[RedHead]

Originally Posted by Arie

Doepaw was unsure... Did the deputy want to get rid of her? He was fine with letting her rest against his fur but now he asked if he wanted to go 'see' some of her denmates. Did he not realise that what she wanted was just to sit here and relax? She liked this. She liked being relaxed and not having to worry about anything if only for a short while. There was something about this long furred, warm tom that made her feel comfort and safe... A feeling that she was not yet willing to give up. However, she was aware they were standing in the middle of the clearing, and maybe... maybe he could just comfort her further away? She didn't know, she just knew she liked this tom's comforting presence. Taking a deep breath she slowly dis-tangled her head from Flintspirit's fur, taking small careful steps over to the freshkill pile and piking up a jay. Her steps were tentative her ears flicking everywhere at all time, never taking a break. They were her safety, absorbing every incoming sound that would alert the little molly to anything that she feared. And back she went to the deputy, and dropped the jay at his paws. "I.. I... Do.. you.. want to.. eh.. share.. this?" She hoped he accepted. She first felt best if she shared her meal with someone else... it didn't feel right as so far she had still not made a successful catch. She then added on to her question. "Can I... Can I.. still sit.. with you? While... While.. we .. share.. this? Only... only.. if.. it .. it .. won't.., bother.. you." She really hoped it didn't bother him, it did not sit well with the little tabby if she did anything that made others uncomfortable. She didn't mind discomfort... It was something she had to deal with her entire life... Because she would never be comfortable anywhere... maybe except for when she had her face pressed into Flintspirit's fur... That had felt nice... "Your... your fur.. it.. comforts... me... Very soft... very.. relaxing."

Flintspirit watched as Doepaw suddenly padded away, his head tilting in question as he watched the young she-cat go towards the fresh-kill pile. He was a little confused.... she hadn't said anything before just leaving. Did he scare her off? Was he supposed to wait around or follow her?
The tomcat's ears flicked upwards though as she returned, his green gaze questioning as she placed the jay near his paws. He wasn't exactly hungry but.... "Sure. And of course you can still sit with me! Let's move somewhere where we're not in other's way though." The tom picked up the jay and turned to pad a few mouse-lengths towards the edge of the camp, before dropping the bird and sitting down again, curling his tail over his paws. "Hmm.. really?" He snickered as she commented on his fur, giving a small shake of his head. "I've had cats tell me it stinks. Not sure if that's comforting."