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Originally Posted by Checkmate

Her left ear flicked upon hearing the ' hello ' from another she cat thus making her eyes look up at the molly who the voice belonged to a smile formed on her face now pulling her head up from the squirrel and licked her lips clean " hello . Hot day isn't it? " she meowed with a sigh afterwards she herself was starting to feel the effects of the heat from the sun even while laying in the shade ! She herself disliked heat and humidity but she dealed with it anyways with some complaints here and there .although she disliked admitting it but she does complain a lot , it was hard for her to find the good things out of everything . Basilwish's whiskers twitched now looking around that familiar nervous feeling returning to her but she tried to make conversation the best she could with anyone she met even if she was nervous . She looked back at the molly " what's your name again ? Some with tail at the end I think... " she said squinting her eyes in thought she swore she's heard of this molly name before but she never talks to anyone so it would be safe to just ask. @Silver Fishie

“It’s Wishtail, dear.” She meowed calmly, her whiskers twitching. Strange. She had never spoken to this molly before, but somehow she knew Wishtail’s name. Well, at least faintly. Stretching, her tail shook out. “It is hot today. Parched.” She purred, but she enjoyed the heat. I’m warmed her fur, and she loved that more than leafbare of course. It was nearly greenleaf, the prey abundant and running smoothly into Shadowclan’s paws. Glancing at the molly, she took in a bit more of the unfamiliar shecat. She was a calico pelted feline, with a feminine shape and a lovely coat of fur. She had green eyes, like ferns. Wishtail was a pure black molly, with a silver tail and amber eyes. Rather bland, but she priced herself on her regularly groomed pelt and slim figure.
“And, may I ask, what might happen to be your name?” She meowed, just trying to be polite instead of sarcastic.