Success. Her lie had seemed to slip right past the defenses that Cosmo had up, and Flute felt a twinge of pride flutter in her chest. Though she had perfected the craft over the years of travel she had underpaw, it still amazed her at how good she could be. Watching Cosmo through inquisitive yet thoughtful eyes, she was tempted more to peel back the layers and get to know who this tom really was. "That's a unique name. Cosmo... like the stars in the sky. I've heard upwalkers call them by so many names. Where I'm from, the stars meant a lot." That part was true; her Native American owners had always spent much of their time looking towards the stars for guidance.

Flute hadn't given much thought to the forest, not like her brother Chief did. After all, venturing far from their home had been his idea; she had just tagged along so her brother didn't get his arrogant self killed. "Truth be told, I haven't ventured that far out." She feigned a shudder, casting a look of fear over her face as she closed her eyes and shook her head. "I feel as though the cats that dwell there hunt each other for sport. I've heard bloodcurdling cries arise from there a few times. Not pleasant, and definitely not the place for me." Another lie. She felt as though if there were bigger groups of traveling cats, she might fit in better. If there was structure... reassurance... "As for the city, it's too... dirty for me. I like the freedom of deciding where to go without the worry of having claws in my back at every turn." Flute laughed at that, tipping her head and casting a sideways look at Cosmo. "You seem like the kind of cat that might hold their own in either place. Where would you go, if you had to choose? And don't say back to your humans - that's an easy out."