[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Willowpillow

Raccoonsnout looked up from his now scraps, his eyes widened in slight alarm and surprise. Did a molly actually fall for his supposed charm? He watched her carefully with his soft, green eyes. His nervous tick began to show as his tail suddenly began to twitch. "uh..-" He was completely caught off guard and at a lost for any words.

"Pleasure to meet you, Flurry..Tail..." He awkwardly shifted, as he usually was the one who flirted. And the one who never got the attention back from Mollys. His eyes followed her while his expression gave away everything he felt; Confusion, amazement, surprise. All until she crushed it down. Her words cut into him, but he quickly shook it off and returned confident. "Saying I'm not dashing is like saying your not a shecat..." He paused, his eyes widening once again. "Unless your actually.. Not a shecat."

As she rolled around, part of Raccoonsnout wanted to reach out and bat at her with his paw, being the playful tom he is, but he contained his 'mature' stature. "And trouble is fun. You see, not being in trouble makes you good. And being bad is so much more fun than being good." He puffed his chest, and playfully swayed his bushy tail above her. "So yes, Im trouble. But who doesn't just love trouble?"

Flurrytail batted his tail away from her, smiling a bit. She rolled back over, and got up, shaking the debris from her fur. ‘’Well, I guess I’m not a she-cat then, because you’re definitely not dashing!’’ The small somali replied, feeling a sense of defensive nature. She seemed to have had him hook when she responded positive to his actions, but quickly shut it down, bringing back the tom she had met earlier. ‘’How dare you!’’ She stomped up to him, lashing her tail angrily. ‘’Good comparison to, mouse-brain.’’ She rolled her eyes, and turned away abruptly, making sure to smack him with her tail. She was appalled that he would say such a thing. Him...dashing? Surely not! He wasn’t bad looking, but he certainly wasn’t dashing. ‘’I’m sure all the she-cats run away from you.’’ She said, huffing. ‘’You’re such a gentlemen.’’ She replied, sarcastically.

As she listened to his next words, she sat turned slightly back to him, the corners of her mouth growing into a lopsided grin. Had he really just said that? She padded back up to him, ‘’I bet trouble is fun to you.’’ Her eyes scanned him up and down, as if she were checking him out. Were all toms this way? Proud-like, confident, and flirty? Crazy, insane, demented? We’re all toms like that, or just shadowclan?

Flurrytail huffed once more, shaking her head. She knew one day she would love a potential mate, but so far all she’s crossed were some interesting, arrogant toms that she would love to pass over, if given the chance. She wondered if other clans were the same with their toms. It was a constant though to leave shadowclan...but where would she go? All her life, shadowclan been her home. ‘’Depends on what type of trouble you’re offering.’’ She said, lowly, seductively, and her eyes half-lidded as she continued to stare up at him. ‘’There’s nothing wrong with being a good tom...what was it again?’’ She paused, trying to remember his name. She sat down, giving her paws a delicate groom before running it over the top of her head. ‘’...Raccoonsnout? But, as far as I’m concerned, you’re no threat at all. What type of trouble have you been getting into lately?’’ She peered at him intently with her brown eyes.