Good morning miss antisocial :)

[♫~Vanilla~♫]

Cats begun to stir outside the den, easily heard as they embarked on the dawn patrol. Bird song echoed through the forest, another signal that a new day was starting. Mistybrook awoke from her sleep, letting her forelegs out in a stretch, her jaws parted as she let out a raspy yawn. Her bright, baby blue eyes opened to glance around at the familiar scenery that surrounded her. Same old medicine den, complete with the piles of herbs and mixtures of the former. Light streamed through the entrance, leaving dappled shadows across the front of her.

She sat down, wispy tail curled over her hind paws. Her fur was all messed up from sleeping, so she ran her tongue over it to mat it down. Her coat was made of subtle tones, mostly a milky off white that was stained only by a hints of gray. The StormClan Medicine cat wasn't the puffiest, but neither was she very sleek. Her lanky legs where held against her body in the position she sat, a habit she picked up from her mentor.

Mistybrook still missed her late mentor. She was the only friend that she had acquired over her lifetime. Kind and gentle, and very patient; not that she had to be. Mistybrook was an excellent student to her, with a lightning fast memory. It was as if she was destined to become a medicine cat. As much as she enjoyed her job, the she-cat wanted nothing more than a day without any patients. This was usual for her, but for a different reason. On normal circumstances, this would mean her clanmates where healthy and happy. But nowadays, she wanted to sit in silence and mourn her only friend. Her conversations she had with the cat who now resides in StarClan had made one thing clear; Sagefur wanted her to get over it and be happy. But that just wasn't possible when there was no one left for her.

This predicament is what brought an old feeling back. The young medicine cat had always wanted kits, but once she agreed to take up the job she dearly loved, the dream of a family was crushed. She was torn now, between her desire to do as StarClan wished her to, and to follow her own heart. Logically, it wouldn't matter which she chose. Mistybrook was so painfully shy that the tom would have to like her. No tom would even notice her as quiet as she was, let alone find her a prospect as a mate. She sighed, and trotted out from her den to snatch a mouse off the fresh-kill pile. Then, promptly, without saying a word to anyone, she returned to her den to eat.

[shaadow]

Solarfang plodded to the pile of food. He picked a mouse after several minutes of debate. Food chosen he now had to find someplace to eat. As he was looking he noticed Mistybrook, the Clan's Medicine Cat retreating to her den. She seemed lost lately whenever he had seen her, he felt sorry for her and he wanted some company. So decision made he made his way to her den and hesitated outside, What if she really wants to be left alone? He thought extending and re-settling his wings, more disturbed than he ought to be by the thought. After several moments of debating with himself on how stupid his decision was he quietly called into the den, "D-D-Do you want some c-c-company?" Hoping foolishly that she would welcome him, and part of him berating himself for his stupid stutter he developed every time he spoke to a she-cat.

[♫~Vanilla~♫]

Mousedung, she thought to herself. The mental tone was not that of anger or frustration more of a matter of fact, 'oh woopee'. A voice could be heard coming from outside the den. It definitely belonged to a tom, and she could deduce it was one without much courage. "Come in, Solarfang," there was only one cat that voice could belong to and it was him. It smelled as he was holding prey, and to be honest, she was getting a bit hungry, so the offer of company and food sounded pretty good. "Are you hurt?" She inquired before she got too comfortable with the idea of just spending some time with another cat.

She decided to turn around and face the other cat, for Mistybrook was the farthest from rude you could get. Her eyes shined like the moonpool, though their depth was filled with sorrow. Her melancholy lifestyle wasn't especially bad for her. She did what was required and spent the rest of her time in silence. The medicine cat did wish for more out of life, but this was all she could bring herself to do. She looked at Solarfang, relieved when she didn't see any wounds. If he had an ailment it was probably something like a bellyache. Not hard to cure at all. She glanced across the room to check if she had the proper herbs to heal such minor problems, luckily she did.

[shaadow]

Aug 14, 2010 14:00:44 GMT -8 ♫~Vanilla~♫ said:

[/font] "Are you hurt?".[/quote]

"N-no, I was just going to eat by myself when I noticed you coming here," Solarfang stammered after he put his mouse down. "I have been rather busy lately and was just looking for some company. If you would rather be left alone I can leave." He looked down at his paws uncomfortably, which would have been an amusing site if he didn't look quite so pathetic. He was silently regretting his decision, though she was definitely an attractive she-cat. Her eyes hinted at sorrow tainted by duty, they are what compelled him to come her and make a fool of himself.
He sat tensely waiting for her answer. If she told him to he would leave and probably become a hermit, or as much of one as he could be in the Clan.

[♫~Vanilla~♫]

(OOC: Rejection once turns him into a hermit? Poor Solarfang. xD)

Mistybrook blinked, wondering why the male was so nervous. As shy as she was, the medicine cat had no problem speaking without stammering. She just kept quiet as possible, as she was somewhat afraid of conversing. She laughed lightly, something she hadn't done in a very long time. "If you want to stay I have no objections," being introverted didn't make her a mouse-brain, in fact she was the opposite. Very studious, she was an excellent pupil for her late mentor to work with. Her name was received earlier than most, thank StarClan. If she hadn't gotten her name then, there would be no one to give it to her. She winced internally at that thought.

Thoughts of her mentor would always be swirling in her mind, but right now she was also thinking about the tom in front of her. Solarfang wasn't the most courageous warrior in the clan, but she could tell he had a kind heart. It was actually kind of funny when he stammered like that. She tried not to laugh, but before when she had to answer him, the chuckles just sort of... escaped? "I'm hungry, so you wouldn't mind sharing that mouse, would you?" She asked politely, although he already somewhat offered.

Her off-white, creamy coat received even less light now that the figure of another cat stood in the entrance. The light seal point markings on her pelt were stained by shadows, turning them a stormy gray. The many highlights in her wide eyes had been reduced to just a few, though the baby blue color would not fade. She sighed internally, hoping Solarfang was doing this just as a friendly gesture. He must realize that she is a medicine cat, therefore prohibited to take a mate. The pair would be an awkward, but sweet match had Mistybrook had the interest in a warrior's life. She remembered her thoughts earlier, how she was still deciding... She snapped her focus back to the real world.