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Things were changing far too fast for her liking. The days and weeks past by like a blur; never slowing down, not even for a second. It was enough to drive a cat crazy.
Sentinel Gardenia marched purposefully though the tunnels, her scarred face as cold and expressionless as ever. The only sign of her potential agitation was blonde, feathery tail whipping back and forth behind her as she strode forward. The she-cat wasn't one to get annoyed easily, but she couldn't help the itch of irritation as she recalled the words her half-brother Atticus had said to her, only a few short minutes ago: "Isn't it about time you searched for your own happiness, sis?"
Her own happiness? She felt the fur on her back bristle at the very thought of it. What in the Blind Protector's name was he talking about? She had initially gone to the garden to check in on Atticus after the recent death of his mother Whispyfeather. It had been a difficult loss for the young tom, especially so soon after the loss of Eclipse, Gardenia's biological grandmother who had adopted Atticus as her grandson. Two devastating losses, so close to the hope of Newleaf. It had all happened so fast. She had visited her brother today to make sure he was handling it all alright, after the space of a half-moon to grieve on his own, only for the topic of conversation to be thrown onto her instead. 'Her happiness', what nonsense! She was completely content with her life! She had her siblings, her position, and her honor. She didn't need anyone else! Err...anything else! She meant to think anyTHING else. Mental typo. Because she definitely wasn't thinking of anyone...in particular...
Or the rest of the conversation.
"Isn't it about time you searched for your own happiness, sis? What about Undertow?"
Mercenary Undertow stretched as he settled down in one of the tunnels, taking a moment to get all the kinks out of his back. He'd finished hunting up above and had managed to snag a juicy looking fish.
He glanced down at where he'd set it feeling a spark of pride. He would need to set it aside as some cats complained when he brought home fishy meals, citing they stank more than the other types of prey. Which made him scoff, bending his head to lick the scarred area around his neck. His fellows simply didn't have much taste for good food.
He lifted his head as he heard pawsteps drawing near, and he opened his mouth, a purr leaving his throat almost as soon as he'd sucked in the faintest trace of a familiar scent.
Gardenia.
He straightened up unintentionally, but as she came up to where he stood in the branching tunnel he dipped his head. "It would seem luck is on my side, I was hoping to see you Gardenia." He said.
Oh dear Blind Protector you've got to be kidding me.
Not for the first time, Gardenia found herself thankful for her emotional self-control; managing to hold a neutral expression in spite of the flurry of emotions beneath the surface upon seeing the tom. As he spoke, she felt her heart skip a beat - from surprise, of course - that he had been thinking about her. "Hello Undertow," she meowed evenly, dipping her head in greeting. "You were hoping to see me?" Feeling uneasy in meeting his gaze, the Sentinel found herself glancing down, noticing the fresh fish laying at his feet with interest. It was the little things that reminded her of the Mercenary's Waterclan history; his love of fish, his proficient swimming ability, and how she'd always find him by the streams and river up on the surface. It made him even more interesting and unique in her eyes, a secret side to him hidden beneath the face of a traditional Regime solider.
Undertow nodded, "Indeed, you're always a welcome sight down in these tunnels," He said whiskers twitching. "Also, having someone to share this lovely fish with would be nice. The other cats don't have much taste for it down here," He said letting out a raspy purr.
The dark furred tom wrapped his tail around his paws. "And you always work so very hard, Gardenia. I insist you join me for a brief meal if that's all right with you. Could even go up to the surface to watch the sunset if you'd like," He said a bit surprised by himself, taking a moment to turn away and rasp his tongue over his shoulder to try and ease some of the awkwardness he felt.
