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It was a particularly cool morning, fresh dew clinging to any viable surface including the white pelt of Silentportrait who had made the mistake of staying up late to finish a set of small mud sculptures. The chilly air against the wetness that clung to him sent a shiver down his spine waking him from his sleep, blue eyes opened slowly and he blinked a few times, confused for a moment as to why he wasnt in his nest. He lifted himself into a seated position and yawned, taking note of the slight ache in his limbs before looking around camp to see if anyone else was awake or just now waking up when he spotted Thistlecall. "Good morning." He purred, waving his tail at the other tom with a drowsy smile, his damp coat forgotten.
Post by goldstripe on Sept 7, 2020 21:34:10 GMT -5
Thistlefall himself was not a morning cat. He could hardly be thought of as a cat for any time of day, as there was not any time of day where he wished to be thought of in the first place. If he liked mornings he did not say so, if his evening had been particularly exciting, he did not mention it. Instead the large black tom moved quietly through the camp, intent on laying out some fresh-kill for the elders on a morning where their bones would start to ache and the kits would be craving something warm. His large tapered ears perked when Silentportrait addressed him, his eyes- as pale grey as the sky and very sharp in shape- widening a touch in surprise. Him? Good morning to him? "Uhm... morning," he decided upon, his mew low and hesitant. He did not know this other tom's name, and it pained him a bit, since he didn't want to hurt his feelings if they'd already exchanged words.
Silentportrait smiled lightly when he heard the other toms greeting back to him, he didn't normally talk much to those outside of his usual friend group because they understood him but something about seeing Thistlefall out so early had him inclined to speak. "Are you getting prey?" He glanced from the warrior to the fresh kill pile, he seemed to be following the path to it, but he wasnt completely sure.
Post by goldstripe on Sept 7, 2020 22:28:06 GMT -5
Thistlefall had not been prepared for more conversation after the initial greeting. He blinked, a bit stunned, and tried not to shift his paws or do anything that might accidentally offend Silentportrait. Sometimes social awkwardness could be mistaken for rudeness. "Well, no, I was... Actually, yes? But not to eat," he clarified, sitting down and curling his fluffy tail over his paws. "I wanted to see what was there and how fresh it was. I thought maybe the elders and kits would like something warm this morning. It's cold." Obviously.
