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(this takes place a few days after he revives so i guess he’s been in a coma a long time if you don’t know deal is currently cursed w paranoia and thinks everyone hates him/is incapable of loving him so he’s having a bad day)
He couldn’t stand to be in camp. Every accusing glance burned into his pelt, every whisper a hiss in his ear; it had been so long since he had been here, yet his clanmates still help their grudge. Once he had thought himself one of them, but that was long ago, and he doubted the memory now. Maybe there was a reason Halo had turned against them all those moons ago. Unable to face his own confused thoughts, the tom had fled the camp, and now hung loosely from the branch of one of the clan’s few trees with the white tip of his tail swaying in the breeze. His chin rested in his forepaws as Deal stared in silence over the golden hills, contemplative, wondering how he could have been so blind for so long.
The golden grass scarfing around her, glittering gilded in the shimmering light of the sun, under the blue expanse of sky that seemed capable - ready, in fact - to swallow the world whole. But it was restrained by some force greater than even it, cursed to just gape down at the Earth, an endless azure mouth with long arrow fangs of pearly clouds for jaws. Between the interweaving of aureate blades cradling her and the glow of the sun hovering above, however, there was a sense of protection. Part of her that felt she was mocking heaven itself. It her god complex showing, self-aggrandizing nonsense, but for a moment she relished in it - until of course, the unfiltered heat of the sun became a touch too much for the feline, and she looked for shelter from the very rays she'd bathed in before.
It was within moments of catching sight of the nearby tree that Pastelsea had padded over and situated herself underneath its shadow. Her last expectation was that there was a cat hanging from the branches above her head. She was too busy in her own little world, not even thinking much of anything except, perhaps, that she was glad that she was finally out of the heat.
Once, he had known every cat here by name. His clanmates had been his pride and his closest companions, and he had walked among them all, laughing and arguing and enjoying the finer points of life. Some of them he had gotten... a bit closer to than he had intended, but even those that were just his friends had enjoyed his company. Or seemed to. It troubled him to think they had all been acting, but then, what had he ever done to earn their loyalty? A few laughs, a bit of meaningless flirting, that was supposed to win their support? Oh, what a fool he had been. Once, he would have known the name of this cat who walked beneath him now, but not he was not sure it even mattered. It wouldn't change how she felt about him to know her name.
"Can't even leave me in peace, can you?" he sighed, looking down at Pastelsea. Well, maybe he did not deserve it. Ever since he'd come back to this clan he'd been unconscious, a waste of prey, and he had done nothing to earn another moment to himself. In truth, he didn't want to be alone either, but he wasn't sure he could bear any more hateful words right now.
Her head jerked upward, startled to hear, and then to see, the figure of another cat hanging above her. She scrambled back, half tumbling as her feet seemed to fail her in shock and confusion. She could hear the sound of her heart like a drum beating through every inch of her body, and for a moment of adrenaline with all other senses distorted she took a sort of uncomfortable comfort in the sound of the very essence of her life still going on like clock-work. As the delirium of the scare wore and shock dissolved slightly, her mind was able to connect the scent of Dayclan back to the tom, even if it was distinctly polluted. It then took her a few more second to find her voice.
"I apologize, I didn't even realize I was invading your- uh -...." The words got caught in her throat, leaving her to give an awkward cough just to clear her vocal chords from the tongue-tied mess her mouth had fumbled getting out. Not wanting to give a sequel to the embarrassing display, she shut her mouth for a moment and sat silently in pathetic dismay at her own inability to act like a normal cat-being and speak comprehensible words.
After a couple seconds more of shameful silence, she cured her nerves a bit and managed to once again find it in herself to speak. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you up there." She said sheepishly, fully aware she was stating the obvious as she took to averting her gaze in complete embarrassment.
His dark green gaze studied her from the branches. She seemed honest enough: had she really not noticed him up here when she chose to sit in this shadow? He thought that was strange, but the clan was lacking in trees, so her options had been sparse enough.
He leaped back to the ground, landing solidly on white paws and turning to face her again. With his head held high, he looked a little taller than average, but perhaps that was just because he was a bit thinner than he usually was beneath that sleek black-and-white coat. Dark forest green eyes shadowed with skilled suspicion met his thrice-scarred cheek to give him a sharper, wiser look, that and his deft movements; but it was because he was on edge that he moved so purposefully, ready to dodge a blow at any moment, and his eyes darted swiftly from side to side in search of any unpleasant surprises.
"It's alright," he meowed finally, his ears twitching back. "I didn't mean to startle you, either."
Ironically, there could have been no other creature in the world that looked so antithetical to the tom. Pastelsea looked as soft as royal velveteen blankets, like cloud fluff and chick down had been weave together around a frame that was plump and gently round, not with weight but with the glow of youth. Every feature of her body was made up of gentle curves, from the tip of her muzzle to the end of her tail. She was an adult, no doubt warrior aged, but her features were still imbued with that cherubic, child-like innocence of new youth. Not even so much as a scar or wearing of fur disrupted her features, and she couldn't have looked more untouched and vernile if she herself had been kept locked away in a glass container, kept completely pure from the fingers of the world. And thus, coming from such a different world, such a different place in life, it made the tom something her youthful ignorance couldn't comprehend. Uneasiness bubbled in her stomach in the shadow of his presence, but she fought hard not to show it.
"I guess I'm not use to seeing Dayclan cats up in the trees. Do you climb them often?" It was the forced amicability of small-talk that felt painfully awkward in a sitaution like this, but as akward as it was, it was almost necesarry. It was akin to putting honey with medicine, where the sweetness did not cure the bitterness lurking beneath, but it was still more pleasant than taking it raw.
He smiled, glancing briefly up at the tree again. He knew many of his clanmates didn't understand his affection for trees, even when he lived in other clans; but he had grown up a loner, and he had always loved to rest in the branches. It was safe and comfortable, and high enough his problems were distant specks underpaw. "I'm not like most cats," he agreed. "I would spend every day up there, if I could."
Glancing back down at her face, he did not find her cherubic features reassuring; his smile collapsed into a guarded frown as he search her gaze. Why had she asked that? It was almost accusatory, like she thought it was wrong of him... yes, that must be it. She disliked that he was staying here, just as the others did, and she was just trying to find a subtle way to kick him out. A slow, careful, methodical approach of gathering facts of all the ways he was unlike them, so Glowstar would have no choice but to expel him. She might even be glad to be rid of him. His gaze narrowed and Deal turned his face away from her, gritting his teeth.
"If you don't want me here, just say so," he dared, flashing her a glare. "Don't waste my time."
