♡ The new territory was still something strange to her. Sure, it hadn't been all that long since they had settled, but perhaps part of her hoped that she would have grown to recognize at least parts of it by now. It wasn't quite home yet, but she was determined to make it so. Why? She couldn't quite say, other than the inevitability of the fact, but perhaps some part of her soul yearned to feel like she did before in the old territory. When she was high up in a tree with the warmth of a setting's sun ray on her back, where she felt as free as a bird and yet as grounded as a tree itself, whose roots grew so deep into the earth that no being could ever hope to dig it up. But this was not quite that yet. This still held unfamiliarity. And as she stood with her paws hesitantly on that invisible border between the heart of the SkyClan camp and the rest of the territory out there, she could feel her heart pinging for that tree of hers.
And so she did a very brave thing. Her head turned from the way ahead to those behind her, to the heart of the camp and the figures to be seen. The first of which her dual-colored eyes landed on was to be her intended victim. A man she didn't know all that well except for in passing, but knew at least enough to know he was kind. Perhaps that would seem such a very miniscule descriptor to put one's faith in, but for one whose trust was so rarely won over with any real certainty, it showed the ounces of faith that she put in that silver-furred tom. Hurricanegaze. There was something about him that had always been a little bit inviting. Maybe it was because he was kind, but even that never seemed to quite fit. He was scarred, and as complex as the rest of them, but perhaps he felt like some sort of caretaker. Perhaps his work in the garden was being projected. But he was someone worth giving a chance, and for Gentlewish, that was a very big thing indeed. "Uhm, Hurricanegaze? she called out softly, "...I don't suppose you would want to go walking with me? Only... I'm still not very... sure about this place and I don't want to get lost," her ears flattened back with the softest hint of embarrassment, though whether out of having to ask for someone to hold her paw and walk her around the territory, or for the fact she was even saying anything at all in the first place was quite uncertain, "and I was.. maybe hoping that... you might tell me more about your garden? Or at least... talk?"