Originally Posted by S t a r (Post 841217) ( @Pluto ) Darkpaw ignored his tone and the mistake in her name. "Yep! So glad you remembered!" She giggled and gave him another smile. She'd crack him eventually. Her dark pelt glistened as she shook it out, feeling uncomfortable all of the sudden. She wasn't sure why. She couldn't shake the feeling of.. being watched. She glanced around and her eyes fell upon.. another dark cat. Their features blotted out by the dark, their blindingly white eyes and grin. Her eyes widened for a moment, fear filling her sky blue eyes. The apprentice fought back a shudder, the whispers turning to screams. Her heart raced. She plastered on a smile but she couldn't hide the fear in her eyes. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to seem nonchalant about it. But she couldn't escape the feeling of being watched. She couldn't escape her fear. She was fine. Yes. She was fine.

Burningspark watched her give him one of her many grins impassively. It seems that she just can’t give up. He sighed. However, he found her next movements surprising. The gaze filled with fear, her uncharacteristic nervous laugh. His golden gaze turned behind him, trying to find who Darkpaw was scared of, but it seemed whoever - or whatever - it was had disappeared. Burningspark was on guard in a moment. “What are you so afraid of?” He asked shortly. The dark tom flicked his scarred tail, wondering what had set the peppy apprentice off.

Burningspark watched her carefully, ears flicking as he listened to her laugh and watched her body language. Sure as hell wasn’t nothing. He thought with a curious frown. He wasn’t concerned, just surprised and curious. “If it wasn’t nothing, why are you trying to hide it? And don’t tell me it was nothing because we both know it is something.” However, if she refused his offer, he wouldnt give her another. Burningspark had long since refrained himself from chasing cats. If they weren’t going to give him what he wanted, he would find another way to get it.
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He was surprised by Doetufts sudden fierceness. He hadn’t expected the blind she-cat to really be a fierce one, even if he hadn’t really expected her to be a pushover either. And old man? “I’m hardly older than you.” He huffed. “And while I may not have had my mother try to kill me, at least you got to know her. When my home went up in flames, I got burned beyond recognition. It didn’t matter if even got burned or not, because not a single member of my kin gave a cat’s meal about me.” His tone was bitter and full of anger that he tried to push down. Inadvertently, he had just let this she-cat know more about his past than any other cat that wasn’t kin. “But if it is only respect you require, I can grant you that at least.” His tone calmed down and he sat, looking over the she-cat with a new perspective. Apparently some cats were worth getting to know, though Burningspark could hardly say that about most cats. “However, for the rest of the clan, that is yet for me to decide. Not many cats act like they’ve been through anything or have the self-worth to own up to their pasts.” He mewed, dark russet tail flicking as he glanced away from Doetuft around the clearing.