Date? Night?(Private)

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Well, at least he wasn't laughing at her! Deadmoon had thought his intention had been mocking at first, a reasonable assumption in her opinion, but it seemed that he was amused by her comments. Why she couldn't quite fathom, but if he wanted to think she was funny she couldn't really stop him. She snorted softly in response, scratching a bit nervously at her ear with her right paw. The normal one. Hopefully Creekpelt wasn't getting ideas about her being funny all the time. Expectations were never going to end well, she'd just disappoint them, so it was better if she kept them low to begin with.

'M glad my suffering amuses you. Deadmoon mewed, though her eyes were crinkled with a bit of amusement. It hadn't been that bad at all to talk to Mallowwhisker, at least until the disaster of flirting, so she could laugh about it now. And also be VERY aware that she should avoid initiating any flirting, because it would almost certainly end in her embarrassment. Perhaps we should hook Mallowwhisker up with your pesky clanmates, so they'll leave us both alone. she added, head tilting sideways a bit in consideration. That might be funny, turning the tables and whatnot. @PhantomFeurSturm

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Creekpelt
(Male-He/Him)
(35 moons)

"Say, that's an idea," Creekpelt mused. "Then that cat will leave me alone. Really, all she thinks about is blasted romance." He said that last word in the most sarcastic and melodramatic way possible. Did she think that was funny? Does she like me? he wondered to himself. "Not that I have anything against romance," he said quickly, "but seriously, it's like she thinks about NOTHING ELSE." Creekpelt made a face. "I'm sure they would do great together," he said, purring in amusement.

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(T'was a joke, Dead just needed something to say! Whoops!)
This time Deadmoon was the one chuckling at Creekpelt, smirking at the thought of a cat even MORE obsessed with romance, if he was to be believed, than Mallowwhisker. He seemed to backtrack quite quickly on his disgust of romance, although she supposed that made sense seeing as they were supposedly on a date. Aww, but that was the thing that she'd agreed with the most! It was so...pointless, most of the time. Much easier to admire from afar than go through all that effort! But saying so....probably not the best idea while chatting with a potential romantic partner. Yeah, she was using her brain for once!!

There are worse ways to spend ones time. Deadmoon supposed, cocking her head to the side, before backtracking relatively swiftly to add Not that I've had much cause for it before myself. Blasted paw. And, because she couldn't help herself, she added I'd certainly hope you've nothing against romance! Otherwise this is a right waste of BOTH our times, isn't it? Seriously, there were better things she could be doing. Like harassing more Shadowclan cats. That was ALWAYS fun, and NEVER ended poorly for her. Or at least, it hadn't yet. The key was to find the ones that smelled least like blood, and be as weird as possible. That got her two friends, although that had been a different Shadowclan too. And apprentices were a bit.....chiller than warriors. @PhantomFeurSturm

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(T'was a joke, Dead just needed something to say! Whoops!)
This time Deadmoon was the one chuckling at Creekpelt, smirking at the thought of a cat even MORE obsessed with romance, if he was to be believed, than Mallowwhisker. He seemed to backtrack quite quickly on his disgust of romance, although she supposed that made sense seeing as they were supposedly on a date. Aww, but that was the thing that she'd agreed with the most! It was so...pointless, most of the time. Much easier to admire from afar than go through all that effort! But saying so....probably not the best idea while chatting with a potential romantic partner. Yeah, she was using her brain for once!!

There are worse ways to spend ones time. Deadmoon supposed, cocking her head to the side, before backtracking relatively swiftly to add Not that I've had much cause for it before myself. Blasted paw. And, because she couldn't help herself, she added I'd certainly hope you've nothing against romance! Otherwise this is a right waste of BOTH our times, isn't it? Seriously, there were better things she could be doing. Like harassing more Shadowclan cats. That was ALWAYS fun, and NEVER ended poorly for her. Or at least, it hadn't yet. The key was to find the ones that smelled least like blood, and be as weird as possible. That got her two friends, although that had been a different Shadowclan too. And apprentices were a bit.....chiller than warriors. @PhantomFeurSturm

Creekpelt
(Male-He/Him)
(35 moons)

"Indeed!" Creekpelt said. "It would be unfortunate if I did have something against it. Nice to know you don't either." He grinned at her. He was starting to like Wrenchaser, and he really did hope this was going to end well. He decided it was time to redirect the conversation. Hmmm… "So, on an entirely different note, what kind of hobbies do you have? I like, well, talking. As you can probably tell." He laughed nervously.

(Yeah, I totally knew that )

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Creekpelt had certainly opened up a bit, and Deadmoon felt safe enough to give him a little smile in return. Not a full blown grin, mind, but a quick quirk of the lips wasn't out of the question. His next statement concerned her slightly, generally swift changes of topic had some reasoning behind them and she didn't want to go back to her paw, but it seemed they were heading in a relatively neutral direction. Though....she wasn't sure that she had any hobbies, besides annoying Rookie and Snowy. What else was there to do, really? Was she supposed to have hobbies?

