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Re: Clan Life « Reply #15 on Apr 2, 2008, 4:29pm »
Darktear loped into the camp lazily, two plump mice and a squirrel hanging from her jaws. She was forced to go into part RainClan's territory, seeing as she got hardly anything but small burns and mucky fur in their own territory because of the muck fires. She stopped by the small fresh-kill pile, dropped the three kills onto the pile and she looked up, immediately spotting Acestar grooming. She hesitated, wondering if he had already eaten or not. She glanced at the fresh-kill pile hungrily, deciding that if Acestar didn't want her offering she would have it instead.
Picking up one of the mice by the teeth, Darktear made her way to Acestar, nodding to Shadowmask as she passed him. "Good morning, Acestar." She greeted, putting the mouse between them, a small purr escaping. It wasn't because she was attracted to him, but because she admired him, "I was wondering if you were hungry, so I brought you this." The she-cat hoped he would accept it, even if she was hungry herself. But she didn’t mind putting the clan first, especially if it was her leader.
Darktear looked at Acestar, wondering if she could tell what he was thinking by any body movements. She would wait until he finished grooming for an answer, even if it meant waiting for a few minutes. She was stubborn, and she hoped he knew that by now.
Re: Clan Life « Reply #16 on Apr 2, 2008, 5:03pm »
The leader started to lick at his chest when Darktear approached him. He gazed at her silently, listening to what she said, but not stopping with his grooming. He hadn't eaten yet today, he had been to busy distributing food to others, so some food would be much appreciated. But he didn't touch her offering. He let it lay there as he continued to wash himself, licking a paw then swiping his face. He nipped at an itch at the base of his tail, then resumed his face-washing. All the while he just stared at her, silent, with an unreadable gaze and less so of body posture. He was hard to interpret, even if he told you exactly how he felt. There was just no telling his emotions. He intended it that way.
Finally, after a little more than half an hour, he finished cleaning himself and spoke to her. Why are you still here? His voice wasn't harsh nor hinting, just curious. Most cats would have walked away, taking his silence as a rejection. Which was, indeed, what it was. He was wondering what made her so special that she had to stay. She didn't like him did she? Hmm...another female looking for kits perhaps? An amused purr escaped his jaws as he mulled over the thought.