[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade starred at her. His eyes narrowed. What did she want? He knew better than to believe that Thea was actually trying to be nice to him. He also knew better than to believe she was flirting. So, what was she doing? His eyes widened when she called him a strong boy. Was she sinking that low? There had to be something she desperately wanted, otherwise she wouldn't be doing what she was doing. Then she rubbed his side. What was with that? He couldn't himself to smile, but he couldn't bring himself to frown either. Instead he just looked at her, a look of questioning plastered to his face. He narrowed his eyes again, unsure what to do. "I never knew you to flirt." he stated, his voice calm, though it held a bit of emotion. "So, what do you want?" The tom could see past her flirty act, and he could tell she wanted something. Something that she knew was going to drive him to the end of the world before he gave it. While he was looking down at here, he had to admit, she was beautiful. She was small, very small, which made Weaselshade feel slightly in charge. Which he was going to maintain. Anyway, she had a tan coat, with black spots, which seemed to make her coat less boring. His coat wasn't plain, it was dotted with black. Which reminded him, she had been studying his appearance. "No innocent answers." he finally added the last part, to keep her from trying to sweettalk him.

Thea tilted her head to the side giving him an unbelievable look. As if to say 'what are you talking about?' Thea didn't know what she wanted...or, did she? That was quite a large question. With various of answers. "What do I want?" She repeated, finally, then looked into the distance. Above at the sky since she was still on the ground. With a smirk, she replied, "I want for others to think I won't claw their ears off just because I'm so tiny. I want others to appreciate my loyalty instead of reminding me that I was a kittypet. I want to be like the queens in the nursery -" she stopped for a moment. When her eyes landed back on them, they burned with a gorgeous green gaze. "I want kits. Biological kits." She said, rather confidently than anything else. All the other stuff she said could be forgotten because she only wanted one thing. Kits of her own. "And, before you say anything - I love Mothkit and Nightkit, but they're going to be apprentices soon, and I want to nurse my own little ones. And..." Well, what else was their to say. It was rather embarrassing to be coming to him about her problems. Her last litter was a fail since she had a miscarriage, but then again, she had been pretty young. She figured Wesealshade was a tough warrior, and that she would be taken cared for if she bore him a litter. After all, what tom wouldn't be gentle with the she cat that were pregnant with their young. "I think it would be fun," she replied, distantly in a dreamy voice. The future had been bright. Filled with little thems running around. Even if they weren't mates, it would bring them together. A lot closer. "Maybe, having kits...will bring us together? Because let's face it," she snorted. "We don't work well together." But, one day - she hoped they would. But even if it wouldn't work out for the best, there were a lot of other toms that was probably willing to not let the opportunity go to waste.