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Originally Posted by ConfusedCas
His ears perked up as he heard leaves brush against fur not far behind where he was standing. Allister turned while the stranger had been speaking and his green gaze examined the she-cat. From what she said he guessed that she was a warrior for Riverclan. "Welcome? Well isn't that new." He took a few pawsteps closer, his gaze sparkling with curiosity. Already she had interested him with her peaceful approach, so far he hadn't had an encounter like this. "Well at the moment I am not in need of assistance, I was simply using that nifty river of yours to wash my pelt." Allister continued to analyze the she-cat, "What makes you different from all those brutes?" He inquired, tail waving carelessly in the air. |
Ashstorm’s ears perked as her companion spoke, and she felt the knot in her stomach dissipate. This was quite interesting. Weren’t loners supposed to be filthy neanderthals? She wondered this for a moment, before the tom seemed to read her mind, and asked a similar question.
The she-cat chortled softly. “Isn’t it obvious?” She posed, circling the tom, her yellow gaze holding his own with intensity. “My sparkling personality.” She allowed her tail to flick as she padded behind him, the very tip waggling just before his nose.
“The river is quite lovely at this time of day, isn’t it? Good eating too; I’d highly suggest the salmon, if that’s your fancy. I personally prefer vole, but to each their own.” Though her tone was breezy and carefree, her heart hammered loudly in her chest. She knew that to not immediately apprehend the visitor was against just about every rule that the Clans held, and yet, she felt a thrill in their repartee that was impossible to kill.