And there goes his relaxation. Biting back a groan of annoyance, his muscles immediately tensed again, blue eyes narrowing and locking onto the owner of the voice. Daisybloom. The tom didn't know her very well, and despite that, he thought that maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be as annoying as the others. Softprance felt slightly exposed; he had been caught in his most vulnerable moment. But he was sure she wouldn't tell anyone. Right? He had a reputation. A bad one, but a reputation nonetheless.

"...Sure." He'd finally reply, forcing his eyes back to the sky above. The colors had deepened, now with purple streaks. The cold tom would never in his life admit it, but he loved looking at the sky. No matter the time of day or weather, he always found it beautiful.

His thoughts faded back to his clan, and now to Daisybloom. Surely she knew he wasn't the best company? Since his arrival in Darkclan, he had started quite a few fights with his fellow clanmates, and he knew they still spoke of them.

Maybe he should attempt small talk? That's what clanmates did, right?

"Any....particular reason why you're out here as well?"

An eyebrow raised at the she-cat. Did she always speak like that? Was she scared of him? He wouldn't blame her if she was. The tom turned his head to look at her, but turned away again. He wasn't exactly sure why he'd come out here aside from wanting to be alone. Camp often got overwhelming for Softprance, causing him to lash out more.

Yet, even being alone was often overwhelming. He'd get consumed by his thoughts, more often than not negative. The older feline glanced at her again, forcing himself to relax. "I don't know. To think, I guess." He finally decided to say. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but he was too scared to let his thoughts be known to anyone other than himself. "Think about...another path I could have taken."

Words were hard. Just saying that was difficult for him. He was supposed to be cold; mean. Emotionless. Was this normal? To talk about feelings and emotions so openly? He didn't know, but it felt better than keeping it to himself.

His ear twitched. Normally he'd find this annoying, but much to his surprise, he didn't. Softprance listened intently, blue eyes glancing across the sky. His immediate thought was that she worried about too many things all at once. "Those things don't matter now, do they?" He asked, his voice distant as usual. "You're here now, in Darkclan as a warrior able to control your element." The pointed tom continued, flicking his tail. He was trying, for once.

"Since we're sharing...I often think about who I'd be if my parents were...well, parents, or if I actually tried having friends...It's so difficult." Admitting it made him feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Daisybloom didn't seem like the type to spread things around. He didn't trust her fully, of course, and would probably never in his life tell her - or anyone, for that matter - his deepest, darkest secrets.

"...Sorry, I think that was rude."

His ear twitched. Couldn't stop? That was a problem he knew all too well. His thoughts never stopped; even when he was asleep, his dreams were plagued. There were no cats that he hated more than his own parents. THEY were why he was this way. It was their fault. He couldn't have controlled what element he was born with.

And yet, he couldn't blame them. Dark elements weren't the most liked element, but at the same time, he was their kit. What was he supposed to do? Allow himself to die to Consumption? As if. As Daisybloom began speaking again, his ear swiveled towards her, eyes narrowing. "I don't like most of our clan." Softprance replied, biting back a growl. Most of them he found annoying, others he just didn't like.

"But I'd probably be dead if it wasn't for Darkclan."

His eyes snapped towards her, narrowing. "I don't want to dislike them. They just...annoy me." He'd never know why he was so annoyed by other cats. Well, Daisybloom seemed to be an exception. The young warrior didn't annoy him. At least, not yet.

"I'd leave, but I don't like the other clans either. Everyone just....annoys me." The pointed tom said, ears pinning back. He wanted to be like everyone else; to have friends, to be nice. But he was scared. Of what, he didn't know, and didn't want to know. But it frightened him to his core.

Was he afraid of being hurt? Of being left alone? Most likely, but he'd never admit it to himself, or to anyone else.

Softprance thought for a moment. Why did his clanmates annoy him? He had no particular reasoning for it. Perhaps it was the fact they didn't all have a tough life growing up, and it showed. Or perhaps some did, and were just as he was. Whichever reason it was, he couldn't pin it down.

"I don't know." He said after a moment. Why was he opening up to this she-cat? He'd never spoken to her before. Not to mention the fact she was quite a deal younger than he was. But she didn't seem the type; plus, she seemed shy.

Being alone was the scariest thing to her? He almost wanted to say he felt the same, but he held it back. He wouldn't show he was that weak in front of anyone; even this she-cat, despite the fact that'd already basically did. Give some cats a chance? He thought about it for a moment. It....was a valid thing to do. Something he should be doing, but he was stubborn. "Alright. I'll give someone a chance." Softprance replied, thinking for a moment. "You, then. Would you be my friend? Seeing as I've already told you more than I expected to."