Flamingtail walked carelessly into the trees, the soft grass beneath his feet. Confident of what he would find, he weaved through bushes and tree trunks to find a light brown tabby she-cat. Her golden eyes drifted off into space. The chilly, proud leader of OrchidClan was here, sitting on her lonesome in exhaustion. He didn’t hesitate, meowing, “You look like a Queen hiding from her teething kits.” His tone was a contradiction of his “usual” cheerful self. The fun tom everyone could either laugh or roll their eyes at. Like clouds covering the sun, there was a colder demeanor to his teasing. In all honesty, Morningstar was a darn sharp cat sometimes. Add that to the fact they grew up somewhat alongside one another; it was clear that there was no reason to bother doing his act for Morningstar.

He kept himself slightly low so as not to tower over her. Even if Morningstar happened to be his ex-rival and could be a grouch- even by his standards as one of the grouchiest around- she was still his leader. He always understood to respect those chosen by StarClan, but he never forgot that they were still cats like him. “Well? What’s got you looking like you might pass out any moment, far from camp with silverpelt almost over our heads?” The dying light of day made his fur take on an even darker shade of red, glittering in his yellow eyes.

Morningstar silently cursed the stars, she had only wanted a little while of peace to herself. Just some time where she didn’t need to have her mind in hyperdrive planning and calculating the next moves that would be best suited for the clan. However the voice that pierced her tranquility was a familiar one. One that might have caused a growl in their younger years but instead her ears flickered lazily towards the sounds of his voice. Turning her head slightly to face the newfound body amongst the willows her tail flicked in greeting.

“I would be losing all my lives before you found me passed out from exhaustion, I assure you of that, Flamingtail” she scoffed, but not in a hostile manner - one more akin to sarcasm or a light joke. However she pondered his inquiries and offered him a careful shrug of her shoulders, “it’s been a busy moon and I just needed a moment away from the noise. Some time to escape it all for a few moments. Or have you come to drag me back?” She trailed, a teasing tone reaching her voice.

Flamingtail settled down a fox length away from his leader; having pitted the poor she-cat, he simply sighed, “Not at all. How could I when I know how hard you work? Besides, the Clan is at peace for the moment.” He had been staring at the fire-red sky before his gaze returned to her, his voice a gentle tease, “You know, the Clan could use a break from your irritable attitude. Maybe relaxing would help more than rushing everywhere without any proper rest.” His bright tail curled and swayed as Flamingtail purred, apparently finding himself amusing. “Though, I can’t be one to talk, can I? At least, not completely.”