#ask coud

Letting out a heavy breath, the Silver shakes his head. "There are so many to meet," he laughs, sounding a bit tired. "I can’t wait to meet them all, though. We’ll pull this tribe together. They’re all priceless to me."

Exhaling gently through his nose, the young Silver lifts his eyes towards the sky, searching the clouds. "I know a lot of cats believe in me..." Grinning, he glances back towards the questioning stranger. "So I'll do my best."

"Who do I…" Like-like?An unconscious glance towards the camp exit belies his feigned ignorance. Not too long ago— barely the time it had taken the crafter to strip and weave a small reed— a dark tom had fled for some unknown excursion. An errand, an adventure, Coud couldn’t tell you, but the cat’s leave had caught his attention. Not perhaps because of the leave itself, but for the cat that had left. A cat that has held Coud’s eye ever since he had appeared in Water Tribe, even after the shock that came when he first saw the stranger’s dual-coloured tattoo. And the miserable self-reproach that he has subject himself to since then every time he caught himself stealing furtive glances at the young warrior apprentice. Lowering his gaze to his work, the Green-Water draws a claw carefully along the spiral of his hard work, guiding the sliver around the other. For some unknown reason, another face rises to mind; a monochrome visage with a coy yellow gaze he might liken to a fox. Why would he of all cats be conjured by such a question? Most likely, he muses with an absent smile, it is because of the other’s playful demeanor, and the thinly veiled implications hidden behind innocent words. Somewhere deep in his mind, an aptly described flame-point deputy rises, but reasons abound for the impossibility, and instead the yellow tattoo brings to mind another that has changed since Coud last saw it. The mental image of the white Shadow Triber is almost embarrassing to envision, considering the implication; a cat much older, much more mature, and if the rumors are true, long since otherwise engaged. Countless reasons more that the idea is foolish and, if nothing else, a tad entertaining.Mostly, now, his thoughts are running rampant with absentmindedness and a vague prompt. Anyone he’s met and grown fond of is special to him. But one figure, long cast into mystery by time and uncertainty, comes flawlessly to his mind’s eye. "I don’t know," he responds easily. All in all, the myriad of expressions and thoughts had only taken a few moments. "Actually, I don’t know if I am capable." Not seeming inclined to clarify, Coud returns to his work, winding a gem down through the weave.

Both ears flip up at the sight of the Earth Triber, and Coud can’t help a faintly sheepish grin. “Taren! Nah, how could I forget you?” Their meeting had been brief, and not one of the most well-timed introductions on Coud’s part, but it had been pleasant despite the circumstances. It had taken a while longer than he would’ve liked to find his sister after Earth Tribe had been forced to move into the Council of Spirits, but after assuring himself she was safe, he had gotten time to wonder about the other adolescent he had met.Actually, from the reformed exile’s behavior, Coud had reflected on whether he should be worried about his sister’s integrity. Then, on second thought, he had realized what a foolish idea that was; Iris could handle herself, and if anything, he should have been worrying about what she would do to any cat that tried to be too forward with her. Honestly, he’d considered worrying about Taren a few times, if the other tom-cat ever tried to get involved with Iris.Because, even from such a brief meeting, it was clear that Taren was a very mischievous creature. Almost… frisky. Yes, frisky was a good word.Is still a good word, the Green-Water thinks as his brows shoot up at the other cat’s gesture. “Well.” Raising a paw to his chin, he considers the question, head cocked. His opinion? “You’re very blunt, but not with your words,” he says finally. “Even if you don’t say something, it’s easy to know what you’re thinking.” Grinning, the crafter chuckles. “When we first met, I wasn’t very attentive, but I noticed that much about you. And, even after all this time, it doesn’t seem to have become any less true.”