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He shook out his lanky, slate gray fur and posed to look outside of the Warriors den, not particularly wanting to wander out into the clearing. Swollen white clouds drifted across a beautiful display of gray swirls, a mass of angry colors all hovering above. Wolfconstellation shuddered at the chill that crept through his fur, making him shrink away and flick his ears back. But the fresh-kill pile needed stocking, and despite the impending rain, he really did want to get out and stretch his legs. Sighing, the lanky legged tom rose to his paws and pulled himself into the clearing. Casting his head about, he wondered absently if there were any patrols he could leech off of and trail after.
"Are you heading out?" A soft voice asked, bright golden eyes latching onto the figure of the tom lingering by the warrior dens entrance. Goldfoil pushed forward to come crouch beside him, eye the weather with distaste. She couldn't wait for new leaf to arrive, was hoping every warm day was the start of a new trend of warmer weather. "I was thinking of going out myself is all and I dislike going alone." Goldfoil in truth hated being alone, loved others attention and company. So much so she was often butting into everyone's time in hopes they would lend it to her.
He didn't respond right away, often too occupied by his own thoughts at first for a proper response anyways. But a small voice in his head chastised him for his silence, and so he bent his head to look at his fellow Clanmate. He didn't really even know her name; hadn't even talked to her all that much. But Wolfconstellation knew he ought to start trying at least to know a few of them, to at least have someone to talk to. Letting a smile waver on his face in a somewhat awkward, and shy approach, he gazed back up at the clouds and sighed dismally. "Yeah... I was thinking about going out; I don't like the look of the clouds, though," he confessed, and then in a small voice, added, "I won't be able to stay up tonight either to see the stars, so I guess I should make use of the daytime..."
"Oh? Are you often staying up to watch the stars?" She asked, unable to resist asking, the thought of not asking never occurring to her. She wondered if the tom was mostly nocturnal, she knew there were those that preferred to operate during the night. Like the moonclan cats did. She ignored the hesitance she sensed in his answer, positive it couldn't be due to her and was just towards the thought of the weather changing. Who wouldn't want to spend time with Goldfoil after all.
He turned his pale eyes upon the she-cat, surveying her for a moment, before giving a small shrug. "Maybe. I mean, who wouldn't? The Stars are so... vast. And there are so many of them," he mused aloud, his voice hitching the way it always did when talking about the subject he so dearly loved. "What about you? Do you like stars?"
"Um, there alright I guess..." She trailed off, unsure of herself in the face of his obvious deference towards the sky. Goldfoil had never even really thought that deeply about them before, had never taken a moment to just gaze at them. "I guess I have to admit I've never really taken a moment to just, well consider the stars I suppose."
His eyes swam excitedly as he wistfully said, "There's just so much to admire and learn about them. Not to mention, their beauty." He let himself simmer a bit, his pelt pricking suddenly with a self conscious realization that he had probably just sounded like an absolute weirdo. Wolfconstellation flashed her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I can get kind of obsessive."
"Well everyone should have a hobby." Goldfoil hummed, trying to ease his self-consciousness. Then she realized how he could take the the wrong way and think she was patronizing him. So she was quick to tag on, "I myself like swimming. I love how weightless one can feel, and if you go out far enough it's like your in your own little world. Untouchable." While she wasn't that enamored with swimming she tried to make it seem so, that way Wolfconstellation would perhaps feel free to be more himself.
He smiled in amusement as she continued on, scrambling to explain how much she enjoyed swimming. How funny it was, for a cat to like Water. Though then again; how funny was it that he liked the stars so much? With a small tilt of his head he said, "It isn't something I would enjoy thoroughly myself. I suck at swimming, so I would probably drown. Plus..." he trailed off, then added with a snort, "Well, I look like a drowned rat when I'm wet."
Though, in context, he looked like a drowned rat most of the time, what with his thin pelt and lanky body.
Goldfoil nodded hurriedly, glad he had bought he spiel about swimming; even if it now meant further down the line she might actually have to seem eager to swim. If she could remember this little lie she told right in this moment when the time came. "A lot of cats do, but at-least we have short fur so it doesn't take us forever and a day to dry off right?" She gave a short laugh, looking at him out of the corner of her eye to see if he would laugh as well.
Trying to think of ways to keep him around longer.
He shook his ears in amusement; an action that was comical enough because of the way his long bat-like ears danced in the air. "I think there's a disadvantage to drying off with short, and long fur. With longer fur it takes forever and a half, and you stay colder a little while longer. But with short fur — or in my experience, anyways — your fur drys quicker but since you have absolutely no protection against the could... well," he said with a small shrug, eyes glimmering with thought. "I catch colds a lot in Winter, because of my stupid fur."
Wolfconstellation gave a grumpy sort of wave of his tail, finding it very hard to fondly recollect any Winter evenings. "The only thing good about Winter is the Stars," he mused aloud, seeming to get into a small banter with himself, "but its also colder at night. I guess there's no win-win scenario for short furred cats like me, then."
