[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Apurva remained still and silent, her pale green orbs bright. She saw how the brown tabby tom appeared quite nervous, though she was impressed. Not many knew when she was watching then, and even less spoke out. Most of the time they shrugged, dismissing the idea that they were being watched. As he spoke, the large black and red she-cat shifted from paw to paw, her eyes flashing uncertainly. She scented the air, picking up his fear-scent. Apurva stiffened. Why would he be scared...? then she realized that he hadn't seen her, and had every reason to be scared. Apurva crept slowly forwards so that her eyes were visible from behind the large oak that she was hiding behind. Her eyes clouded for a moment as memories of wandering the woods alone, calling for her kin flooded her. She remembered every feeling she'd felt at the time: fear, grief and loneliness. Apurva raised a large white paw, stepping down forcefully so the leaves crackled, and, as the tom crouched down in a defensive posture, she carefully moved back. When he spoke again, his voice was louder, but trembling. Apurva stepped out from behind the oak tree, moving with an easy grace that she would most likely ruin by tripping due to her huge paws. "Congratulations." She muttered, taking a step closer, her voice was calm, though her fur bristled defensively. She wouldn't fight him, even if he fought her. She wouldn't fight back, that just wasn't her. Maybe it had to do with her time as a kittypet, though she doubted that. "Not many would've noticed." She added, crouching down about three fox lengths away, keeping her eyes clear of emotion. Apurve kept her muscles bunched, ready to spring away at a moment's notice, her ears flat to her head protectively. Apurva sighed, sizing up the the brown tabby, who had lighter areas and very dark stripes. After a closer sniff, she decided that he smelled a bit like wood and freshly churned earth. It was a good smell, while Apurva herself smelled like stale fox scent and musky dirt, which could be chased by living in an old fox den.

Timberpaw's expression changed slowly, and he seemed to be almost considering whether it was
The right thing to approach her or not. He shifted slightly, simply meeting her gaze with a calm, confident one. "Thanks." He answered simply, before the familiar gleam of flirtation entered his eye and they seemed to spark with a new fire like personality. "I find that hard to believe...you're very noticeable," He mewed, his voice a charming purr. It was sleek, and didn't sound exactly genuine- although he was obviously trying to keep it that way. He examined the she cat...she was certainly attractive, although her pelt was just a little messy. Bit of grooming would clean that right up though, he thought with a slight grin spreading across his maw. "What's your name, beautiful?" He asked, the purr still in his voice. If there was one thing he knew about she cats, it was that many liked being complimented...which was why he had taken up the practice of flirting. He believed that maybe, just maybe, if he could gain her approval, they could be friends. It was hard enough to find a friend in his own clan, perhaps she would be someone that he could speak to? But of course, his general plan usually backfired. Timberpaw let out a sigh, curling his tail around his paws as he sat, looking a little more than depressed...although because of his calm expression, it could easily have been mistaken for just part of his natural appearance.


Timberpaw could scent fox on the she cat, which alarmed him slightly, as foxes were dangerous animals and he could hardly believe that she might have been living around them...besides, she didn't exactly look like she was used to having many run ins with other cars. He could only imagine what a fox encounter might do to her. Although she certainly moved with an undeniable grace...perhaps a former kittypet or Clan cat? He thought, unable to believe that a rogue sold be able to move with such agility and grace. No, she certainly couldn't have been born a rogue...although he knew that it was a personal question and one that should not be asked at the moment, Timberpaw couldn't help but wonder just what had happened in the she cats life that had led her to ThunderClan territory? His duty was to chase her off...after all, it was the right thing to do according to the Code, and to the rest of the Clan...but she looked like she probably would have trouble finding another place to stay. The tom was torn between his duty as an apprentice, and his hearts quiet whisper telling him to let her stay. He seemed to be staring right through her, although he was trying to decide what to do.