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~ BRIARSPLASH ~
stocky, large, & fluffy dilute gray tortie she-cat with goldish-green eyes; just a scratch | killer aptitude t1
[ shadowclan enforcer | she-cat | 29 moons | abrasive, standoffish, loyal ]

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Briarsplash had been absentmindedly looking for that fluffy orange pelt with so much subconscious intention that she didn't even notice Midnightsun's presence until his fur brushed hers.

Instinctively, the she-cat stiffened, whipping her head around. Who just...sneaks up on cats like that, outta nowhere!? Or, (the more likely option that she did NOT want to admit) had she just been that distracted with thoughts of a certain tomcat that made her stupidly conflicted?

Normally, the feisty Enforcer might snap, especially at this same tom who'd seemed rather bold and weird on their last interaction. She couldn't read him, whether he was lying through his teeth on all those silky words or if he just always looked and sounded like he was daydreaming about greenleaf bounties all the time. Briarsplash did not like not being able to discern one's intentions.

But right now, she was almost... flustered, to be caught off guard. The last cat who'd done something like that, simply waltzing up to her and invading her personal space as if it never existed, was Hillstrider. The same exact cat she'd found her eyes wandering the crowd for almost against her will.

Gritting her teeth, the fluffy tortie's ears flattened and a huff of acknowledgement escaped her. Not a warm hello by any means, greatly contrasting Midnightsun's honey-like voice and smile that actually seemed genuine. But at least it wasn't another flat-out rejection, eh? After that less-than-graceful noise, she turned her muzzle back towards the Grimpeak, managing to mutter out a single word.

"...Hi." Short and certainly not sweet. But a bit too worked up to wanna bother with any retorts. And she hoped it would end there.

(But it probably wouldn't.)

[ @alec hehe ]