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Originally Posted by Spirit
Moondancer, a pretty egyptian mau warrior, shook her head as she exited the warriors den and came into the clearing. Her pelt was stunning as always, even though she had done all she could to roll around in her nest as she woke up, to make her fur look fuzzy and non-tended, but as usual, it had not worked - It was as glued into the perfect, pretty position.
Sighing at the knowledge of this, she peered around the clearing for any approaching toms. She had found that her looks were quite appealing to most toms, and had grown into constantly being aware of tom cats in fright that they might fall in love with her.
Securing that none of the nearby toms were looking at her round-eyed, she approached the fresh-kill pile, holding her head down a tad. However not because of the tom thing, but knowing that her identical twin sister was probably on her way to the fresh kill pile at this same moment, thinking the same thing and looking around cautiously like Moondancer herself. She felt ashamed of missing her, seeing that her sister resided in RiverClan.
Finally reaching the fresh-kill pile, she quickly picked out a nice salmon, before walking to the edge of the clearing, where she settled down to eat.
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Ocelotpath padded out of the Warriors' Den and yawned, stretching out in a tired manner. He was sore- although he would have preferred not to show it. He shook his head a little, as though to clear it, and then proceeded to the fresh kill pile. He was about to grab a sparrow from it when he noticed a silver warrior there. She seemed almost distressed about something. Ocelotpath was pretty good at picking up that sort of thing, and especially when the other cat was moving so gingerly as Moondancer. She didn't seem to have noticed him, walking away a moment later. Curious, Ocelotpath picked the sparrow up and brought it over near Moondancer, flashing her a friendly smile. "Hello!" He mewed in his usual, friendly purr. He wasn't quite sure how she would react to him having invited himself over...but surely she wouldn't mind, right? We're clanmates, after all. And there's no problem with being friendly, Ocelotpath told himself, giving the she cat another friendly grin. From her stance, she looked a little as though she were half expecting cats to just jump out at her. Huh. What's up with her, anyway? Ocelotpath thought, narrowing his hues a little as he looked at her. She was a pretty she cat; there was no way to miss that. But then again, he had never really been much of a romantic...the whole idea seemed a little silly to him, if he were being honest. Other cats could have their long, complicated romances...if Ocelotpath ever did want to settle down and see if he could find the right she cat, he wouldn't make it more complicated then it needed to be. At least, he hoped he wouldn't...and there I go again, off on my fantasies that are never going to happen. Ocelotpath thought to himself, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth. "You don't mind if I eat here, do you? It's a nice spot over here, I hope it's alright for me to share it," Ocelotpath continued, flashing her another friendly smile. Please don't let this be awkward. I hate it when things get awkward...Ocelotpath thought, licking his maw and shifting his weight a little as he awaited the she cat's reply.