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He wasn’t nosy in the slightest. Smokethroat liked his privacy and he minded his own business unless something became bothersome enough to make his business. Cats talking to one another in their own little circles were ignored unless they acted suspicious in any way and then he tuned in long enough to see if it was worth being wary of. He was never chatty, but he was talking more because it was impossible not to function in a group such as RiverClan without speaking up and he certainly needed to adjust to it now given the responsibilities he’d taken on.
It would have been so easy to say no to Cicadastar, it would’ve been simple to withdraw back into his old haunting habits. But he’d said yes, a small part of him wanted that sense of community, and was flattered at the observation of his skills. The dark tom was not the bragging sort, he felt if you truly wished to show what you were made of you did so in actions and not words, but positive attention wasn’t SO bad. He didn’t like the spotlight and he didn’t like being looked at by so many cats, but the warmth of acknowledgement had fueled his fire and he was even more determined to keep trying; in his own awkward way.
Off to the side the dark tom watched Frostpaw and Spiderfall talking to one another. There had always been something that caught his eye with the two of them though he could never quite place it, something oddly familiar about Frostpaw especially though it could have been nothing. Smokethroat’s own uncertainty and misgivings made him pay a little more attention to what the two were discussing than he really should have and he realized he might be eavesdropping a moment too late to not catch bits of the chatter. But he did hear something…
On heavy paws he pushed himself up to approach, head high and tail flicking in a silent greeting, “Sorry-didn’t mean to overhear, but what was it you just said Frostpaw? A name?”
@SPIDERFALL. | @FROSTDROP.