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Rowanstrike hadn't been born into clan life, but merely stumbled upon it. He and his brother had been rescued by Chestnutpaw when she was the Pupil of the clan. Then she'd disappeared in the blizzard that took their last home along with a few other cats, including his brother. He remained though, hoping one day they'd find their way back to him if he stayed in one place. So here he sat, watching from the sidelines as clan life went on. Life bustled around him, kits scampered after moss balls, and warriors lounged around, some gossiped, some took dips in the camp's hot springs, and a few students took to the clearing to practice. He wasn't sure where he fit in now though. His brother, the more social of the two of them, was gone missing and his link in Chestnutpaw was also gone since she wasn't here either. So here he sat, just watching and unsure what to do with himself.
A sweet scent wreathed around Rowanstrike as a silver and white she-cat with the bluest eyes sat beside him, following his gaze out toward the bustle and chaos of the camp. Skybreeze also struggled with fitting in. She was still in blood ties with Winterclan but apart of her still hadn't quite fit in to the frosty clan. Everyone seemed so cold shouldered while she was the exact polar opposite of that. She let out a sigh as if to catch his attention to strike up a conversation, her breath clouding around her muzzle. "Amazing that everyone can walk right passed you and not even notice you..." She spoke half to herself. "Oh" she scoffed as if finally noticing he was there, feeling warm with embarrassment. "Where are my manners? Name's Skybreeze. I don't believe we have met before. I'm kind of new. Well...sort of. My father is Winterclan and I only just decided to join him here."
Rowanstrike nodded his head in greeting, his face not changing much form the constant disapproving look it always had. "Rowanstrike. I know of you, but no, we have not interacted before now. You are one of the WinterClan cats that returned home. I suppose a welcome is expected?" Honestly he wasn't sure how one was supposed to react to a cat returning to a home they hadn't been born into. At least, if the rumors he'd heard were true, she hadn't been born here. The only good thing about people not really interacting with him much, due to his resting disapproval face and lack of social skills, was he learned much about people that way from the gossip.
"Returned? Oh, no, I never lived in Winterclan before now." She confessed, scuffing her paw on the frozen ground. "So I suppose I won't expect a welcome from you." She purred, raising a brow at him. "But, it's a pleasure to have finally met you, Rowanstrike." She followed his gaze back out again, getting more comfortable and allowing her shoulders to slump. "So! I'm a little intrigued. You've got this whole..." She twirled her paw in the air as she tried to think up the right words. "Mysterious tom vibe going on. I can only assume your this mysterious cat with some tragic backstory that causes you to sulk around all the time and act all anti-social. Did I nail it?'
(I'm sorry I'm just having a hard time with this thread. Rowanstrike is not a social cat like his social skills suck and are basically non existent and I'm like "what do I do with you?!?!?!?!") Spot
Rowanstrike just watched the she-cat, taking in her words and just...watching. He wasn't exactly sociable, that had always bene more his brother's forte, but now he had to do something. Something other than just star. So he nodded his head, but did not speak up. Not really sure what else to say. He hadn't told anyone his backstory as she called it, and didn't really plan on it. That was a level of trust he didn't have for anyone left in this clan, at least not since Chestnutpaw and Birchtalon had disappeared in the blizzard.
(lol it's alright! Maybe Skybreeze and Rowanstrike can become unlikely friends! She would like him whether he talked or not!)
"Alright, not the talkative type but at least your nodding." She chuckled, giving him a light flick on his shoulder with her tail-tip. "So I guess I will have to stick to yes or no questions, hm? Well...let's see..." She rubbed her chin with her paw as she thought of a question. "Do you like flowers?" It was an odd question but she came from a clan with a lot of flowers. It didn't seem like there were many flowers in this winter wonderland. She really started to miss them.
Spot lol she'll do all the talking for him and he'll just nod his head
Rowanstrike was...confused? Flowers? He'd never really thought about that before. His life before WinterClan was focused on surviving each day, facing the next one, and keeping him and his brother safe with his intelligence. Never worrying about something like flowers. "I guess?" Sure he'd seen them before but didn't know any of their names and hadn't ever paid attention to the dainty little things. The look he gave the she-cat just said he thought she was crazy for caring about little things like flowers.
"We had a lot of flowers in Summerclan. Almost as much as Springclan! You don't see a lot of flowers here." She frowned. "They're so pretty and smell so sweet! That's one thing I miss about Summerclan. My favorite are any blue or purple wild flowers. I don't know why. Maybe it's because those two colors are so beautiful on flowers." She purred, staring off as she remembered the blue and purple flowers she used to find on Summerclan territory. "Do you have a favorite flower?"
Rowanstrike shook his head no, still confused as to why she cared about something like flowers. Really, should she be more worried about where their next meal was coming from? His eyes drifted around camp once more, taking in the sights. Maybe cats really had less to worry about in a clan than he'd thought. When he'd been apart of that rogue group he'd been born into, it was all for oneself. You looked out for you and only you, or you ended up dead. He'd watched that happen a lot, but now, now he wondered if that was such a good way to live. He'd never thought about it. "I...I never paid attention to flowers."
"Maybe one day I'll find you a flower and you can have it." She smiled. "It's the simple things in life that we often take for granted. Like...how sweet a flower can smell or how pretty it is. Or even the cats we've grown to care about. Tomorrow isn't promised so learn to appreciate the small things and you will live a life of fulfilment." She burst out into a giggle. "Listen to me. I already sound like an elder way beyond my years! Do I have any gray hairs yet?" She ran her paw through her fur, checking for gray strands.
He thought she was serious and so the tom leaned over, looking over her fur and pausing for a moment. "None, I can see. Though you may have another do a more thorough check." The tom, large, fluffy, and intimidating looking by nature, wasn't the most social and clearly didn't realize she'd been sarcastic with her question. Though, he was interested in finding out about flowers, they seemed like a start of something to do at least. Maybe they could turn it into a patrol, just to be productive of course. "Should...." maybe this was a dumb idea and she wouldn't think it was okay. But she was the one who mentioned finding a flower, he was just speeding up the time table for it. Rowanstrike squared up his shoulders and stared her down, "should we go look for them now? We can patrol as well since we'll be out."
