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An almost feminine looking tomcat; with feet like down feathers, exited the Warriors den. His movements fluid, and precise. It was almost as if Metaldragon wasn't a real cat, as his cool gaze travelled around camp. The silver feline must have not found what he was looking for, as his lean tail flicked dismissively and he prowled towards the camp's entrance. Even as a kit, Metaldragon never felt the need to socialize... it was never really a necessity to him. Conversations with bloodkin had always been tasteless and; quite frankly, dull. Perhaps all he needed was someone who actually caught and held his attention.
If anyone was going to gain another feline's attention, it was going to be Cynder. Not because she was particularly show-stopping in appearance, her body was coated with grey furs that weren't marked as anything more than average. Some would consider her to be tabby, others never looked closely enough at her body to notice intricate stripes. Her eyes, a hue close to the color of the moon with a similar luminosity as the night time orb, were often just considered grey. If a cat's personality was based strictly on appearance, Cynder would have been a she-cat who fell in love early and became a queen to healthy kittens, a painfully drab life that she wouldn't wish on even her worst enemies. Luckily for her, there was no such correlation, and the creature was able to be as frighteningly unique as she wanted to.
"Well, well, well," she meowed, her voice the same sort of flirtatious purr that it always seemed to be when she wasn't plotting out her next trick. It was a mischevious noise, one that was soft and danced through the air. "Don't you look like you could use some excitement?"
The tomcat paused with one paw raised, his head turning curiously to the she-cat. Perhaps Metaldragon was a little curious as to the she-cats tone of voice. The silver feline wasn't a toms tom, a true Warrior. He was sleek and rather... well, unfit. Though his name sung true, Metaldragon was a little more than his size, but typically a she-cat would be more interested in a stronger Warrior. He blinked his mix-matched glaze slowly before rotating to face his Clanmate, deciding to full his curiosity. Metaldragon cocked his head at Cynder, "Depends on the nature of the excitement." His voice was thoughtful, and slightly chilled. "After all, a fire can be exciting."
"That kind of excitement seems to be my favorite kind," she meowed with a flick of her tail. Those who knew anything about her at all knew that this was not false. Cynder, the right paw woman of the Tsar, had a penchant for that sort of thing. She had not changed her devotion to Tiveronah for no reason. "Hell, it might be nice to be able to warm our pelts after the floods." She offered him a wink, one that she would offer to any cat, male or female. Despite her flirtatious nature, she didn't seem to be interested in much of anyone, and the flings she had were short and sweet. That didn't stop her from playing the game, though. After all, Cynder loved her games.
