[Willowpillow]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

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.

The young tom threw his head back as if he was harshly offended by the shecat. "Ouch. I guess your right, maybe I'm not dashing. But I sure have a good heart-Unlike you. Teasing a poor tom? Cruel!" Raccoonsnout exclaimed, his wide pale eyes meeting her gaze. What was up with her? She sure had a personality.. And acted like she wanted attention 24/7.

He fluffed his black and white fur before watching her again. What was with her? One moment she was flirting, the next rejecting him to his core. Out of all the shecats he has encountered, she was the strangest. And thats even with riverclan shecats included. "Actually, yes. Trouble is fun for me. From stealing other cats prey to being.. Frisky.. Its fun. But I bet you wouldn't know what fun is eh? Especially being romantic as you clearly show you flop in that department." He flicked his tail and her nose and stood to take a step back.

"Hmm... What have I done lately?" He meowed as he searched his memory bank. "Ah yes. If you follow me, Ill show you. And no, I'm not looking for one of your sad attempts at romance, so don't be expecting anything risky... Oh, do you know what risky means? Ya know, being a goodie two paws and all." He meowed playfully as he rolled her eyes at her seductive moves. She sure had him rolled up in a bunch.