Wandering aimlessly{Priviate}

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    Flamingriver nodded. "I see... so what do you uh do for.. fun?" He said as he tried to begin something. "Or do you not do stuff for.. 'fun'?" He asked hoping not to offend the she-cat.

    Fun. How she wished she had ever had fun. It was an unfamiliar word to her. She'd never had fun. Well as a very small kit she had, but that was before their father had found them. Nowadays even when he was dead and gone she spent much of her time running. Running from fear, pain, and the memories of what had happened that horrible day. Hansa couldn't-wouldn't-try and explain that to someone. "No I don't have fun. I'm too busy..." She whispered trailing off. To her suprise she added "Running." to the end of her sentence.


    OCC: Sorry for the late reply!

    Flamingriver was slightly startled when she said running. "Running from what may i ask?" He said with a slight bit of compassion on his face.

    That had been a stupid thing of her to say, now she would half to explain. Even if the idea terrified her. What was she running from? Thing she couldn't? She chose the simplest answer "The past."

    Flamingriver nodded. He decided not to ask further questions. He stared at the she-cat before turning away. He sighed to himself quietly. Don't think the clan is going to be to happy when discovering i am hanging out with a loner he thought to himself. He shrugged off the thought.

    Flamingriver heard the sigh and turned back. "I'm sorry i was just double-checking none of my clanmates were coming!" He said slightly apologetically.

    "NO it's okay. I wasn't sighing because I was annoyed or anything." Muttered Hansa in reply. Had she ever talked above a whisper? She seemed to shrink further inside her mind, as she relived this was the most she had talked in a very long time. Struck by the urge to know more about him she raised her head and look into his eyes with her light green ones. "Tell me about yourself. Please." asked Hansa.

    Flamingtiver turned towards her as she asked. He pondered on what to say. He then thought. "I don't really know where to start..
    he paused. "Well.. i at one point lost my sibling. She just.. disapeared. My memory kind of has gone into a blur" he said with sigh. "I don't really know why either" he said shrugging.

    Hansa went wided eyed when he told her he'd lost his sister. Maybe they had more in commen then she'd thought. 'I lost my sister too.' Hansa whispered, a little pain entering her voice. 'My father killed her.' She added half to herself, but for one moment one honrable moment her eyes shone with rage. For what her father had done, because he tore her family apaet. Then the rage disappeared, and she sunk back to the fear that waited with open arms.

    Flamingriver felt an over flow of pity. "[b]I know this probaly doesn't mean anything but i am truly sorry about your loss.." he said with his ears pivoted backwards. That must be why she is so fearful he thought to himself.

    If another cat had said that she wasn't sure she would have belived them. 'Amd I am sorry for your's.' She murmered in reply. Hansa knew what it was like to have lost someone, she only wished she had never met her father.

    Flamingriver dipped his head. "We should change the subject" he said as he forced back his sadness. He tried to give a smile.

    "THat's probley a good idea." Murmured Hansa in a distracted voice. She was trying to keep the memroies away. Things she wanted to forget came back all too easily. She glanced up at him trying to give a smile, and she smiled uncertainly as if the action was unfamiliar.

    "So tell me.. what is it like beyond the Clans territory?" He asked as he tried to keep the conversation a bit more.. optimistic. His ears were perked high as he waited for the she-cat to reply. He had not been much farther then Fourtrees. He watched her with his amber eyes fixed on her.