One of the newer members of SkyClan was standing in the doorway, looking equal parts curious and awkward. It wasn’t that he didn’t know if this was the medicine den – in fact he had spent quite a bit of time in here after the storm, seeing if anything could be done about the memory loss he had apparently suffered. No, he didn’t want to intrude on Saffrongaze if she was busy, particularly since it wasn’t something urgent.
As she turned, a beaming grin settled on the tom’s maw and he blinked his bright green eyes at her in greeting. It was true what other members of SkyClan said about him; he was odd. His fur was split, with large chunks of long russet fur sticking out of his short black fur. It was as though someone had attached the fur of another feline to him, and it didn’t even seem to match in the way that patches did on calicos. Still, Mapletoes – that was his name, and it still gave him a thrill to think of – didn’t seem to mind this whatsoever. He tilted his head to the side, maybe a bit more than looked normal, and swished his patched tail before settling back on his haunches.
“Good day t’ya, Miss Saffrongaze,” He purred out, ears twitching even without the presence of any other noise around him. “I trust that things are going well for ‘ya, yeah?” Despite his oddity, his smile was genuine, and he seemed to wait patiently for a response from her.