[Sage]

Originally Posted by fenic!

Sorrelskip had felt strangely more confident after talking with Singeflicker about change- in fact, she was ecstatic about the possibility of some sort of entertainment in the clan, since things like this would surely lead to some drama, maybe even a big battle. She craved excitement and energy, and found boredom to be one of her only fears, her only weaknesses. The calico strode out into the territory quickly, trying to find something to do, such as hunting or patrolling by herself, maybe even with somebody else. She had to hide her fear, and make sure nobody knew about this- that nobody else knew she could be afraid of something. Sorrelskip wanted to look strong, and though lying wasn't the best thing, she needed to lie. It made her feel better, like she could feel the energy running through her body as she said every word that wasn't true- though really, she didn't lie as much as she romanticized it. Her calico fur rippled in the breezes caused by leaf-fall, the changing of the seasons quite noticeable this time of year. Her green eyes glistened in the chilled sunlight, and she looked quite pretty that day- but she didn't exactly care for that part of her appearance, unless it caused something new, something exciting.

Gorsefeather solemnly padded into the clearing. The bright sun blinded him slightly, he squinted his eyes and sat down a little ways away from Sorrelskip. The tortoiseshell tom reached his head around the groom his back. After grooming himself, the tom looked around the clearing. He shifted his paws uncomfortably. He wanted- needed to talk to someone, in fear of if he didn't. He tortoiseshell tom had grown a hatred for silence over the past moons. The clearing wasn't all that silent, but he was. He briefly glanced to the side to see Sorrelskip. The calico molly made him think of his and Singeflicker's earlier conversation. He decided to finally talk to her. Gorefeather rose to his paws and padded over to the molly. "Mind if a sit?" The tom asked.