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Rateye sniffed. And then sniffed again. And again. He wasn't actually crying, but the wet, chilly weather had definitely given him a small cold. Chalk it up to being kept prisoner in a comfortable, warm den and kept in a state of permanent sleep with no access to the outside elements for two moons. Or he just had bad sinuses. Letting out an annoyed huff, he dramatically flung himself onto the grass covered in morning frost, and watched how the vapor of his breath danced in the light of sunrise. Leafbare. Why did bad things always happen to him around Leafbare? He had to be cursed, he was sure of it. (this thread is reserved for characters who haven't had a rp with Ratstar before ^-^)
The morning was peaceful. The meadows shimmered with frost, making them look more like little crystals, and though they left a chill running through her body, she admired it anyway. Dawnflicker had been a little happier since her talk with Sunstar, felt more like herself, whatever herself may be (she still wasn’t too sure, but maybe “feeling more herself” was actually her discovering who that was to begin with). Her morning was spent in leisure, as relaxed as it could be considering how active she usually was. Her morning walk to the meadows had almost been a dance by the bounce in her steps and the soft took she sang under her breath, she had climbed a tree for the first time since escaping Nightclan because she wanted to watch the birds fly off in search of warmth and lasting food. It wasn’t important that she had nearly fallen, or that she almost pulled her claw again while getting down. She was rusty.
Then, as she held a measly bundle of tansy in her jaws that she’d stumbled across in the meadow, absent-mindedly staring up at the clouds, she nearly tripped over Ratstar — Rateye, now, she supposed. Stumbling to a stop, she stared down at the old leader, head tilted slightly until, a little nervously, she took a few paces back and placed the tansy down.
“Hello!” She chirped, “good to see you out and about. You look well,” she gave him a smile, though she wasn’t sure if he saw it from where he was sitting. “I’m just helping collect a few things for Vulturemalice —“ she wasn’t sure where they stood friendship-wise, so she would just have to go back to anonymously leaving herbs whenever she could, “—and Sunpaw. You know, I wonder what it is about the Sun prefix that makes everyone want to be a medicine-cat.” As far as she was aware, there had only been two — herself as Sunpaw before she changed her name, and this Sunpaw, but that’s two too many in such a short span of time. She stopped her rambling, noticed Rateye hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise.
His peaceful, if stuffy, morning nap was interrupted by the shaking of the earth beneath as a cat nearly tripped right over him, stopping just short of accidentally kicking him in the back. For a moment, Rateye wondered who had been so absentminded that they didn't notice a dark brown tabby sitting in light green grass, until the cat spoke up, and the former leader broke out into a smile at recognizing the voice. Sunfreckle. Of course. "It's an odd coincidence t' be sure," he commented good-naturedly, heaving himself up into a sitting position to meet her gaze. "Even my Sunstar had ambitions t' be Graythorn's apprentice when she was a lil' kit, but alas, Birdie got the spot ahead o' 'er." Letting out a wide, loud yawn, he scratched at his ear with his back foot and sniffed. "I'm doin' as well as I can be, I s'pose, after everythin'. Birdie says I'm done with herbs fer now, gotta let the rest heal the 'au naturel' way. Wish he'd let me back in 'is den though...I seem t' have the sniffles." He playfully gave a loud sniff to prove his point, before assessing the young she-cat beside him with more interest. She seemed...different than what he remembered; held herself with far more confidence and poise. "What about you? Word 'round the Deep Lands is you've changed your warrior name. Had an identity crisis, did ya?"
