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Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose padded briskly through the forest, her paws crunching softly against the chilled leaves scattered across the ground. She had set out that morning intending to stretch her legs and perhaps bring back some fresh prey, but so far, the crisp air had been quiet save for the occasional rustle of branches. Her breath puffed in white clouds as she scented the air, catching the faint trace of another cat. After a sniff, it was clearly ThunderClan, but curious enough to make her ears flick curiously.

Following the scent trail, she caught sight of Spidertongue ahead, his dark pelt blending with the shadows of the Westforest. She hesitated a moment. She wasn't too familiar with the tom despite him being Greypebble's brother. With a small amount of resolve, and perhaps emboldened by the fact that it only seemed the two of them at the moment, she approached.

“Hello, Spidertongue.” Her tone was light but laced with curiosity as she neared the tom, making sure to make herself obvious so not to startle. “Any luck finding anything to eat - or are you just out for a stroll?” She offered a friendly smile, hoping to bridge the gap of unfamiliarity.

He halted his walk for that moment and turned his head to the feline that had approached him. Spidertongue's orange eyes took sight of who it is, 'Leopardrose?...must be the mentor of Coyotepaw. I think.', he thought. Only knew the warrior's name when the apprentice ceremony was held moons ago and her name was mentioned. "Taking a stroll I suppose" the tom would answer back. "The forest. I do like looking around. Oddly even, when it gets too cold at times." He hardly could smile back at the she-cat, and instead nodded back to her. A gesture he thinks is his only respective expression, whenever he would have time to chat with clanmates. "You are. Leopardrose, right?" The warrior would ask. Spidertongue hoped he had gotten her name correctly, and maybe, even see what brings her outside of camp too. 

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise
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Leopardrose blinked at Spidertongue’s response, her smile faltering for just a heartbeat when he hesitated over her name. Her aqua eyes flicked downward briefly as the question settled uncomfortably in her chest. Leopardrose, right? Did that mean she was forgettable? The thought pricked at her insecurities, but she pushed it away, forcing her whiskers to twitch with forced nonchalance.

“Yes, that’s me.” A small, slightly awkward laugh bounced from her maw.“I suppose I don’t leave much of a lasting impression.”She tried to keep her tone light, but the words felt sharper than intended, so she quickly followed with a change of subject. “The forest looks quite different this time of the year - and it'll get even whiter when the snow comes.” She glanced at the barren branches above, lingering on a chickadee that perched far too high to hunt.

Her tone softened as she tilted her head, genuinely curious now. “What kind of things do you like to look at? I can tell you one of my favorite things... but you first."