He didn't seem to have much more though, so she didn't think it was TOOO out of pocket(yes it was) to deadpan I like planning the downfall of the clans. with as straight a face and flat a voice as she could manage. Then the illusion was ruined because she snorted at her own joke and added more lightly I haven't really got any though. Just....running around I guess. I like hunting birds? That wasn't so much a hobby per se as a way of avoiding dealing with the useless lump of a foot she'd been gifted with, but Creekpelt didn't need to know that. He didn't even know her real NAME for Starclan's sake, he certainly didn't need to hear all about her personal failings. @PhantomFeurSturm

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Originally Posted by gs29513

Creekpelt had certainly opened up a bit, and Deadmoon felt safe enough to give him a little smile in return. Not a full blown grin, mind, but a quick quirk of the lips wasn't out of the question. His next statement concerned her slightly, generally swift changes of topic had some reasoning behind them and she didn't want to go back to her paw, but it seemed they were heading in a relatively neutral direction. Though....she wasn't sure that she had any hobbies, besides annoying Rookie and Snowy. What else was there to do, really? Was she supposed to have hobbies?

He didn't seem to have much more though, so she didn't think it was TOOO out of pocket(yes it was) to deadpan I like planning the downfall of the clans. with as straight a face and flat a voice as she could manage. Then the illusion was ruined because she snorted at her own joke and added more lightly I haven't really got any though. Just....running around I guess. I like hunting birds? That wasn't so much a hobby per se as a way of avoiding dealing with the useless lump of a foot she'd been gifted with, but Creekpelt didn't need to know that. He didn't even know her real NAME for Starclan's sake, he certainly didn't need to hear all about her personal failings. @PhantomFeurSturm

Creekpelt
(Male-He/Him)
(35 moons)

As she spoke, Creekpelt realized he had been standing the whole time and sat down. "Makes sense, considering your name," he said when she finished. He inched closer, trying to seem more natural without looking like a creep. "I suppose I should get some solo hobbies like you have. I guess I haven't done that yet because…well, honestly, I normally act pretty nonconversational, but it seems like that makes me a magnet for talking. I like it, but sometimes I need a break from talking to cats. Sadly, that can be hard." He paused for a moment to wash his front paw. How do I keep this going? Changing the subject so bluntly probably makes her think I'm stupid. He thought for a moment, watching a leaf float quietly by.

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(Maybe about time for us to start wrapping this one up?)
Oh. Right. Her name. Which was totally Wrenchaser. Deadmoon had kind of completely forgotten WHAT pseudonym she'd adopted, just that it wasn't hers. That could have been embarrassing, if he'd called out for her at another gathering and she didn't respond. She was probably going to forget soon and have that happen anyway, but whatever. That humiliation had been forestalled for at least a moment. Her chuckle was a bit forced, but she got out a Yeah. My mother really knew what she was doing when she named me, huh?

Don't dwell on that, don't dwell on that. Don't dwell on how that statement could be applied to your actual name and your actual mother instead of this made-up lie you decided to sell to other cats. Just. Don't. Deadmoon was quite occupied in her own thoughts, so Creekpelt's little scootch went completely unnoticed as she frantically tried to get a handle on her idiotic brain, requiring a small gasp of breath to do so. Stop. Thinking. This was not productive and not the time. Her mind didn't quite agree, still running a mile a minute towards a very unproductive cliff. Ugh. Stupid brain.

All this internal fuddling about left her reaction to Creekpelt's words quite late, and turned that response into a rather stammery You don't, uh, need them. Talking to other cats is fun. Not for her, a decent amount of the time, but to each their own. Then she realized that he was actually sort of complaining about socializing, and rushed out a quick Not that there's anything wrong with needing a break, I mean..... what in Starclan's name DID she mean? Deadmoon genuinely had no clue. So she trailed off unspectacularly, sitting in silence as well. Well THIS was awkward. Most awkward. Unbelievably awkward. Hmm, now it was probably her turn to break the deadlock, or whatever. Unfortunate.

What else was there to talk about really? Not much, or at least not much without straying into the dangerous territory that was the recent and possibly ongoing war between their clans. Yeah, better to quit while you were ahead, Deadmoon reasoned. And before you said anything too stupid. It's been nice to speak with you, Creekpelt. she mewed, breaking the silence. But I imagine the gathering is coming to an end that was probably true, they'd spoken for quite a while and we don't want to be too late getting back to our clanmates. Now was certainly not the time to be caught chatting with a Riverclanner. She was a bit less focussed on clan divisions, half the time it was just the idiots in charge creating issues as Beanstar had done, and the rank and file were perfectly fine. She loved Twilightstar, and was as ready to avenge her as anyone, but if it were up to Deadmoon it would have been only Beanstar's head on the platter as opposed to as much damage as possible. No one was really asking her though. @PhantomFeurSturm

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Creekpelt
(Male-He/Him)
(30 moons)

Creekpelt listened to Wren speak. She was probably correct. Then he heard her say something about going. "What? Oh-yes. We probably should." He looked hopefully up at Wrenchaser. "See you later, yeah? I mean, I really like you, and talking to you. I wouldn't want this to be the last time we talk." He gave her a lopsided smile. As he spoke, he stood to go.

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It appeared that Creekpelt was interested in meeting again. A shock, really. Deadmoon had figured it would be a quick one and done with this whole date thing, and Mallowwhisker would give up. But apparently not. She....was shockingly ok with that. Despite the early hiccup he seemed quite a decent tom, and if he was willing to put up with her after seeing her paw....she really couldn't say no, could she? In a romantic sense at least, there were probably only a few cats who'd make such an exception. Better hang on and hope he didn't get disgusted with it in time. Hoping to break the conversation on a decent note, Deadmoon mewed Yeah. Maybe I'll see you at the next gathering. before getting to her feet as well, sliding around him and towards the crowd in front of the Seastones. @PhantomFeurSturm (Deadmoon out!)