Shooting Stars [c]

This was one of the rare times that Silverdusk had lingered in camp longer than they had to. Her bushy tail twitched once, twice, before making their way over to the fresh-kill pile. One thing she had learnt was that cats tended to not refuse your company when you brought free food with you. Their eyes skimmed over the pile, eventually landing on a fat squirrel. Squirrel was always a safe choice, no one in ThunderClan they had met so far disliked their most abundant prey, they hoped Nightdancer was the same. She had no clue what had overcome her today, but she wanted to talk to the black warrior. She was the only warrior who could even understand how Silverdusk felt, and seeing as their cowardice hadn't gotten out yet, maybe Nightdancer actually liked them. Which, they couldn't understand, the older she-cat should hate them. Wiggleworm may have assured them that she was brace, and had done the right thing, but... As ThunderClan lost more and more, it didn't feel that way.

Across camp the silver warrior spotted Nightdancer's black pelt, as she was about to vanish through the bramble tunnel. "Nightdancer!" called out Silverdusk, picking up the squirrel and smoothly padding over to her. "Keep me company? You do not have to though, I see you are about to leave." They gazed down at the warrior hopefully.

A soft smile spread across Silverdusk's face as the older warrior accepted her offer, even calling it an honour. Their whiskers twitched at the unexpected compliment, but she would address it later, for now they followed Nightdancer happily. The sunlight that filtered through the canopy was inviting, gently warming Silverdusk's pelt as they stepped into it. "I can see why. You have great taste. Let's sit." The tall molly slid onto there belly and placed the squirrel between the two of them. "I hope you like squirrel, I was not sure what you preferred." they mewed, lazily sweeping their tail back and forth.

There was silence as the reason she had wanted to speak to Nightdancer, became more pressing. Silverdusk had never been the best at conversation, or bringing up difficult topics. Somehow they had summarised the entire battle to the entire clan in about two sentences. It wasn't due to a lack of care, they were just straightforward and blunts, words were not to be minced and the truth was not to be hidden. Lately though, that did not seem to be the best approach, but she didn't know how else to go about it. Nor did they want the black she-cat to feel like she was being cornered. It would be best to get it over with, waitng to ask important questions out of fear of hurting others had only hurt them more. "I must ask, Nightdancer..." they began, turning her green gaze onto the warrior "... You said before it would be honoured to keep me company, I am glad you have joined me, but I do not understand why it is an honour? I mean this kindly, but I have disgraced ThunderClan, I do not see it as honourable to sit with me. Not anymore."