[seasalt]

Originally Posted by RedHead

@tawny~
A new day, new fun, new heart wrenching but amazing experiences. Avalanche stepped out of the fighter's den, a bright smile on her face, her fluffy white fur gleaming in the morning sun. The young feline was ready for the new day, she had gotten an amazing amount of sleep and was fully rested. She stet he'd out her limbs, her long, feathery tail swishing gently in the air behind her. Ava knew what she wanted to do today. Gave some fun. That topic was broad, but that's what she always wanted to do. And that's what she always did. Was have fun. Even while performing her fighting duties, Avalanche always had an excellent time. She was glad that she was a cat that found life exciting. Avalanche knew some cats in her life who were ready to kill on sight, or who were grumps and just thought about everything with a negative cloak over their eyes. But oh no, not Avalanche. If she weren't such a heartbreaker and player, she's what you would call free-spirited and worry-free. Well, Avalanche was worry-free. But she wasn't that nice. In her eyes, her amazingly beautiful chocolate brown ones, she saw herself as the kindest cat you could meet. But most cats would think differently. So what though? Avalanche would not and does not care.

@RedHead
Heolstar let out a small yawn, as he paused from grooming his fur. A calm expression was shone across his leaf green eyes. The was a rather pleasant day, but really, for the bengal tabby, a storm was raging inside. Half of him felt empty. Maybe because, he had amnesia. But to be honest, he was used to the emptiness of memories. It didn't matter, nor did he care. He would make new memories. The old ones, were of a life, he had forgotten. And some of the memories returning weren't. Helping. It just irritated him further. He wanted to forget them, not regain them. Oh well, no need to worry about that nonsense. The tabby thought, and Heolstar continued to groom his fur, in smooth, graceful strokes. This calmed him down a bit. Maybe more. His ears twitched as he relaxed, pondering on what to do. Flirt? Maybe. Go out and stare at SkyClan and maybe pick a fight? Perhaps. Insult a hunter? Nah. He let out an annoyed sigh. Some of the options sounded boring, and some part of him would rather not attack SkyClan Cats. Why? Heolstar had no idea, nor did he want to find out all that much. Flirting sounded like a great idea. He was a flirty tom cat, so of course he would flirt with some she cats.