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Out of all places for the vixen to settle down, it was hard to imagine that this would be the place. She probably would have opted to pay only a night's visit, if he hadn't been the first cat to interact with her. Shae had had full intentions of going in, requesting her favor from her beloved niece, and leaving. Fate had intervened, though, as it often did, to a degree that surprised even her. After all, she'd never expected anyone but Genesis, the only other cat the she-cat had ever loved, to have truly delighted her. Had she not in the right place at the right time, the two would have never connected. Luckily for her, the universe must have decided she had been bored for too long.
Shae blinked her pale blue eyes as she watched the camp mill about. Out of all of her homes, this one seemed to have the least amount of bloodlust, although maybe that was a lie seemingly as Absum Lux had been actually swallowed whole by Primal Instinct and spat back out. That wasn't her fault, she wanted to record to show, she'd disappeared from her Heda position far before the fall. It was... quiet here, though. She'd yet to see excitement outside of the look on Avette's face when she joined and the meeting of her other half. Of course, he was entertainment enough, but she felt that she needed to spread her wings a little bit, meet someone new.
She let out a sigh, before she rose to her paws and sauntered over to the nearest unsuspecting cat.
The apprentice was lost in his thoughts, thinking back to his time in DayClan, before someone's voice broke him out of his daze. Snowpaw turned his gaze to face the stranger to meet blue eyes much like his own, but didn't quite recognize the cat they were attached to. She was a new face to him and from the looks of her, she was on the older side. Although she was new to him, he chose to be polite rather than rude. If he learned anything from Silverstreak, being hostile would get him nowhere.
"I beg your pardon. Could you repeat that?" he asked.
"I knew that I was more intelligent than your average clan cat, but did you have to make that so painfully clear?" Shae's superiority complex was clear; she'd always been a Revolutionary girl, and if it wasn't for her beloved's residency here, she definitely would have never done it. However, she said it sweetly enough that perhaps it would have gone above his head.
"I said," she sang, " 'Hey there, sugar snap. Penny for your thoughts?' Or, I suppose I could water it down a bit; whatchya thinkin' about sweetpea?"
Did she just insult me? The young tom's ear twitched and his fur pricked with annoyance but chose not to give in to that emotion and remain cordial, but firm, with her. Turning his body to fully face her, he scowled. Yes he was young, but he wasn't as naive as she may think he is.
"There's no need for you to say it like that. Just repeating what you originally said would have been just fine," he said plainly. "But since you asked, I'm thinking about things." He raised an eyebrow. They didn't know one another so he wasnt obligated to share the details by any means. For all he knew, she could have been a spy. "Why would something like that even concern you anyway?"
"Can't a girl just want to get closer in touch with her clanmates?" she asked innocently, shifting her paws back and forth with a frown. "Are you all so... inhospitable? Has Avette already worn off on you?" Her frown deepened. No, this wouldn't do, if the others were so suspicious of her already. "Can't I just want to know because I want to be your friend, lambchops?" That was a laughable comment; anyone who knew the burn victim of a tabby knew that she explicitly didn't have friends, mostly because she was chronically incapable of having any sort of positive feeling towards almost any cat. There were cats that interested her, delighted her, but she wouldn't call them friends. Even Alastor, the tom she had been wedded to, was probably just as temporary as circumstances would allow. "What kind of things, love bug? Fun things? Boring things? Come on, give me somethin' to work with, kid."
The tom shook his head no in response, not buying into her feigned interest. He didn't know her all too well - she was a stranger. There were only a few cats he would actually talk to (maybe) about his adventures outside of MoonClan territory and she was not one of them. Her words of endearment were making him slightly uncomfortable though. "It has nothing to do with you, if that gives you a hint. So, again, why do you ask?" he asked more skeptically now.
