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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
The messy, roguish fur of the other tom seemed to bristle a little more as the other cat approached, but upon realizing that she was not only a she cat but a full time house cat, it settled back down. "Must be my lucky day - imagine meeting someone like you here, beautiful!" Not really surprising. This was a nice neighborhood, but still, Barracuda played the part of meeting a gorgeous she cat for the first time very well. His eyes sparkled and snapped mischieviously as he got to his paws, brushing against the other cat with a smirk coming over his maw. "Aren't you a pretty girl... and what's your name, darling?" He mewed, glancing over the she cat. The last time he had met a she cat with a pretty collar, he'd ended up spending the night at her house and escaping with the collar in the morning. It was back at his home, which he would have to be returning to shortly - after a day with Nyx, Barracuda was ready for a good night's rest and then tomorrow morning he would have a day of relaxation before his next show. Perhaps he would meet this other cat there. The one and only feline he was hoping he wouldn't run into was Iris, and he was going to have to take precautions to make sure she didn't recognize him. This collar was nice as well - perhaps there was a way to get it from her? This would be the second collar he had stolen, but Barracuda wasn't sure that he could get away with it. He'd been feeling guilty lately, having stolen from Iris - so he would have to make sure that he didn't have any second thoughts about this. |
Bubbles noticed the other cat's fur bristling and froze in her tracks. The sweet molly was far from brave and could feel her heartbeat speeding up at the thought that this stranger could be dangerous. The Siamese was quickly entering panic-mode, not having enough sense or knowledge of the wild to realize that she should probably run. But then, the tom's fur settled, at least she thought it did. It still looked rather messy and Bubbles wondered, Is this what his fur looks like even settled? The kittypet had only ever seen the sleek fur of pampered cats, cats like her, and wasn't used to messiness. But, she found it intriguing and actually becoming. As far as Bubbles knew, this tom was one of the fabled warrior cats of the forest, which scared her out of her mind but also exhilarated her. Obviously wild cats would have messy fur! Bubbles thought with amusement at her own silliness. He seemed friendly enough for a fierce forest cat, even complimenting her! Bubbles wasn't the type to have very original or rebellious ideas and, growing up in the home of a prestigious breeder and shower of cats, the pretty Siamese was used to sexist comments. She didn't even know what sexism was and figured that the patronizing compliments were how compliments were meant to be, having lived with arrogant show toms all her life. The strange tom's words made Bubbles blush under her fur and she blinked sweetly at him. As he rose to his paws, Bubbles grew a bit frightened once more, but the naive she-cat had already decided that this tom was friendly and didn't try to put any distance between them even as the larger cat invaded her personal space to brush against her. "I'm Bubbles," the pretty Siamese mewed, watching the silver tom with big blue eyes, "what's your name?"