ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENS | PRIVATE

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Oh, this was all so very, for a lack of better words, worrisome, troubling, strange. It seemed so far, from his short time in WindClan so far, he was often the most anxious one. People found him to be quite strange, but he didn't particularly care about their opinions of him, rather their actions involving him. How they perceived him did matter, but it was the instant gratification that imminent action produced which he was most concerned. They saw him as skittish and jittery, but it was the newfound face of Jin-Ri that he considered to be most reminiscent with such. Not that he frowned upon it. Only, their interaction so far had been shaky, to say the least. He'd already succeeded in causing her to react so violently as to flinch from his actions, and he knew how crucial the actions of others were. Therefore, him leading her to camp quietly was, well, stranger than most other encounters he's had, because he had to be the one to truly watch how he acted.

Not that he particularly minded, after all. Being a gentleman of high standards, Aristotle would go into great lengths to ensure the comfort of anyone. As they neared camp, the tabby remained alongside Jin-Ri, peering at the cabins in the distance. "The- the expanse of the moor is quite immense, but the camp is welcoming and comfortable, quite like the people." the scruffy tomcat hummed, a gentle smile placed tentatively upon his features. Green-blue eyes flickered over to the smaller cat, sweeping over the sight of the snow-covered hilltops. "It's very cold." he furthered mused in sarcastic observation, a faint distain trapped in his tone, the tilt of his lips growing somewhat more wry.

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The sight of warm cabins topped with snowy roofs filled his gaze as the two of them padded into camp, golden glows of activity filtering through their windows. It was cozy, and while he had yet to situate himself with a cabin of his own, he admired it fully. Turning his gaze, the scruffy youth glanced over the expanse of the camp, narrowly avoiding making eye contact with the straggling few that lingered outside, despite the icy chill which dried the air of its moister and painted the landscape with powdery snow. Lapsed into a moment of quietness, Aristotle took in her words in a silence consideration, a hum of thoughtfulness rising from his throat. "Well," the islander began after a moment, words eloquently pressed with his thoughts. "You can patrol the borders and keep an eye out for people at the border. You could hunt for the clan, or even hold little events for people to participate in. People have recently been passing out scarves to keep others warm in this chilly weather, for example." Aristotle paused, pale gaze flickering down to the ground as he continued lightly. "You don't really have to earn your keep, Madam. As long as you treat people kindly, we're happy to have you, regardless."

Shrugging his shoulders in one fluid motion, Aristotle's blue-green eyes turned back up to the cabins, caught on one of the larger cottages amongst those flanking them. "Ah, that's the medicine cabin, right there." he'd informed, flicking an ear absently. Mulling over a thought, his countenance was brightened, the tilt of his accented voice lifting to something a tad more enthusiastic. Turning to Jin-Ri, he informed almost excitedly: "There's a library, too, if that's something you'd want to see."

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