Deadmoon was......weirdly ambivalent when she woke up. One might assume this to be a bad thing, but, in fact, it was most welcome. She didn't dare pry too far into WHY she wasn't hopping mad or uninterested in anything life had to offer, not wanting to pry herself up off of her nest. But.....she wasn't feeling either of those things. She was feeling alright. Odd, but nothing else seemed wrong with her, so she might as well make the best of it. Pushing her way out into the clearing, she snagged a mouse (she always felt bad taking the rabbits seeing as she couldn't catch another to replace them) and sat down to eat. Soon it had disappeared down her gullet, and she was looking around for something to do.
And, well, Vinepaw just happened to be there. When she had taken him battle training along with Honeypaw and Duckpaw he had impressed her not only as quite skilled but very polite. Generally pleasant to be around, and not overly energetic like some of the other young cats (cough cough Owlkit cough cough Wildpaw) were. He was unlikely to drive her into a fit of rage, and she wanted to preserve this bit of peace for as long as it would stick around. Perhaps it was a bit selfish to try and pretend all was well when things very clearly weren't, but Deadmoon was a master avoider and had no plans of becoming more mature.
Hey Vinepaw. she mewed, once she'd gotten to her feet and made her way over to him.
Would you be interested in going hunting with me? If you've not done any rodent or bird hunting we could try that out! Deadmoon was REALLY hoping he hadn't done any woodland style hunting, and would be amenable to doing the kind of hunting she preferred. She could suck it up and try to chase rabbits (though she'd probably come home with nothing) but seeing as he needed her to get out of camp not the other way around, she would be inclined to decide they were going to the thicket regardless of his response. @
Tallstar