[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirit

Moondancer was taken slightly back by this. Not that she thought of it negatively.. She actually liked it, even though this made her heated inside. Grinning lightly, she decided to try make him even more embarrassed, though her next act also were pure, and not only on embarrassing intentions.
Moondancer gave him the sweetes look she could pester, and moved closer to him. She swirled her tail around his, and brushed her silvery fur against his golden. She felt a little embarresed herself, doing this, but she also felt warm. Her feelings for him were true, she realized this now. "So.. You were looking for me? How come?" She asked, in the most sweet voice she could pull, giving him a wide smile.

(Short again x.x)

The Bengal felt lightheaded and dizzy, like she had just thrown him into the air and he was flying away now, and then falling hard, back into reality. Wow. He thought, shaking his head slightly, doing his best to clear it, wondering what on earth he could do to fix this-- this mess that he had gotten himself into. Ocelotpath looked at the silvery she cat beside him, feeling that familiar warmth and the lump in his throat growing. He didn't know what to say. The only thing that he could think was I hope this never ends. The tom looked over at her, realizing what was happening. Or was she playing with him? No-- no, she would never do that. Moondancer just didn't seem to be the type of cat that would truly play with him, she seemed to be more of the type of cat that would, well...be there forever. Until the end, so to speak. "I was looking for you b-because...I...wanted...I was...you...I..." He stammered, trying to get his thoughts together. It was close to impossible. He couldn't do it. Everything was a jumbled mess, and he took a breath, organizing it the best he could. "I wanted to see you. A lot. It- you- it's been a while since we've really gotten to hang out, and I was thinking maybe we could...take a walk or something?" He asked, glancing over in the she cat's direction, a small smile creeping onto his features and a look of hope entering his hues.