[ti]Private[/ti]two of a kind

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Pantherleap preferred to keep to herself when she wasn't training with someone. She despised talking just to talk- and, unfortunately, many of her clan mates could chatter away for hours with very little input from her. It was like their sole purpose in life was to fill silence, to talk about the weather and how prey was running, or something stupid they saw their apprentices do yesterday. Pantherleap didn't like talking about those mundane things. She liked growling at cats who irritated her, and that was about it.

But, that didn't mean that Pantherleap didn't occasionally seek out another cat to try, just one more time, to make a real, true friend. Today, the black warrior was carrying a plump mouse, a peace offering to whoever her next victim would be.

On this fine afternoon, that victim would be Oakcloud, a fellow she-cat whose aloof nature had caught Pantherleap's eye. Oakcloud didn't seem like she liked talking about the weather, or the frequency of prey. No, she seemed like someone with more complicated tastes. Or, that's what Pantherleap hoped.

Pantherleap sat down in the center of camp, her orange gaze scanning the camp as she waited for the other she-cat to appear, whether she was simply sitting around camp, returning from patrol, or leaving the warriors' den.

[Ervo]

Oakcloud

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Oakcloud had just returned from a patrol. Her gait now more languid rather than the tense trot she carried when patrolling. It had been uneventful to say the least, not since she had a run-in with the loner. She saw a few different animals, nothing worth dragging her away from her post for. Certainly late afternoon was well on its way, and with her not having eaten anything since daybreak. Her stomach began to growl. Apparently feeling the need to remind her to take a light snack of sorts with her when she went on patrol.

She needed a good grooming too, having decided to trail along the thunderpaths. Enough so that it had given her normally white and black coat a tint of brown from all the dust. She had stayed in hiding from the monsters for the most part, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep an eye out for any kittypets looking for trouble. She decided she could deal with her coat later, and gave her pelt a firm shake to free it from majority of the dust.

Tawny eyes did catch the appearance of another one her clan members. A she-cat, Pantherjump was it? No, Pantherleap. Yeah, her name was Pantherleap. Oakcloud had watched her a few times at social gatherings. Although she didn't remember ever speaking with the she-cat, from what she could recall, Pantherleap seemed alright. Ignoring her protesting stomach she decided to make her way over to the fellow feline.

"Pantherleap, correct?" Her tail twitched behind her as she stood tall by the other feline. "My name is Oakcloud, a pleasure to formally meet you." Her gaze was stern but just a smidgen softer than steel. Closer to stone, and her expression seemingly indifferent. Her eyes gave away nothing to her emotions, although her voice did have a calming tone to it. She offered a nod in the direction of a shaded rock, wanting to get out of the Newleaf sun for a while.