[dionysus]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Bubbles? What a unique name! Not one that a show cat would have, Barracuda didn't think, but then again - maybe he was right. Barracuda wasn't exactly the best name for a show cat either, but that had never bothered him. He was just like his namesake - fierce, and he would rip you apart if you got in his way. Not she cats, though, the tom rarely fought with a she cat. Flirting was his specialty with that gender. Toms? If they bothered him, then he would push them aside. Rip them apart. If they were his competition, then they didn't stand a chance. Barracuda was fairly well-known in the show cat world, but it was near impossible to recognize him at this moment.

He looked more wild then before, but the grey and black streaked tom loved it. Too bad show cats were supposed to be groomed perfectly, be perfect to a 't,' because he wished he could keep this look for good. Oh well. It was easy enough to do, just roll around, run through the woods, be like a kitten for a while, and then he would be able to return to being a loner. Now, as far as telling her his own name... would she recognize it? "The name's Barracuda, sweetheart." He gave her a wink before twisting his tail around her own. Hmm... this wouldn't be much of a challenge, would it? Not as much as he would have liked, but then again, foolish cats were a pretty good thing to entertain himself with.

"So, Bubbles... that's a unique name. For a beautiful cat, hm? Where did you get your beautiful name from?" He asked. One thing that Barracuda had learned was that the more foolish the cat, the more compliments it was best to throw in. With every word you could get them drawn in further. Nyx had been a little harder, she seemed to like to play a game, and Iris had been fairly hard too. Not super difficult, but she had played hard to get and started flirting back with him. Well, he would see how this was going to go with Bubbles. Perhaps it would be easier then he was imagining.

Bubbles had noticed the tom eyeing her collar and lengthened her neck to show it off. It was her favorite one, and she loved when others admired it. It certainly accentuated her own beauty and Bubbles hated to take it off. While the she-cat was very naive and lacked any street smarts, she was smart enough to know how valuable it was and that many a cat would want it. Obviously, she didn't think any cat would stoop to stealing, so the molly wasn't worried. However, she would run as fast as possible back to her home if someone did try to take it, not possessing any fighting skills. Despite being on the heavier side, compared to warrior cats, Bubbles was fairly fast.

Bubbles admired the tom cat's fur while she waited for his name. The innocent little show cat wondered how he got it to that perfect spot between groomed and absolutely wild. At the moment it was...unruly. But not dirty or gross. Almost as if it was styled that way. Bubbles found that she liked the way it looked; it was unique to her, since she'd never seen a cat with fur like him before. "Nice to meet you, Barracuda." Bubbles meowed politely in response to the silver tom telling her his name. I sounded familiar, tickling her brain, but the Siamese couldn't think of where she'd heard it and soon gave up, knowing that it would probably come to her later. Bubbles felt his tail entwining with hers and flicked her ears backwards slightly, warning bells exploding in her mind. Bubbles was naive, yes, but that was simply because she'd never spent any time in the real world. She still had her instincts and they were telling her to get away. However, she wanted to stay and see what this Barracuda cat was all about, even if she was rather afraid.

At his question, Bubbles thought for a moment before answering, "I think it comes from my eyes. By housefolk thought they looked like bubbles." Bubbles was unaware how they had known what her eyes looked like when they were closed as a kit. She had no idea that she hadn't been named till after they'd opened. "Where'd you get your name?" Barracuda seemed an unnecessarily tough name to Bubbles since she had hardly witnessed any violence in her very sheltered life. Speaking of shelter, it was getting steadily darker and the Siamese really wanted to return home. She didn't want to be rude, however, and could only hope the conversation would speed up.