As he met the gaze of Coldpath, Ashenpaw felt a wierd... chill go down his spine. There was something very, very wrong with the tom, and he wasnt sure he wanted to find out what that was. Still, he kept his composure. He stomped down any and all feelings of fear (pshhh, as if he felt fear-) and narrowed his eyes, resisting the urge to tear his gaze away from Coldpaths. No, he was superior here, he was better. He totally wasnt freaked out. Nope, no way. As the other tom finally looked away, Ashenpaw took a small step towards him, though he still kept his distance.
Aaaaand... wow. That had to be one of the most cheesy and disgusting things he had heard a cat say. Lips curling into a scowl, he was barely able to stop the gagging noise that he so wanted to make in response to Blackhazes ´flattery´. Yeah right. He knew damn well that the black tom had never laid eyes on Coldpath before this, and that all the sweet talking was just a lie to get on the pale toms good side. By then, he wasnt paying attention to Coldpath anymore, his disgusted gaze instead focused on Blackhaze.
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Re: And so it begins.
