Kittypet meets Windy Clan cat (open)

Pinestripe was awake. Of course, that was an odd thing for him to be. Awake.
He was out fetching herbs for the coming leaf-bare, which was basically already upon them. Snow was falling from the dull overcast sky, as he trenched his way through the light buildup. He needed fresh remedies, as the ones he had were getting old and dry. The top of his priorities list was catmint and herbs for the common cold, but he would take a couple of hours and trips to camp to sweep the territory of any last harvests. He headed for the edges of the territory first, as to get the longest trips done. He had slightly smelled a Windclan cat's scent trial all the way to the Riverclan border, but he paid no attention. It was hard to smell through the weather anyways, and he kept his head down. Only when he could hear the trotting off hooves in the distance did he look up to see two cats at the Horseplace. He scanned what he could see around for any herbs he could get and decided to go up to the fellows ahead. He could get the Windclan cat to help him gather, anyways. He smelled again and recognized Honeystep from his golden spotted pelt. He chirped to announce himself and flicked his tail to the black cat on the fence, looking up. Snow had gathered on his tan pelt, he shook it off before settling. He didn't intend to participate in chat, but he sat and curled his tail for warmth, listening.

Pinestripe decided to speak. Flicking off snow, he began speaking. "We share a home," He looked directly at Honeystep and continued flatly, "I don't know about being friends."
He didn't mean anything harsh about the last half of his sentence, he just never spoke to most of his Clanmates. He didn't really mind not bonding with any of them. He thought it might as well be best for a medicine cat. Even thinking that, he looked at his paws, somewhat ashamed to not know anything about his Clanmates.
Snow kept falling around them and he desired to keep searching, before the snow piled enough to cover any plants. It would be terrible to search for things through smell of course. He could smell the horses right now, but weaker scents of faded plants would be terrible.
His mind shifted back to the kittypet and the young warrior. He looked up again, at the kittypet. The strange cat would for sure have more questions for them. Kittypets didn't know about the Clans right? He wished they did. Kittypets always would ask all sorts of things, it kind of got old after the first few times.
He tried not to think bitterly.