[Brunch]

Originally Posted by Pumpkinahtto

Orbit studied the face of the cat in front of her. She didn't seem like the pushover type, which would make her hard to manipulate. It would take a lot of work, and even then it might not work; however, she could be a great asset to Orbit if used correctly. She smiled at Wyndam's behavior, so apprehensive. Her tail flicked back and forth in a playful manner, but also one of dominance. She straightened her posture, keeping a small smile on her face. Looking like she was interested was the key thing here, mess up the expression and things won't go your way. That's not to say things always went as Orbit planned, but in those cases, she pretended as though she was never flirting in the first place. The twolegs off in the distance interrupted the mood, but there was nothing to be done about that. While twolegs were indeed disgusting creatures, working around them was a part of daily life that one got used to. As the loner looked at the other cat, she noticed her trying to regain her composure. What she had to do was get under her skin before she was comfortable; the fact that Orbit was in Wyndam's territory made that bit difficult, but she would have to make do with what she had. Her ears perked up as she heard the animosity dripping from the other cats' words. That was unpleasant, but not unexpected. Purring slightly, she looked at the other molly with wide eyes, feigning ignorance. "Haha, no need to be bashful," she smiled, sending another wink at Wyndam. "I get that you're a strong kitty, that's why I need to you help me out here." She figured that adding in a bit of flattery wouldn't hurt, though Wyndam didn't seem like the type of cat to easily submit to anyone. "I'm no kittypet. I couldn't stand a day in that soft life with twolegs" Orbit said, shaking her head and smiling. So far this cat had only annoyed her, and if she wasn't going to get anywhere in the next few minutes, things were going to get ugly. She glanced at the cat's puffed up fur, unfazed. Talking big didn't mean she was going to do anything. Orbit was fairly strong, but if it came to a physical fight, she would most certainly lose unless she was able to escape.

A lofty smile was plastered to Wyndam's face. Though she was aggressive--assertive is what she called it--it didn't make her stupid. Yet Orbit had the audacity to act as though she was such. Wyndam was better than her, yes, she was better than everyone! She knew when one was being pulled over her, in fact, she was typically doing that to others. Wyndam knew that flick of the tail, the soft tone of voice, the smile that was only slightly too wide, for she had seen it in herself before. I'm nothing like that disgusting mouse-brain! She thought with a snarl. Before the she-cat could stop it, she yowled: "You think I'm stupid, don't you?!" With that, she inhaled, her emerald eyes focusing keenly on her opposite, wondering slightly how she would react. For whatever reason, Wyndam hoped badly, hoped that she would be so frustrated, so angered that she would be swept into a fight; she felt like a good scuffle would be good for her.