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Owlflame purred, an amused look brightening up her features. It had been such a long time since she had interacted with someone who understood her level of humour - sarcasm was not many cat's socialising preference. The silvery she-cat found that hard to believe, given how often she tried to use it in conversation; it had become her natural dialect, one could say.
Dawnfrost She repeated the name in her head, confident in the idea she would be seeing more of the beautiful she-cat. It had been such a long time, moons at least, since Owlflame had actually
flirted with a she-cat. It was certainly hard to believe that the stunning umber feline was so willing to retort her flirtatious comments. Her marigold eyes remained alight with curiosity, a passionate desire to keep the interaction flowing impacting her every move. "Excuse you, I do
not suck at hunting. In fact, I'd say I'm the best hunter in all of Skyclan," She responded, confident playfulness wavering in her strong tone of voice, as she tilted her head to one side - as if to mimic herself in deep thought. "But, how could I say no to such a pretty face? Besides, it's clear to me you could use the help," The confident she-cat articulated, voice still laced with sarcasm - but quiet elation remained just audible within her tone. She was genuinely happy to be getting along with someone so well, so naturally; their senses of humours flowed so instinctively, it was a pity it had taken so long for the two of them to meet.
Owlflame rose to her feet, amused by the difference in stature between her and Dawnfrost, as her dandelion eyes gazed down into the stunning icy eyes staring back at her. For a moment, she simply stood studying Dawnfrost's features, drinking in her unfamiliar scent. It was sweet, almost like newly sprouted wildflowers in the spring - their scent was unique and vibrant, and yet subtle and not overbearing. Owflame liked it; she liked Dawnfrost. Suddenly ambling off to Dawnfrost's left, she took a few large strides before casting her gaze back to the chestnut she-cat, "Are you coming? I'd carry you, darling, but I question if it's very practical for hunting," She teased, a smirk ever present on her pale features. Her tail swayed back and forth leisurely, her muscles relaxed and loose. "Oh, and just for the record - that whole....charade," She began, gesturing with her head to where the two of them had collided, "Was entirely
your fault." She joked, mock-seriousness on her face as she eyed the she-cat up playfully; teasing and mockery were the centre pieces for her displays of affection, and she rarely got to use them so freely without the fear of upsetting the cat in question. This opportunity was not to be wasted, and Owlflame knew that. Her exuberant smirk remained ever present on her maw, a spirited energy resting within her marigold gaze as she awaited a response from Dawnfrost.