[AbsurdJinx]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The black tom's ears pricked, waiting for that one word - the one 'go.' He really wanted to win this, he wanted to know something about Fawnskip. He wanted to get to know her. Right now, without her flirting with him, was when she seemed the most beautiful to the tom. Because it wasn't really like she was trying to impress, they were just playing and having fun. And, thinking about that, was the moment that her headstart caught Obsidiansky off guard. "Hey! No fair, you cheater!" The tom laughed as he sprang foward, his muscles straining to their limit to try and catch Fawnskip. He didn't feel like he was obligated to beat her. Because, right now, it seemed like all she wanted was a game. She wouldn't do anything bad to him if she won! But, Obsidiansky still wanted to know something.

He wanted to get to know her, even though she probably wouldn't let him. He knew her type - but even if she didn't, he would have learned something anyways. Either something about her or that she was a terrific liar. Obsidiansky wished he could tell when cats were lying, he wished he could have the power to realize that every time, and yet he didn't. Which was annoying... but oh well, he could live with it. He was satisfied to be a loyal warrior of WindClan, anyways. Right now he was so close to her that he could feel her tail almost brushing his face, he could have reached out and grabbed it. He could have almost brushed himself against her. Of course, that was the wrong thing to be thinking at the moment. Obsidiansky gritted his teeth and pulled fowards. He could feel himself coming fowards, centimeter by centimeter, first it was him ahead then her - Obsidiansky wasn't a WindClan cat for nothing.

He was a fast tom. But of course, what with Fawnskip's headstart and her being much slimmer built then he was (that wasn't to say he was plump, but he was quite well muscled) he guessed she was going to win. What was her request going to be?What was she going to choose if she won, was she going to ask him something personal? Was she going to ask him something else? Obsidiansky really didn't know, and he was a little nervous about what she might ask him. Fawnskip didn't really seem like the type to start off with a basic personal conversation. Then again, perhaps he had completely misjudged the situation! Maybe she was exactly that type! However much she doesn't seem like it. He thought, the grumble playing lowly in his head.

Fawnskip looked out of the corner of her eye, a strange satisfaction flooding her as she spotted Obsidiansky racing at her side. She loved challenges, and perhaps her adoration for whatever pushed her - such as Obsidiansky catching up to her - resulted in the satisfaction that currently filled her. A smirk stretched across her muzzle - she wasn't even trying! Fawnskip considered letting Obsidiansky win, but she wasn't sure if she wanted him to ask his question. She didn't even know if she'd be capable of lying to him; in her mind, he was the perfect best friend material.


If she won, however, what type of question would she ask? No, she would not ask him what his favorite prey was, or what time of day he preferred. Fawnskip was someone who believed the saying, `go big or go home`. She'd ask something incredibly embarrassing or demand he tell her his deepest darkest secret. But was that such a safe move? As a flirt, Fawnskip was accustomed to being very deceitful. She tried to play the role of a sweet and innocent feline, which meant she'd have to be careful with what she said. Though most times, her true colors shone through. Would she be capable of limiting her question?


``Try to catch up!`` Fawnskip called over to Obsidiansky, laughing that angelic laugh of hers. She lowered herself closer to the ground, a trick she'd learned as an apprentice that would improve her speed. Stalks of grass tickled her belly and her streaming tail, and her hind paws, claws unsheathed, disturbed the earth below her as she kicked up clumps of dirt for a better grip. She narrowed her eyes against the wind which threatened to bring tears to her sensitive orbs. Fawnskip also folded her ears back in an attempt to protect the insides of them.


The lone tree on the moor became larger as Fawnskip neared.