Dawnlark Plains I am not throwin' away my shot

i'm coming back from the dead to post, let's get this bread

The taller man presented himself as Silvermist of Thunderclan, no wonder he looks laid back and carelessly introducing himself. Should the golden man entertain the silver one? He already started the conversation with his introduction, there was no beating around the bush though, he already knew, "Goldenwind, I am from Windclan" he said simply. What more could he say? What else could they talk about other than the fact that their homes were destroyed and everyone they knew and love had fleed or was dead.

The golden male didn't want to entertain the idea of why Silvermist was here, that was obvious, but it was quite coincidental that he ended up in the same place as Goldewind. The younger male didn't say anything more and just let the sound of the breeze carry out the silence as he turned his head towards the mountains and beyond that loomed them. His fur danced and intertwined with his orange gaze on the land before them, what can he do? Stay by himself and just live the rest of his days as a loner? Or was there another calling that Starclan had in mind for him