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Originally Posted by wolybro
He didn't know what had attracted her to him,as seen there was nothing positive going on about the shecats mood.
Perhaspe maybe it was because he could relate to her,her mood. After all a shecat he was so close to grasping an fitting around his claws had denied him-it hurt. A molly he was using as a game-entertainment that meant nothing him he couldn't get over. He hadn't felt much rejection in his life,as he could remember was his brother. Him him him. Nothing more,nothing less. So the the scene of shecats in his life now he wanted acceptance,he wanted to feel wanted and strike that away from them like he had felt. Or else,that is what was happening. Fireflare would tell you that this was all a simple entertainment thing,to feel wanted. To lead shecats on until he has a new one under his paws so he can fade away from their lives while he is having a good time..
He gazed at the shecat curiously. He was used to being able to push over shecats,she used to have shy little cats that would listen to his every confident word. That's what Honeypool was like. So he didn't know his paws were padding closer to the black n white molly until he could basically feel his aggression from being around her. His eyes stayed gentle,patient. He would take his time. He opened his mouth,the smallest-almost unnoticeable smile on his face,"Hello there,I don't believe we have met." |
[Super duper sorry for this super duper late reply ^^']
The black and white molly took absolutely no notice of a certain ginger tom. But really, she never took any notice of anyone. Winterwisp hated pretty much all of her clanmates, whether she had met them or not, that didn't matter to her. The she-cat was determined to hate everything in her life. The warrior had been hated the moment she set paw in WindClan, why not follow by example? It had only taken Winterwisp a few moons to stop attempting acts of friendship, and she wasn't going to start now. It wasn't the way things worked for her.
An unfamiliar voice interrupted her thoughts and Winterwisp looked up. In front of her now, was an orange tom with green eyes. The warrior was rather blunt and didn't find much based on first appearances. She didn't reply for about half a minute, taking her time to study the tom. He was certainly unfamiliar and she couldn't recall having ever seen him around the camp. Winterwisp stayed completely still as the examine the stranger, not moving anything but her eyes. To be honest, the black and white she-cat was making this a rather awkward situation.
Finally, she moved. "Well of course we haven't met! Why would I be talking to someone like you ?, Winterwisp snapped, rolling her eyes. How stupid was he? Couldn't he tell that she was the kind of cat that didn't like talking to others? What an idiot, Winterwisp thought irritably.