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Originally Posted by Spikes
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Content to think by himself, Mistburr was quite surprised when he was approached by the she-cat. He whipped his head around, pale blue eyes shining as if there was a chance for action and adventure. The silvery grey tom tilted his head slightly. He'd seen this she-cat before, right? They'd never really talked before... She wasn't the kind of molly who needed saving from the clutches of a villainous cat. If anything, she was more like the rescuer than the damsel in distress, which was something Mistburr wasn't quite used to.
"Well... I think you're right. I don't remember talking to you at all!" Mistburr laughed a hearty laugh, brushing off the icebreaker as if it were just the same old conversation he had with any other familiar clan cat. He nodded once hearing her name, somewhat recognising her now. It was too bad that he didn't really know much about her, but there was always time to learn, wasn't there? The tabby tom mulled over her offer. He wasn't exactly hungry at the moment, though she did seem hopeful that he'd accept her request. Not one to turn down a fellow clan member, he eventually nodded once more in approval. "Well, I suppose I could eat something with you." He stood up, trailing towards the fresh kill pile and gesturing for her to follow. |
Gingerfoot's eyes lit up a bit as she followed the silver tom to the fresh kill pile, her pace quickening a bit. The dirt under her dark ginger, almost brown paws was cracked and dry, another reminder of the green-leaf's heat. She was lucky she didn't have a thick pelt. She couldn't imagine having to bear the heat through all that fur.
Gingerfoot lay near the tom, plucking a plump mouse from the fresh kill pile. She took a bite and tried to eat daintily. Can you even eat daintily? Who knows, but Gingerfoot was trying her best. After finishing chewing she gently nudged the mouse towards Mistburr with a slight purr. "So, what are your thoughts on the.. er, battles that have been going on? It's a little exhilarating, don't you think?" Gingerfoot chuckled, hoping it would strike a chord with the tom.