private MEDLEY ♱ KESTRELSONG

[VULTURESONG]

They were on a patrol and paired for checking their borders. It was a boring task, but it was necessary. She was quite relieved when she was to be paired with Kestrelsong. Not because they were friends (they weren't), but because the molly was bearable. She was not a talkative sort, which was a bonus. Vulturesong was miserable when paired with chatty warriors, considering she loathed small talk. Though it made sense for them, as Vulturesong herself was reserved. She had been raised in Shadowclan as a kit, and yet there was little known about her outside of her family. No one outside of her family knew what was her favorite food, what was her favorite season, and what were her hobbies. It made sense that other clanmates would want to know something to have some footing in conversing with her. However, she didn't operate that way. She'd rather them be direct than spend precious time asking her for the millionth time how was the weather.

With Kestrelsong she didn't have to worry about wasted breathes. If they talked it was brief and about the task at hand. The silence that filled the air between them was comfortable. Quickly their task was done and they would be on their way, but she would tarnish the silence between them. They'd been paired a few times before and each time it wasn't agonizing. For that, she felt some credit was due. As they would make their way back home she would begin, "I find myself enjoying your company. Thank you for not talking my ear off. I wouldn't mind being paired more often. That is all I have to say." True to her word she remains silent, stormy eyes looking ahead as they continue their way to camp.

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[Kestrelsong]

The umber tabby didn't care about Shadowclan, really. She had gained the same habit from her mother, despite being born and raised in the marshes. There were only a few things that sparked her interested or she cared about, namely her mother and siblings or fighting. Everyone preferred to walk on glass and not hurt other's feelings, a little lie to garnish the truth. Kestrel, though? No. Whatever appeared in her mind, whatever she thought about you- she would say it. Vulturesong was a similar person to herself, blunt and straight to the point. She too was named after a bird and had the same suffix such as herself, but she was older than the other female. Kestrelsong didn't bother to entertain the ivory warrior during their border patrol and simply did as they were tasked (the faster done, the better). Vulturesong seemed to have other plans as they came closer to camp, remarking about her companionship and giving thanks.

Her vivid heterochromatic gaze shifts towards the other warrior and gives an unamused blink, her tail giving a flick as she rumbles, "Thanking me is quite weird." The warrior states bluntly, as her gaze shifts forward. "However, I suppose I can say the same." Kestrelsong remarks as she lets out a mute yawn. Her strides keep the pace of Vulture's, her long limbs ready to carry her on the winds if desired. She didn't inherit her mother's small frame nor her beautiful coat (besides the tabby part) as she looked quite odd compared to her siblings and mother. It didn't matter, though, as Kestrel was a more rabid dog than a feline. As long as the ivory she kept her lips quiet, instead of rambling about idiotic things and stayed in her own place, she wouldn't mind being paired with them.
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