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Originally Posted by Ludicrous Lunacy
Ugh. That was the one word that could describe the grey cat's mood. Her brother bejewled with kits and the reank of his mate, she was all but a mere shadow. This wasn't right. Through her hazy memory, her knowledge of him, she knew he was far too weak to be the one any cat admired. A sniveling little coward, he was, a mere whisper on the brisk wind. All buttercups and marigolds, not a speck of dirt on his paws, she reckoned; Russetstar probably made sure of that. And so, the molly walked alongside the border, her dullish silver coat reflecting the refracted light that danced on any dawdling dewdrop. Beautiful, splendid, sure, but nearly sizzling. She practically had steam billowing from her hind-flicked ears. The molly was so busy fuming that it took her a heartbeat--a vital heartbeat--to notice the tom before her. Hastily maintaining her composure, the femme meowed in a voice flowing smooth as the river and with the venom of a wasp sting, "Hello, there. Who might you be?" |
At the sound of a voice, Burn turned to see a pretty molly, her silver fur shining in the dim light of the early morning. Burn could feel anger radiating off of her, and he cocked his head slightly at the venemous tone in her words. Ouch. A little on the feisty side, aren't we? Burn flicked his ears a little, looking into the she-cat's blue hues for a few moments. The silence dragged on, but that is what Burn wanted. It made him more intriguing. At last, he cleared his throat and spoke. "Well, I might be Burntheart, just a simple Thunderclan warrior, patrolling the border." Burn was clever and smart. Of course he ha thought to use his old warrior name in a situation like this one. That way, she wouldn't question him being out here. He was all alone though, normally patrollers went with a, well, patrol. Oh well, Burn was smart. He would now how to handle any questioning this she-cat threw at him, an once she trusted him.... Burn would have his fun, breaking her heart that is. He wouldn't intentionally break her heart, no. He couldn't do that. She would do that part. Because she-cat's hearts were extremely fragile. And just leaving them could break it. Burn had learned that the hard way. It happened with Mapleheart.
But Burn would not think about her right now. Right now, it was about this she-cat in front of him. A Riverclan she-cat by the smell of her. Perfect, just perfect. And Burn meant it. He hadn't yet met many Riverclan cats, and so this was going to be fun for him. "And who are you? I expect you to have some watery name? If not, please don't take any offense." Burn had to play his cards carefully right now. He had no idea what this cat was like, so he had to try and seem vague with his own personality he wa going to portray until he knew what she was like. So Burn was going to be hanging around this place for a while.