[Rose]

Larkpaw
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Bemused, the apprentice merely sat there without omitting a single sound as Darkpaw gaped at her. Her grin only widened with further amusement when the other apprentice looked trapped for a few moments. Had she really shocked him so? Stunned him into silence? Oh. The damsel's smile diminished when a sudden thought occurred to her. Had she been too forward to assume that Darkpaw would not mind her teasing? Worse yet, had she damaged his pride? Indeed, his actions were betraying his thoughts. She had gravely made a mistake, seeing that his paws were pressing imprints into the sandy ground below.

A grey ear flicked, and Larkpaw had been about to apologize for her forthrightness when the dark-furred feline opposite her began speaking again. His voice surprised her. It was not the angry or hurt tone she'd been expecting. In fact, it was no different from before that Lark momentarily thought her mind was fooling her. Had she not witnessed Darkpaw's uncomfortable actions only a few seconds before? Refocusing on his words, she found her smile growing wider by the minute.

'Oh well you know me, the she-cats just can’t resist my charm and muscles,' He'd said. Upon hearing this, Larkpaw emitted a very unladylike snort of amusement, suppressing a full-fledged laugh. Clouds above, send help. She shook her head, thoughts snapping back into reality as the tom continued flirting with her, of all cats.

The former loner's face began heating with mild mortification as her own joke was turned on her. That had not gone as planned. She had not meant that at all. Bleeding burning skies, she had just dug her own grave. Lark had meant that her presence at Darkpaw's side had ushered off all the other apprentices because she was scary, not beautiful. Clicking her tongue to fill the prolonged silence, the young apprentice shook her head. Dash, she was immensely embarrassed. Mostly because it wasn't every day one was called pretty. Clearing her throat to distract from the faint red hue on her face, Larkpaw aimed for nonchalance. Darkpaw would have to settle for being the winner this time, even if he'd just unknowingly started a contest of wills, as she was too rattled to formulate a witty response. At least he hadn’t had the audacity to wink this time around ... Not that she was complaining, exactly.

“Much as I hate to stop you from offering up these delightful compliments,” Larkpaw teased lightheartedly, although her expression remained slightly flustered. “Whatever you’re trying, flattery isn’t going to work.” She informed him semi-seriously, as this shift in topic was genuinely throwing her off-guard.

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