Just another flirt (Private)

[Cosmo]

Doll lives in her small fenced in house on a street with several others. She doesn't really have a garden, as her twolegs aren't those type of people. Instead she has a large yard to run around in, and a tall tree to climb. She wouldn't mind adventures in other houses, and would in fact, enjoy them. Just as long as she can head back to her cozy house in time for dinner. As Doll is one of those kittypets, that adventures, but always comes back for dinner. Anyway, that's about as much information as I can give.
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@Lawlipop

One, two, three. Doll rolled over in boredom. One, two, three. Another roll of boredom. Her soft white fur brushed along the grass, and for once, she didn't bother to get up to lick the grass off. She just rolled over. Every time counting. One, two, three. Her soft enchanting eyes even looked a bit dull. Dull? Her eyes? Yes. They seemed dull. They seemed faded. They seemed to have lost they're bright enchanting sea blue. But how was that possible? Eye color couldn't fade! Could it? No. Doll didn't think so. But she wasn't pondering why her eyes had seemingly faded. No, she was just lying there in boredom. One, two, three. She kept rolling, over and over and over, until she hit the fence that blocked her yard from the street. "Ow!" Doll hissed, getting up and shaking herself. What had that been about? Probably her stupidity was Doll's assumption. The molly growled again, and got to her paws, giving her head a thorough shake. By this time she had forgotten why she was so bored in the first place. You see, it doesn't make sense for a cat like Doll to be bored. She's solitary. She doesn't easily get bored. Yet due to her kits, Springkit, Leafkit, and Copperkit, leaving for SkyClan with their father, she had felt a little lonely.

[Lawlipop]

Originally Posted by Mystical

@Lawlipop

One, two, three. Doll rolled over in boredom. One, two, three. Another roll of boredom. Her soft white fur brushed along the grass, and for once, she didn't bother to get up to lick the grass off. She just rolled over. Every time counting. One, two, three. Her soft enchanting eyes even looked a bit dull. Dull? Her eyes? Yes. They seemed dull. They seemed faded. They seemed to have lost they're bright enchanting sea blue. But how was that possible? Eye color couldn't fade! Could it? No. Doll didn't think so. But she wasn't pondering why her eyes had seemingly faded. No, she was just lying there in boredom. One, two, three. She kept rolling, over and over and over, until she hit the fence that blocked her yard from the street. "Ow!" Doll hissed, getting up and shaking herself. What had that been about? Probably her stupidity was Doll's assumption. The molly growled again, and got to her paws, giving her head a thorough shake. By this time she had forgotten why she was so bored in the first place. You see, it doesn't make sense for a cat like Doll to be bored. She's solitary. She doesn't easily get bored. Yet due to her kits, Springkit, Leafkit, and Copperkit, leaving for SkyClan with their father, she had felt a little lonely.

A feathery, orange tail was up high in the air like a flag raised that carefreely bounced in the air. This tail belonged to no cat other than Harley, a stray cat that had his own little territory in the forest that the kittypets feared so much. They stereotype wild forest cats as big, mean, rude, dangerous and savage. But maybe he wasn't as big because he was originally a kittypet himself, before his housefolk left and put him on the streets. He never seemed to mind it though, for he thrived on them. There would always be one housefolk and their kits that would think if they fed him, they owned him. Sooner or later, he always found a way out of their clutches and back to his wild home. Harley was an average sized cat who was only considered dangerous if you made him mad. He only really left the forest for two main reasons; when finding food gets rough and difficult to mooch off other housefolk, or to try to find himself in the embrace of a pretty she-cat, his Achilles heel. As he paraded merrily on the sides, his eyes looking around as he searched the place, his ears perked up at the sound of a cat hissing nearby. He looked around and something white poking through a fence. Intrigued. he bounds over to where they are and hops on top of it. He looks down and spots his target of the day, a pretty little white house cat. "Why, hello there, precious." he purred, laying down on the fence as his tail swings off the side. "What seems to be the problem?"

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

A feathery, orange tail was up high in the air like a flag raised that carefreely bounced in the air. This tail belonged to no cat other than Harley, a stray cat that had his own little territory in the forest that the kittypets feared so much. They stereotype wild forest cats as big, mean, rude, dangerous and savage. But maybe he wasn't as big because he was originally a kittypet himself, before his housefolk left and put him on the streets. He never seemed to mind it though, for he thrived on them. There would always be one housefolk and their kits that would think if they fed him, they owned him. Sooner or later, he always found a way out of their clutches and back to his wild home. Harley was an average sized cat who was only considered dangerous if you made him mad. He only really left the forest for two main reasons; when finding food gets rough and difficult to mooch off other housefolk, or to try to find himself in the embrace of a pretty she-cat, his Achilles heel. As he paraded merrily on the sides, his eyes looking around as he searched the place, his ears perked up at the sound of a cat hissing nearby. He looked around and something white poking through a fence. Intrigued. he bounds over to where they are and hops on top of it. He looks down and spots his target of the day, a pretty little white house cat. "Why, hello there, precious." he purred, laying down on the fence as his tail swings off the side. "What seems to be the problem?"

