April Solarite gathering — fire it up, fire it up

<sub>He and Dawnstar seemed like polar opposites; she was a confident and wise woman, while he was potentially older yet somehow much more under experienced than she. Perhaps if he was sober right now, then he would have even be scared by her glances; but luckily the herbal seeds he scarfed down too the edge off of everything, and the world slowed down, down, down until it spun around and sped back up to date (or even faster, if possible).

He had no choice but to speak back once the pretty and darker striated cat spoke, throwing her words casually towards him. Were they supposed to be rivals? Fire versus water? In the older times they would fight head to head, though Larkstar did not know what to make of all these politics. It seemed like everyone was an enemy. But if "the enemy of my enemy was my friend", then was everyone his friend as well? Ah. Confusing.

"Hi." His words were short, avoiding long sentences in case his speech slurred. But his tongue moved faster than his mind, and fumbling words toppled past his lips. "How're-you?" The paler ginger tomcat had asked very quickly, blinking his dark eyes at the CreekClanner.</sub>