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Being well liked was never one of Raystrike's goals in life. If cats liked her, then fine. She'd talk to them and all that, and she genuinely enjoyed people. The worst part of her imprisonment in NightClan was the lack of people to talk to. But, by no means did she change herself to met someone else's standard. Everyone she had ever met saw the same Raystrike: unfiltered, rude, and (in her opinion) funny. Of course, one would say she was an acquired taste, a taste that came from SunClan. She had painted her fur with SunClan's defining yellow, orange, and red designs, and flaunted them about the camp as the sun rose above the horizon. Soon her prayer service would begin, and maybe she could even get someone to come.
Southernskies was the type that rose with the sun, shedding sleep sooner than the rest of his clanmates, so that he could enjoy the peace and quiet of his sleepy, daybreak home. He was rather surprised to find that there was someone else up at this time and more than curious about the patterns adorning her fur. Though he knew Raystrike hailed from SunClan, they'd never crossed paths before now and, with nothing better to do, he trotted over. "Early cat catches the bird. I don't see others up at this time normally," he said as he approached. "I don't believe we've met officially. I'm Southernskies."
She didn't notice the tom's approach at all. The she-cat was almost used to the fact that no one came to her sunrise services. Of course, she wasn't happy with that and worked to change it, but she could only do so much to move these cats' lazy bums. So hearing another cat's voice was a welcome surprise, one she could only assume was interest in her ways, the right ways. She twirled around to meet Southernskies's gaze., and boy did she love those rich copper eyes. She raised a brow. "So I guess that makes you my worm, hmm? I'm Raystrike."
"I suppose that does make me your worm," he mused, chuckling a bit. He took a seat on one of the several small logs she'd forced her brother to drag into the camp, lined into rows that mimicked church pews, and oddly enough he felt a wisp of homesickness rear its head, something he hadn't felt in a long time. "Unfortunately, I don't think anyone else will be joining us this morning. No one can sleep much with Satinshore's snoring getting worse with the pollen in the air. But I'm all ears."
"Hmph, sounds more of a reason to get off your sorry butts to me. Or get that Satinshore's sorry nose up here. If she's snoring, then more of you should be up." But this clan's lazier than a dog on a hot day. They had far more freedom in this Clan than any cat had in SunClan. She remembered the universal wake-up call at sunrise, the group meals, and the prayers. She knew she could never achieve something like that in SummerClan. They didn't have the discipline, and she was in no place to instill it in them. "Anyway, if you're here your going to join me for the morning prayer." Thinking about the antics of a particular apprentice, she continued on. "If you intended to disrupt it or not be respectful, leave. Got it?"
