a chill to be found. He worried gravely about the weather, casting an anxious glance at the bright sun. “Anyway, heading on to the SpringClan border!” He declared, as if it were some marvellous adventure.
“I have to admit, I’m kind of envious of your optimism. How are you able to be so cheery? Especially when all of this is happening.” Bearspirit gestured around her, as if to encompass everything. “Is it StarClan?” She couldn’t help but bring up their previous conversation again; she didn’t want to bother him, but something was still nagging at her mind. She followed after him, making sure to keep her strides a bit shorter so they could walk together.