Doll was one of those cats that never knew when a cat was flirting. Why? Well because unlike most cats, Doll had to know a cat for a while before falling in love. She was more of the friendly type, though she preferred to be left alone. Anyway, when his little "precious" thing happened along, she found it rather as a sign of kindness than flirting. She was very oblivious to that sort of thing. When he asked her what was the problem, she instantly jumped to the conclusion that he was just being friendly, as she often does with cats. Doll knew that flirting existed, but isn't exactly sure what it was. It seemed like a rather strange thing to her, for you can not wrap your head around something you do not know how to describe, it's like trying to hold onto a cloud. You can not. Therefor it was very hard for her to find the difference between being kind, and flirting. When Doll finally got herself out of her trance, she looked up at the cat. He was a big, (much bigger than her), white and orange cat. This new cat,, Doll decided, seems perfectly nice. With that one thought, she had decided that the tom was nice, even though it would be hard for her to decide otherwise. "I rolled into the fence." she stated, her voice just as sweet and calm as it always was unless she was in pain. She had a very soft voice, that made it so she was often mistaken for flirting because of. It was extra soft that time, because she was talking to a cat. You see, Doll is always honest, which earns her very few allies. Because, if someone always told the truth, you were bound to get bored of the eventually. Luckily for Doll, her good looks tended to keep cats around for a longer time.

[Lawlipop]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Doll was one of those cats that never knew when a cat was flirting. Why? Well because unlike most cats, Doll had to know a cat for a while before falling in love. She was more of the friendly type, though she preferred to be left alone. Anyway, when his little "precious" thing happened along, she found it rather as a sign of kindness than flirting. She was very oblivious to that sort of thing. When he asked her what was the problem, she instantly jumped to the conclusion that he was just being friendly, as she often does with cats. Doll knew that flirting existed, but isn't exactly sure what it was. It seemed like a rather strange thing to her, for you can not wrap your head around something you do not know how to describe, it's like trying to hold onto a cloud. You can not. Therefor it was very hard for her to find the difference between being kind, and flirting. When Doll finally got herself out of her trance, she looked up at the cat. He was a big, (much bigger than her), white and orange cat. This new cat,, Doll decided, seems perfectly nice. With that one thought, she had decided that the tom was nice, even though it would be hard for her to decide otherwise. "I rolled into the fence." she stated, her voice just as sweet and calm as it always was unless she was in pain. She had a very soft voice, that made it so she was often mistaken for flirting because of. It was extra soft that time, because she was talking to a cat. You see, Doll is always honest, which earns her very few allies. Because, if someone always told the truth, you were bound to get bored of the eventually. Luckily for Doll, her good looks tended to keep cats around for a longer time.

He purred upon hearing a positive response from the molly as he curls his tail from the other side of the fence and smoothly pushing himself off the fence and lands on his feet next to the white she-cat. "Oh, well that doesn't seem good." he says with a concerned tone, padding around the yard he welcomed himself in. "You should be a little bit more careful, I hate to see pretty cats like yourself get hurt." he said coyly as he held his tail high in the air. He yawns and stretches his front legs as he continues to speak, saying, "My name is Harley, what is yours?" he asks, pulling himself back up to a standing position.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

He purred upon hearing a positive response from the molly as he curls his tail from the other side of the fence and smoothly pushing himself off the fence and lands on his feet next to the white she-cat. "Oh, well that doesn't seem good." he says with a concerned tone, padding around the yard he welcomed himself in. "You should be a little bit more careful, I hate to see pretty cats like yourself get hurt." he said coyly as he held his tail high in the air. He yawns and stretches his front legs as he continues to speak, saying, "My name is Harley, what is yours?" he asks, pulling himself back up to a standing position.

Again, the word pretty was there. Well, last time it had been precious. Yet it didn't do much for Doll. Pretty she-cats, well there were many of those. Plus, I think you have realized by now that Doll is very oblivious. So, she just took it as a compliment, and again decided the cat was very nice. Wow, he certainly goes out of his way to compliment cats. But, the more she thought about it, kind cats were really not that rare. She'd met many of them in her lifetime, therefor Harley was just another one. She decided right then and there, that she should be polite so that he wouldn't be the only kind cat. So, when he asked what her name was, Doll answered it in the sweetest, politest voice she could muster up. (Which wasn't very hard, seeing as she has a very sweet voice.) "My name's Doll." she stated, looking over at the tom. Oh, yes! Of course, kind cats always asked what the others name was. Again, how nice of him.

[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Lawlipop

He purred upon hearing a positive response from the molly as he curls his tail from the other side of the fence and smoothly pushing himself off the fence and lands on his feet next to the white she-cat. "Oh, well that doesn't seem good." he says with a concerned tone, padding around the yard he welcomed himself in. "You should be a little bit more careful, I hate to see pretty cats like yourself get hurt." he said coyly as he held his tail high in the air. He yawns and stretches his front legs as he continues to speak, saying, "My name is Harley, what is yours?" he asks, pulling himself back up to a standing position.

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