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The time of day was night far after many warriors had been done with their duties. Whether they were hoping to find romance, flings, someone to have kits with, or are already disappointed by the turn out and want to go home the two were there and now it was time for conversations to fly. They only had 10 minutes and three partners to choose from so it’s best to ask and answer all the right questions to get to know the other.
Each speed round had a separate area for the two cats to talk. This particular speed round was inside of a den that appeared to be butterfly themed. The floor of the den was blanketed in a rainbow spread of wildflowers. Butterflies fluttered in and about from the flowers to the den walls. The butterflies seemed especially friendly to the two cats in the room.
A butterfly with deep blue gossamer wings fluttered down to rest on the tip of Garsparkling's long yellowish muzzle.
"Get outta here," he grumbled, reaching up and swatting at the bug, just barely avoiding killing it as it took flight in the nick of time. He glared after the annoying insect as he waded deeper into the spread of wildflowers, pulling up each of his paws and wondering how he was possibly supposed to sit here and focus on their conversation without getting annoyed by the constant interruptions.
"So, Doefreckles, where are you from anyway? Me, I'm from WinterClan," he puffed out his chest with pride.
Doe didn’t comment on him messing up his name, just watched him with a bemused quirk of his brow and a wry, crooked smile. “WinterClan, are you?” he replied dryly, hoping the other tom would either understand he was mocking him good-naturedly - more-or-less - or just not pick up on the fact he was mocking him at all. Clearly he was WinterClan; you’d struggle to find a Clan with a larger percentage of cocky, self-important cats anywhere, except maybe SunClan. Not that Doefreckle wasn’t cocky and self-important - he was just better at making it sound sweet.
“I would never have guessed. Although looking at all those handsome muscles now, I don't know how I missed it." He forced a purr, just shy of batting his lashes like a fawning she-cat. "I’m sure you’ve seen a terrifying amount of things up in those mountains - me, I’d be too afraid to set foot in them. We SummerClan cats, we’re not brave like you are. The sun gets covered by the clouds and we don’t know what to do with ourselves.” He let out another purr, twitching his tail-tip against the wildflowers.
"Mm," he said, his gaze turning over Doefreckle suspiciously, sensing there was a joke here he wasn't quite picking up. He was used to dealing insults and getting under each other's skin, but sweet words weren't a common weapon, and he didn't know how to react to that idea. Everyone always talked about how soft and pathetic SummerClan was; were they really this open about how weak they were? No wonder his clan laughed at them all the time. What kind of cat just admitted weakness like that to a stranger?
"Well, you're right," Garsparkling puffed finally, stretching out at the far end of the den and making himself quite comfortable. "I've seen a hundred moonless nights and the monsters that come out in the dark. You wouldn't survive a minute up in the cold and the snow. You ever seen a frozen river? Course you haven't," he guessed without waiting for an answer. "When the water is solid beneath your paws, you have to be sneaky to find somewhere to drink and hope you don't fall in. Every WinterClan cat knows not to try and swim in the icy waters.... well, most," he amended with a laugh, thinking of his brother-in-law.
