[lone]

Originally Posted by Skeleton Bliss Girl

Flamingbranch got a cold chill, fluffing out his fur before making it lie flat again. Leaf-fall was here and he hated it, but that means there were more prey now. Anything would be out looking for food for the winter. Leaf-bare would be the hardest for the clan. Flamingbranch realized he was lost in thoughts he hadn't realized she had gotten his name wrong. he wasn't the most well known in his clan so he would let this slide the one time. The tom let out a chuckle after a while. Nobody has ever called him Flamingtwig before and he actually found it funny.

"The name's Flamingbranch, but any name works with me. I don't mind after having many other cats called me other things like Flamingtree.", he replied. Flamingbranch was a very chill cat when it comes to his name. He thought his name was a bit weird. He didn't look to much like a branch that was on fire. His eyes are what gave him his name.They were brown like a branch and his attitude was a little firey at times.

Flamingbranch heard the silence and so he began to think of something to say to her that would strike a small conversation. "Have any specific places to hunt at?", he asked. He wanted to know if she would just go and see if she could find anything or if there was a place in mind where they could hunt. Flamingbranch knew a couple of good places to hunt at this time of the year.

(sorry this is a little late)

Ohh, Flamingbranch. That made more sense, and Daisyrunner felt slightly embarrassed that she hadn't remembered. Then again, she was a busy cat; she didn't have time to remember every random warrior's name. "Well, if Flamingbranch's your name, I'll stick with that." Daisyrunner wasn't a fan of nicknames; she found them annoying, to say the least. She didn't think it was necessary to have another name on top of your own, and although she wasn't about to snap at him (he'd given her no reason to), she hoped he wasn't too fond of nicknames. She would hate to come out of this with some silly little thing that he'd call her every time he saw her. It was ridiculous, honestly, but Daisyrunner pushed aside her disdain in favor of something more efficient.

"Wherever I can find prey." She answered, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she spoke. In an effort to be nicer, or at least, to appear nicer, she cleared her throat and turned the question back on him. "What about you? Do you know of any good places?" Some cats were more familiar with the territory than she was. Daisyrunner didn't mind; she wasn't expecting to know everything, and although she was fairly familiar with the areas out here (she came out here a lot), she figured Flamingbranch may know more.