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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
Hawkfeather hadn't been expecting company, and she was a little bit surprised to hear the tom's voice - but at the same time, she was delighted he had approached her. And, wonder of wonders, he sounded friendly! Yes! A nice cat for me to talk with! Could this day get any better? The feline wondered. Yeah... didn't take much for Hawkfeather to start asking that question. Although she never spoke it aloud, having tested through trial and error and found that most cats thought it was... well... annoying. Obnoxious. Totally weird. And, of course, Hawkfeather didn't want to be one of those cats. Not that she had anything against them, as a matter of fact, she had found that they made excellent friends when it came down to it.She just wanted others to think that she was fun! A cat who could easily become their best friend, and definitely had the ability to be someone they could talk to.
Though Hawkfeather had never been the easiest cat to talk to anyways. Unfortunately. "Flareheart? That suits you! Your fur looks kinda flare-y!" Hawkfeather grinned, glancing over him. As usual her voice was peppy, hyper and ready-to-go sounding. Like nothing else in the world would ever matter but that. Pretty? No one ever called Hawkfeather pretty. And, being the cat she was, the feline smiled bigger and spoke again. "You're so nice! It's really nice to meet someone who gives out compliments like that, because the whole world would be a better place if they did, don't you think?" She mewed, before addressing the second thing she had noticed in his sentence. "And I'm not alone anymore! Because you came over to keep me company, and I'm so glad you did - now we can both go hunting and catch twice as much prey!" She was practically bouncing with excitement.
Yes, when it came to the soft-looking, sweet warrior... once she opened her mouth, it was very hard to get her to stop talking. For a moment she just stood there and stared at him, her paws still raising up in a sort of half-lift before she stopped and looked stunned. How could she forget? How could she have been so stupid? "I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry, that happens sometimes - but I'm Hawkfeather!" Honestly, the feline really liked her name. Some cats seemed a little dissatisfied with theirs... even changed them... but Hawkfeather would never do that! What if she forgot her new name? What if someone didn't like her new name? Not that that would bother her too much... she had never been one to care what others said about her. Mean things, anyways. They didn't hurt her feelings too much and she kept her head up high. More nice things were said about her, anyways. |
Flareheart hadn't expected the feline to be so bubbly! He had been expecting more of a motherly she-cat, not a kit-like warrior similar to himself. But this didn't bother him at all, in fact, as he hadn't met another lighthearted cat in ages! He purred softly the entire time, quietly and politely listening to her rambling. He nodded in response to her question regarding a kinder world, and he didn't complain when she mentioned hunting. He'd be happy to go hunting with a new friend! He opened his mouth to answer, only for the molly to talk before him.
Hawkfeather! He had been right about the suffix of her name, that was for sure. He decided that the name fit her rather well. After concluding that she was finished speaking, Flareheart took his turn. ``Well, Hawkfeather, it's a pleasure to meet you, too!`` He displayed a charming grin, taking it upon himself to find comfort in a seated position. His bushy tail now lied over his paws, and he lowered his head just a bit until he felt he was as close as possible to Hawkfeather as he could be without causing her unease.
``And yes,`` He started, his tone warm and welcoming. ``I do believe the world would be a better place if everyone complimented one another.`` Flareheart wasn't a fan of the rude nature most of his clanmates expressed, especially in the morning. After all, wasn't the morning the most important time of the day? It set the mood for the rest of the day, and if everyone wanted to be grumpy in this time, wouldn't every other moment of the day be just as negative? This was Flareheart's logic, believing that the mood set at the beginning of the day determined the rest of the day. From his perspective, his logic was completely true.
``Ah hunting! I'd love to hunt with you,`` Flareheart meowed. His tail-tip twitched with excitement, the same emotion that twinkled in his eyes. ``I bet I could catch more than you,`` He challenged, laughter in his voice. He didn't know how skilled Hawkfeather was in the art of the hunt, but Flareheart wasn't exactly the most talented. He could only hope that Hawkfeather was worse than he - for the sake of the challenge, that is.