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Originally Posted by Liquoris
Almondpelt perked up completely, aspiration in her eyes. "Well, we can start with just a few moments of grooming. You seem to have mats upon mats, m friend," she joked. Personal space flew out the window for Almondpelt as she got close to her new friend and started grooming her shoulder fur for her. "Get that fur flat and it's a sure-fire way to get any cat to stare in the best of ways," she said in-between licks. She seemed focused on what she was doing, forgetting all about the vole, or even that the two weren't friends until now. She then paused. "So toms aren't your thing huh? I know plenty of she-cats around Thunderclan that like other she-cats, but hey, it's probably not my place to say. I personally like the idea of having kits someday," she joked, lightly pushing Bushhunter with her forepaw.
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Bushhunter wasn't sure she liked the idea of Almondpelt trying to get the mats out of her fur. She glanced backwards, twisting her head over her shoulder, glaring at the she cat before she sighed. "Yeah b-" She began, and then stopped. She shouldn't argue with this. Whatever was going on would be fine. Besides, what was the problem with cleaning up a little bit? There was no problem with it! It would be just fine. At least, that's what Bushhunter hoped...she wasn't sure if she would attract unwanted attention or not, but the only thing she could do was hope that she didn't. Attention was not Bushhunter's favorite thing, therefore she was quite unsure whether getting all cleaned up and prettied up was going to be a good thing. Bushhunter sighed, giving up and relaxing, glancing back at Almondpelt again and fixing her hues on her as she spoke. "Hm. Yeah, well, that's your idea of a good life- you should follow it. Personally I would disagree. Having a tom for a mate is like selling yourself into slavery." She snarled, her softer mood gone now. Her hues narrowed and flashed as she glanced back at Almondpelt as though daring her to say something about the words she had spoken. It was nothing personal against the she cat- just something that Bushhunter had against toms. She had seen she cats abused, used, and spoken to in all sorts of ways. Through that she had come to the conclusion that toms- well, most of them- were not to be trusted. Although there were some perfectly nice ones around camp, she was sure, she had also seen toms who acted nice just to get a she cat they wanted only to turn on them once they got bored. To a tom, a she cat was like a shiny new toy- once it dulled, or you'd had it for a while, it got boring and you decided to throw or give it away.