{$title} galepaw compares notes about the night's events with pikestar
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The birth of the kits was far more tumultuous than the young apprentice was expecting, though not that it didn't make for an interesting spectacle. It had no real ill will against the ... colorful personality of Adderfang, but his decorum certainly left much to be desired. It did seem as though his words ruffled others feathers far more than his own, but it would make him a fool to forget it as easily as so many other things. Adder would make a dangerous enemy for sure, and yet he seemed eager to dance with death at every inflammatory moment. It intrigued him, such blatant bluntness, the unwillingness to let the waves carry him down the stream... perhaps the tom should take a page from his book. If not for himself, then to understand the thought process behind it. It seemed an impossible task, like diverting a raging river, but perhaps with enough time.
Adderfang was by far his interest of the night, though. In the brief time inside of the den, followed by the all-but-kind ushering out, Pikestar had drawn his attention. It had often gazed in curiosity at the leader, at the... well, he wouldn't call it a commanding presence, but he did certainly Have a presence. There was something that made that cat different, something internal, something unfamiliar. It was as though it was the first time he saw a bird, such strange things compared to his own body. To him, the leader could just as easily walk away on two paws and go living amongst the twolegs. The birds even regarded the tom with a strange song, something that tasted more like a strange fear and reverence than anything it was used to hearing. The thought practically made his paws shake, his body quivering with pure, unadulterated curiosity. If he had the choice, the apprentice would pick through every sinew on his body, press every nerve, and delve into the spirals of his mind. If he had the choice, Galepaw would know Pikestar better than anyone—and then, perhaps finally his curiosity would be satiated.
Pikestar had informed Pine where to find him, and Gale took it upon themself to invite himself as well. The leader had invited the apprentice to bring Wave something the following morning, but the pale lynxpoint simply couldn't wait that long. Not when the birds were awake to hear him, to see the way he stared at the leader. The camp was silent as he padded across it, pushing his way into the leader's den with a cool sort of bravado. He hardly cared if the tom was even awake—there was a certain sort of mystique the night brought, and surely Pike would see it as well as he could.
"Pikestar." The tom called into his den, large blue eyes falling upon the silver body of the older cat. It waited the briefest of moments, searching for the glint of eyes peering back at him sleepily before continuing. "Come on a walk with me." With nothing left to say, and of course no more context needed for the poor leader, the tom turned tail out of the den. It was almost as though he expected the leader to immediately bounce to his paws to follow him, but just in case he'd hover near the entrance of the camp to ensure that the tom had been following. The river was calling to him, and it waited for no cat, not even someone blessed by the stars.
- @PIKESTAR strange beast alert
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Galepaw
✦—Riverclan Apprentice | 8 Moons
✦—He/They/It
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
#87878E #BAB2AC
