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Originally Posted by Pumpkinahtto
Orbit sauntered on the fringes of the pathway, grubby young twoleg paws reached out at her and she darted away, hissing at the intrusion. Obviously the twolegs didn't know her infamous reputation. Sure, she was more well-known on the other side of the area, but that didn't mean that no one would recognize her. She was known for being charming and flirty, seducing cats and bending them to her will. The loner felt that she was quite good at it and that inspired a sense of pride in her. Slipping through the bars of a wide gate, she found herself in a large park, twolegs spread out in clusters across the grassy plains. She yawned and her eyes darted around, finally settling on a cat not too far from her. Passing a large rosebush, she rubbed up against it, ignoring the thorns and enjoying the sickly sweet smell of the flower. She felt that it represented her personality well, sweet on the outside, and deceiving with thorns on the inside. Confidence flowing through her, she strutted towards the she-cat, plastering a sharp smile on her face. "Hey," she called out, tilting her head upwards in a superior gaze. Orbit winked, "I'm new around here, mind showing me around?" She took a step closer, leaning her face in. She didn't think for one second that she was being too bold. The toms fell for it all the time, and a few she-cats, too. "You seem pretty familiar with the area, and I'm dying to get to know you," she said, her lips parting slightly. Her eyes glinted and she took another step closer. Twolegs around them paid no attention and mostly stayed away from the cats, giving them plenty of space. She widened her smile slightly tilting her head at the molly. She wouldn't dare oppose her, would she? Orbit didn't take well to rejection.
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The shade of the tree that the she-cat was under hid her from the prying eyes of twolegs. Wyndam gave he paw a distracted lick, drawing it quietly over her brown-tipped ears. With such a heavy diversion in casually preening her coat, the she-cat never noticed her opposite's arrival. When the cat began to speak, she spun around, her ears pinned back, and her tail lashing, with her paw drawn, and claws extended. The she-cat had smelled like flowers, which put the loner off for a moment. Slowly though, Wyndam realized that though the cat's mew was somewhat soft and dainty, it held an odd firmness, like what Wyndam had encountered in her own tone at times. With brow furrowed, she stared at the cat, trying to decipher her intentions. Slowly, the fluffy cat's paw met the ground once more, as she realized that the cat wasn't attacking, though her back was still arched. Her emerald eyes were narrowed, her eyes slits. The smile on the molly's mouth was too wide to be genuine, and Wyndam knew her apprehension wasn't for nothing. But slowly, though Wyndam knew she needed to be on her toes, she started to regain the composure that she had lost in the cat's appearance. "You're new around here," Wyndam crowed, "so I'll let you off the hook this time. But from now on, you need to know who I am." With a lick of her lips and a small, decisive smile parting on her maw, she continued, "I'm Wyndam, and I eat kittypets like you for breakfast." With that, she puffed up, her fur standing on end, and with her already big body mass, she seemed like a giant.