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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
The morning was Hawkfeather's absolute favorite time of day. Well - at least it would be if she had a favorite. The morning was nice and cooler then the afternoon, and the birds would sing and everyone headed out to do their jobs... oh, it was absolutely wonderful! The afternoon was a good time for relaxation, and the evening was the absolute perfect time for stargazing and more hunting or training. So yeah, each time of the day was Hawkfeather's favorite in it's own way. This morning she hadn't taken the time to groom her pelt - not that it mattered with a shorter one. Why would it? It wasn't like anyone really looked at her pelt anyways! And besides, even if they did, they were probably thinking 'wow, look at that random warrior!" Besides the cats that she had met and tried to put an extra little spark in their day, no one really knew who she was. And that was fine by Hawkfeather.
Even being alone was fine by her. If someone needed her they would come get her! Or she would go to them. Who knew in this crazy world? Hawkfeather half walked, half skipped over towards a shady spot... part of her felt as though she should look at least a little presentable for the Clan. Vanity had never been a big thing for Hawkfeather and she knew it. She was glad of it. It was one of the few things that she did feel pride about. Not an emotion that was normally present within the young warrior. Taking a moment to lick some stray tufts of white fur that had decided to stick up from her chest, Hawkfeather took another to glance around at her clanmates. Why did some of them look so grumpy this morning? It was a beautiful morning! A grand morning! She wanted to bound over to them and ask why they were so annoyed, but she knew from experience that could get her clawed.
Plus, she wasn't sure how many of them disliked her for some reason or another. The reasons why they disliked her weren't important, but the fact that they just did mattered a lot when it came to the tabby feline. Perhaps she would find a friendlier face in the crowd. A cat who would be willing to let her cheer them up without her getting smacked. Hawkfeather was pretty good at avoiding those types of cats - or at least getting clawed by them. @AbsurdJinx
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Flareheart had been lying just outside the warriors den, contemplating grooming his thick and medium-length pelt or not. His fur was often difficult to tame, but in its defense, he didn't take very good care of it. He simply never had the time to look after his appearance, and he was much too energetic to lie around for a long period of time every day just to clean. Besides, he believed he looked very handsome just the way he was. So he decided not to wash his messy fur.
Surveying the clearing before him, Flareheart observed his clanmates. Most he hadn't even spoken to, or knew the names of, which didn't even bother him. In fact, he appreciated not knowing the names or anything of his clanmates. He turned his obliviousness of his clanmates' lives into a game, a game called cat-watching. He'd choose a certain member of the clan before him, and based off appearances or actions, he'd form an idea of their lives. Sometimes, he'd approach whoever he chose to make a life of, and spend time with them and learn just who they were. Flareheart went to sleep with great satisfaction if he got even an ounce of their lives correct before actually meeting them.
So now that he's decided not to groom, he had to do something else. Flareheart sat up, his tail curled around his paws. He looked through narrowed eyes around the clearing as he tried to find someone to cat-watch. He noticed a lone she-cat padding towards a shady spot of camp, and decided to play his game with her. He observed her bubbly half-skip half-walk, and spotted a rather gentle and friendly expression. Immediately, he figured she would have a suffix that mentioned her softness and happiness. He settled on `feather` or `shine`. Flareheart rolled his shoulders as he tried to figure a prefix out. He failed; there were too many prefixes to sort through that would fit her.
Flareheart followed her gaze, which guided him to the dead-like members of ThunderClan. He realized they all looked, well, dead, where the she-cat may as well be the most optimistic cat in all the clans. He came to the conclusion that she got on many cats' nerves, just like him. Baring a bright grin, he confidently strode over to the pretty molly. Now, he could put his charm to use. As he neared, he slowed his pace to a gentle trot until he came to an abrupt halt. Before stopping, he had called out a greeting in his lighthearted tone. His tail waving behind him, he appeared to be a friendly tomcat - which he genuinely was.
``Hello there! I'm Flareheart!`` The multicolored tomcat purred. His tone of voice was laced with kindness, and he adopted a teasing tone as he continued, ``And what's a pretty she-cat such as yourself doing all alone?``