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Originally Posted by Minty

This was a strange tom. Why would she want his tree? There are plenty more if she wanted it, anyway.
” Uh... I don’t want your tree. What I would like is some help.” she said casually, narrowing her eyes.
Cinnamon didn’t unsheathe her claws just yet, maybe she could talk some sense into him.
“Are there any... y’know, dens nearby?” Cinnamon asked him.
She would need some shelter to actually make a life out here. The cream and brown she-cat was pretty sure her housefolk had been killed by the giant wind monster and didn’t want to go back just in case it was still there. Plus, it was kind of nice to be outside, in the wild. The breeze in your fur, scents of prey, tall trees, and a lot more. Cinnamon turned back to the orange and black tom. She didn’t really care about his name, she just wanted to get by at this point.
“So, will you help me?” her green gaze was fixed on him.

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sorri for being so late!]
"Grrr." Tiger thought about helping her. He thought about it hard. He closed his eyes and thought about helping her for a long time. "I'm not sure. There aren't too many, so I stole this tree. This is my tree." He stood up in the said tree. He stared into her eyes, trying to scare her off somehow. "I told you all I know. Now, please leave."