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Wraithfire was a mystery, even in the deeply religious Moonclan. A foreigner, an outsider, with a young daughter that he seemed to shelter from Moonclan's ways. The widower had pale green eyes that occasionally seemed disdainful of clan life, though he was always quick enough in dispelling the look that no one could truly question his loyalty. He was a dutiful warrior, despite his odd accent and stoic personality.
Tonight, he had left Crystalkit to play with the others in order to go hunting. As he left camp, he caught sight of a she-cat up ahead. Perhaps others had noticed, perhaps they hadn't, but he spent more time speaking to adult she-cats than anyone besides his daughter. There was a method to his ways, though he wouldn't let on to anyone what it was. Whatever his reasoning, he sped up, catching up with his fellow follower.
"Good evening," he greeted, flicking back one of his ears, coated in rich chestnut fur like the rest of him. "I don't believe we've met formally. I'm Wraithfire." Even his voice designated him as an outsider, someone who didn't quite belong.
As she slowed her step to a stop, Mottledcypress always looked vaguely annoyed when someone approached her. Perhaps it was her god complex, finding herself always slightly... above ... the rest. Perhaps it was just her way of retaining a lifestyle she wanted - one that was at her own pace and time. It was often masked by her natural charm, but as she got deeper into the reality that her paw would never get better, there were lapses in this coverage. Today was one of them, as the irritation lingered just a moment too long in her eyes.
She looked over to the tom with a flick of her ear. He was trying to be cordial to her, but she couldn't help but to wish she had been left alone. Still, she pulled her lips into an easy smile. "Wraithfire," she repeated, as if commiting the name to memory. "Crystalkit's father, right?" She'd heard that he was a widdower, but she generally paid as little mind to the clan chatter as she could. Some might have called her even disinvested in the lives of those who surrounded her. This wasn't completely fair, but for the most part, it was. It took a certain kind of cat to gain the fleeting attention of the feline, and MoonClan just didn't have many up to her standards. After one of her last encounters with a tom, there was a part of her that resented this, wanted to seek greener pastures, but, like Wraithfire, it was hard to question her loyalty. She did her tasks and did them well, engaged with her clanmates in superficial ways that often made them more interested in her life than her of theirs, and lived the life a follower could be expected to.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wraithfire. I'm Mottledcypress," she murmured after a beat, her smile never leaving her maw.
"The very one," he said, with a hint of a smile. Even if he disliked everything else about clan life, he was proud of his daughter. "It's nice to meet you, Mottledcypress. I was going out for a hunting patrol. If you're going as well, it might be better to work together." He still wasn't quite sure how these cats did it, but back home everything was done together.
If he was being truthful, he missed his home. He missed the easy camaraderie with his family, which he had traded for this group of strangers. They often seemed overly serious and clannish, and too devoted to their Moon God. "Only if you're comfortable with that, of course. I have no issue hunting alone." He gave her a faint smile, pale eyes watching her curiously.
