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The air was chilled. A fog seemed to have settled over the camp. The dark hues tom had given a small sigh. The night air was comforting and would hopefully help lull him back into a tired state. Shadedoak seemed to be having trouble falling asleep, so had taken to leaving the warriors den in hopes that something would trigger a tiredness to wash over him. His eyes swept the camp, and finally something caught his eye.
Honeywraith bounced out into the chilly air, coming back into camp after a small walk around the perimeters to wake herself, breath puffing out in swirling clouds against her black pelt. Stopping she arched her back down, front legs reaching out as her claws raked at the dirt as her paws momentarily kneaded the ground. Ah yes, winter. What a bother. It took her that much longer to perk up in the mornings, and she noticed the same was commonly found in her clanmates. Honeywraith caught the gaze of Shadedoak as she settled near the exit.
Shadedoak’s gaze has landed upon the female. His ears gave a small twitch upon observation of her. Finally he would push himself to his paws and make his way towards Honeywraith. Might as well be a little social, eh? He thought to himself. Upon reaching a respectable distance, the tom dipped his head. ”You’re up rather late.” It was really meant to be a conversation starter, than anything.
A bright smile displayed across her maw as she beamed her bright optics directly into his, unflinching. "Well, when it's cold like this, sleeping isn't much fun. Get all stiff by the time you wake up. I mean, why even bother?" Honeywraith presented herself as an excitable cat, but anyone with a working set of eyes could see she was trouble. Something about that glint in her eyes... it said something like "This cat might be crazy." Not entirely wrong either. "Isn't that why you're awake still? Cats don't seem to sleep well in the cold."
As the feline met his gaze, he found himself perplexed. Why? Was it perhaps the fact that she was unflinching and seemingly unafraid? Looking into one’s eyes were like looking into the soul. Perhaps she might even be crazy. Is crazy really so bad? The words rang in his head, almost like a repeated bell. ”The cold does make one a bit restless.” Once he spoke a small smile began to pull along the curves of his lips.
Most of the time, Honeywraith was as harmless as could be. A ready-to-work sort of warrior too. However odd, she was valuable to have. She needed some... polishing, if even possible. At least another small merit of hers was that she was by no means dull to have around. "Mhm~! And everyone likes to complain about it too, the cold. So not only is there restless cats, but restless and cranky cats." Her shoulders bounced a little, a response to the cold as if it made her any warmer.
”I think the easiest way to keep from complaining is to do something about it. Don’t you, Honeywraith?” his head tilted a little at the last few words. He was basically suggesting that the two take a walk, get the muscles nice and warm. Then there would be no room for complaints. At least, that’s the way his mind was working in that moment.
