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Originally Posted by Cloudy
Canineheart's smile leased a tad as Obsidiansky's ears flitted back, but it eventually returned. It felt great talking to the tom again; he was the only cat that hadn't pressured her too much. In fact, he was quite the opposite, he was the one who had helped her stand up to her "friends", he was the one who she felt comfortable around. Of course, now a days, it felt like he was the only one who she could be herself around. After she had spoken to her friends and been firm with them, they showed their true arrogant sides, the ones where they never really cared about her. No matter how much Canineheart wanted to release her feelings on to Obsidiansky as she had done before, Canineheart figured that she shouldn't dampen the bright and cheery mood.
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Originally Posted by Cloudy
"Show you up?" Canineheart scoffed with a purr, "I never thought I would hear those words come from your mouth." The smile broadened on her maw. " And now that the whole clan thinks we're under attack, want to go hunting?" Canineheart asked, oblivious to Obsidiansky's exhaustion. Unlike her tom-friend, Canineheart wasn't as prone to the heat, with her brown pelt and short fur. The heat felt great to her, and she didn't actually consider what it felt like to others.
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"You know you love me." He flicked her with his tail teasingly, a friendly smile on his features as usual. Her proposal of hunting would be fun, if it wasn't so hot. Casting a glance out at the height of the sun; not to mention the fact that he could feel it's warmth all the way from the current area of the clearing; Obsidiansky figured it probably wasn't the best idea. "You know I would, but... it's awfully hot out for me. I'll take you up on that later though. I need to beat you in a hunting competition so I can mend my wounded pride." His hues flashed with pleasure and the tip of his tail twitched again as he sighed. How tired could he get? Perhaps the heat was making him sluggish, but he felt lazy. It was days like these that he wished he were a RiverClan cat... he would just go swimming to cool off, but his thick pelt would probably drag him down. And the thought of that terrified him.
"In the meantime, anything new going on?" He asked, cocking his head to the side. He had always wanted to know what others were thinking, to feel what they were feeling at the moment, and he glanced at her curiously as though expecting her to tell him all of this in the next few seconds. Of course she wasn't going to... what kind of cat would? But, they were close. And he was hoping that she knew she could trust him. Whatever she told him, the words would not go further. He wasn't much of a gossip-- sure, he listened to the daily talk, caught up on what happened with his friends, but he didn't spread their worries and hopes around. You could trust him.