[Willie Warf]

Originally Posted by Naiad

The snowy molly's ears flicked up at the voice, immediately understanding this was an experienced Dark Forest cat. Most newbies were so easy to find it was laughable, but this cat, whom she assumed to be a tom, seemed quite adept at concealing his location. "I haven't decided yet." She said simply. The she-cat sat and began grooming her scraggly fur. "You sound awfully confident though," she croaked, a smirk forming on her features, "Why hide? You're obviously a very intimidating cat. Hiding in the shadows from a frail old she-cat." He tone was mocking and condescending.

Iceblood was far from frail, despite her appearance. Under her tattered pelt was lean muscle, hidden not only by her emaciated form, but her sunken face and dull eyes. Any living cat would think she was dead. The ivory molly chuckled at her musing. She no longer searched the dense undergrowth of the thicket, it was pointless. This cat knew how to hide, and obviously wanted something from her other than a fight if he were waiting this long to strike.

@QueenCocaHead

"I know how strong you are. There's nothing frail about you." Beetlechuckled before hopping smoothly out of his tree. He came up to her, always staying within her line of sight. He sat a few mouse lengths away and bowed his head, saving alert nonetheless "Lady Iceblood. I've heard quite a lot about you. I've come to ask you to join me."