[ti]Private[/ti]Time to get lost

[Miss Tactical]

She looked at the tom off in the distance, there was something different about him. She tilted her head to the side, orange eyes locked on. With MothClan’s aggressive pushing, it would probably be best to check the borders. That and see if there are any more visitors… Her encounter with Ocelotjaw had been a surprise but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a distraction for them to push borders further. Jumping to her paws the flame colored she-cat rushed towards Pebbleshade, her eyes warm before giving a simple mew in greeting. ”Dogear wants to MothClan borders to be remarked want to come?” Her tail waved back and forth, the high energy she once had, returned to her. She was at ease, no longer the broken she-cat she once was.

She had been watching over her kits ever so carefully despite being grown she still checked in on them. Since her old mate had vanished she didn’t have him weighing her down leaving her to care for such a huge family, Nectarpaw and Featherpaw had been found at last, and she could rest. She could stop looking, stop blaming herself and move forward with her endeavors. ”It also looks like you could get out of here for awhile. It can be just you and me!” She beamed. She sat down, wrapping her tail around her paws, waiting to see if the gray tom was interested in joining her.

[Fireflake]

A mild jolt of surprise ran through Pebbleshade as Cherryheart's greeting hit his tufted ears. He had been sullenly tidying up some moss on the ground when her rapid pawsteps pattered toward him, and he had assumed it was another apprentice in a rush that wouldn't bother to say hello. Seeing the she-cat in such a good mood made his ears perk just a bit, but it also threw him off enough to delay any response to her suggestion.

Pebbleshade glanced down at his dusty paws. She was right. He rarely went out to hunt alone like he used to, and there were only so many patrols to tag along on. He could use a break from the waterfall's constant noise. "Oh, um, sure. Yes, that sounds good. I'll just- just bring this moss out with me, then. To leave it out there."
The tom mentally thanked StarClan it wasn't his very first encounter with the she-cat, or she might assume that this fumbling was what he was like all the time.

[Miss Tactical]

The flame colored she-cat looked at the tom as he sorted through the moss. Her ears flicked slightly. ”There are plenty of apprentices to fetch moss you know. Leave it to them. Get some air come on!” With a quick pace in her step, the she-cat rushed out of camp, the green leaf air hitting her pelt. With deep breath in, she exhaled slowly. ”Nice to stretch your legs once in awhile.” She mewed, simply trying to start conversation with him. It had been awhile since the two really interacted. They shared an occasional hello, simply because he trained her adopted son. He became quite the warrior that was for certain.

She made a sharp turn towards MothClan’s borders looking at the tom with curious eyes something wasn’t quite right. ”You have something on your mind Pebbleshade?” She mewed. She knew what it was like to be in colder, darker place, until just recently, she wasn’t quite herself either. A recent MistClan member had given her the gift of finding her daughter, and that had been enough to take her out of her slump, returning to her high energy self. ”I’m chatty but a good listener you know…just in case.” She beamed.

[Fireflake]

Cherryheart left the cave faster than Pebbleshade had expected. He jumped to his paws. After a few steps, he looped back around and grabbed the wadded-up moss, then quietly carried it outside and batted it away where nobody would trip on it. The tom hit a light jog to catch up. Coming up beside Cherryheart, he fell back a bit to allow her to lead the way. Too busy scanning the forest with a wary look to notice the sharp turn to MothClan, Pebbleshade followed several moments later. His head jerked over to the she-cat as she spoke again.

Meeting her curious eyes, he offered a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his own. “Plenty, Cherryheart,” he replied, “but nothing that won’t come off of it with, uh, some good stretching.”
The tom extended his front leg with his next step as if to prove his point. His ears stayed upright for the action, but he couldn’t seem to keep them that way. He stifled a sigh.
“I’ve just been a bit down lately. I suppose loss hits me harder than it should sometimes,” he said simply, as if talking about someone he was only distantly acquainted with, then quickly changed the subject. “You, though, are looking very bright today. How have things been?”