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Piped a voice somewhere off in the distance. The black tom's gaze slid to the corner of his eyes, expression displaying his utter confusion and discomfort at the add on. He wasn't aware there was someone out there listening to him lament about his day.
"Er... right." He murmured, standing and padding deeper into the territory, hoping he'd lose whoever decided to stalk him this far already. Sometimes he wished he could meet someone who didn't look at him and see – well, whatever it is his fans saw. He wasn't even sure what was so great about him. He didn't do anything, and yet there was a group of people out there that ate it up. He shook his head and leaned against a tree.
It was exhausting. He was exhausted. Too bad he could barely sleep a wink.
"You look like you've been up for a few days now," came the voice of an off-white she-cat as she padded up to him. Her mismatched eyes weren't critical; she was just stating a fact. Aspenstar had a tendency to just state facts, no matter how blunt. Maybe her mother had never taught her table manners, or maybe she'd opted to simply ignore them.
"I don't find cats out at this time much," she continued, looking at the sky. It was far enough past sunrise for most NightClan cats to take up residency in their nests. Technically, this meant that she should be one of them, but she always found peace in the quiet of the day. "I take it you couldn't sleep?"
The black tom jumped, heart racing like a spooked rabbit in his chest, then blushed. “I couldn’t.” He confirmed, smiling sheepishly. “I’m not... too used to this life. Sleeping in the day, living in the night.” He glanced back toward where the crazed fan’s voice had emanated before. “Sometimes my mind’s too busy to let me settle down.” He looked at her. “What about you? I was thinking I’d be alone.”
"It takes time to adjust," she agreed with a casual shrug. She'd lived in NightClan her entire life, had been raised in the darkness, so she didn't mind it herself. She did know, though, that all of the transplants tended to have trouble with it, at least at first.
She then blinked at his question. It was a solid one, and one that she didn't really have the right answer to. Sometimes, she just needed to walk, and a midday stroll was the best time to think through the eighteen million things constantly eating away at her. "I haven't quite adjusted to leadership yet," she admitted. "Walking during the day lets me clear my head, and lets me wrestle with my nerves about leading."
It was more of a reflective comment to himself than any acknowledgement towards her. Part of him questioned whether he needed to bow or something else respectful. As it was, though, they were already speaking pretty familiarly. He didn't want to be the one to remind her of her fresh title if she came for peace of mind.
"I see. It must've been a little jarring, then."
The tom stood straight. "Hopefully..." He trailed off, glancing back. Hopefully my being here doesn't give you any more reason to feel unsettled.
He turned back and smiled. "I'll leave you to your thoughts, then."
Her ear flicked in surprise that he hadn't known that off the bat. Still, she chuckled slightly, almost awkwardly. "That would be me," she meowed with a smile. "Or, at least, that's what they call me these days. Between you and me, Aspendust still fits better than Aspenstar." She shrugged lightly as if she hadn't just admitted that she didn't feel at home in her name as leader, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say. Aspenstar had never had much of a filter.
"Jarring puts it lightly," she meowed with with a snort. "I didn't even know Phantomstar knew my name." It was only half-true. Everyone knew her name; she had been top of her class. With that status, there was a bit of notoriety that came along with it. But, he didn't know her personally, or anything.
"Hey, wait up. I've got plenty of time to think. I could use some company." There was a long pause, before she realized something like a smack in the face. All that talk about what she was called... "Oh! I didn't catch your name?"
