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Thistlestar sat to himself outside his den, his body relaxed as he sat staring out at the active camp, but his eyes were clouded, more so than normal, in deep thought. Springclan had been going no where but up since the clans almost got flooded. Their first Blossom Jubilee was a success, prey was plentiful as they neared Newleaf and a new litter of kits was born and soon his own would be too. The reminder brought a small smile to the leader's experience, breaking the naturally stern expression he normally carried. There was so much to celebrate and be proud of, but Thistlestar didn't want to let off the pedal just yet. He knew better than to let his guard down and just relax. The Trusted thus far had proven over time their hard work and commitment to helping him maintain the order throughout Springclan, particularly with patrols, but with a few members stepping down unexpectedly, Springclan was only down to one, Finchwatcher. A veteran in Springclan, Thistlestar knew he could trust the she-cat and her experienced perspectives with his life, but there was something missing.
As he scanned the clearing, he caught sight of a brightly colored pelt enter the camp. His pensive green eyes took Elegant-terror for a moment, watching as she dropped some more fresh kill onto their rather large pile. The she-cat has always been a mystery to the leader. She was reserved and well mannered, but he knew there was more to the she-cat the meets the eyes. Something in his urged him forward, and he followed the feeling willingly. He rose from his comfortable position, his spring green eyes locked onto the white she-cat as he approached until finally he was close enough to speak up. "Good afternoon Elegant-Terror." He spoke, his deep voice was kind but purposeful as the words flowed out "Are you too worked to accompany me in a walk?" He asked thoughtfully, watching the she-cat's reaction carefully, though he knew from past experience, he would find nothing but formalities.
Her gray eyes took in the siamese tom and she considered her answer for perhaps longer than a polite moment before she finally shook her head. "I have free time, as you no doubt noticed I just finished hunting. So I assure you Thistlestar, I can make time to join you on a walk." Her barbed tongue, as always, was absent in the presence of Springclans leader. The tom had never done anything in particular to earn her respect but his position alone made him a tom that was valuable enough if simply for his title. Elegant-Terror didn't often do well in the company of those she was not close to, and Thistlestar fell into that group. Thus she internally started locking down her biting remarks she always kept at the ready for those who annoyed her and her vicious cruelties that came to those who pushed her past her already thin threshold of patience.
Thistlestar had always seemed a calm and peaceful tom but one could never quite be sure. After all, even the brightest of cats needed to have their shadows. Elegant-terror knew more than a few that turned out to be wolves in sheeps clothing. Had the scars to prove the foolish time she had let one get to close enough to rip apart what had made her, well her. Leaving her a brittle construct better suited in a graveyard than something walking around like it still have life in it. "Is there anywhere you wanted to go in particular then?" She wondered as she moved away from the fresh-kill pile and towards the camp entrance.
Thistlestar held the she-cat's guarded gaze, though the staring was far from threatening or over powering, he just simply took in the warrior and her words. It was clear this relationship would take time to build up, but Thistlestar had nothing but time. The dusty tom offered the smallest of smiles before he spoke up "I won't take much of your time, I know you've had a long day so far." He glanced ahead at the path, leading them off in a particular direction "I want to be honest with you. I'd like to chat with you on some personal matters and I don't want you to be taken aback by the forwardness." The leader's deep green orbs fluttered to Elegant-Terror's gaze for a brief moment, offer a small nod in the moment their gazes met "Please don't feel pressured to share what you don't want to, but I would appreciate your perspective on a few matters."
