"hey, cassy, how're you?" greeted the ginger Abyssinian, hazel gaze flickering above them. woah. he never usually paid any attention to the stars, but they were beautiful! he then laid on his back as well, making out shapes in the dark glittery sky.
"so..." he trailed off, catching a glimpse of a shooting star. "woah! make a wish! hurry!" the archangel bounced up, gazing at the stars in awe then looking at the ivory wolf. she was truly beautiful, also.
"what'd you wish for?" the ginger feline asked curiously, wondering if she would tell him. you know, one thing about hicky is that, he doesn't like that respect others give him, he doesn't even care about his rank. he wanted to be respected in a way like he was any old warrior, yet, he could not get that.