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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 located a little way out at a small cove. Beach waves rolled onto the snow white sandy shores, while the seafoam lulled behind each relaxing ocean wave. Along the shoreline were seashells as well as some lively hermit crabs. With a dark sky above the ocean never looked quite as brilliantly powerful as it did in this moment.
Somewhere but nowhere... He couldn't quite place the scent emanating off the other tom, Cezra tilting his head curiously from where he lay impossibly close to the water's edge, the ocean's tongue lapping at the ends of his fur. That told him enough. "I never quite understood the cats here," he mused, "but you... SwiftClan, was it?... cats truly are the most curious. Why leave home if there's nothing to run from?" He'd only left because he had to, not because he was a foolish enough to uproot his life for nothing.
Upon arriving to these lands, he hadn't had any intentions of tying himself to a group of felines again---especially the ones here, with their strange creeds and 'lean on me' attitudes---but Primal Instinct's self interest served him well enough to hang around. Plus, he liked how others became wary of him just by his association of the group---they didn't even have to get to know him.
Post by ashestoashes on Jul 6, 2021 23:39:10 GMT -5
Locketwhisper pondered this for a moment before speaking with a surprisingly deep voice. "It's more or less different for everyone. Some I know are so use to traveling that the act itself is home to them. Some just seek an everchanging adventure with each place they come upon. And others try to escape what perhaps has haunted them the most...possible from certain individuals or running from past mistakes. Myself...well I have my reasons." He was happy to be in Swiftclan and no where near his grandmother Foxbane who last he heard lived in Dayclan. "But let me ask you this: what interested you to stay in The League? Most find them to be rather...murderous but I instead find them somewhat interesting."
The waters were something that Locketwhisper found soothing. Not invading the other cats personal space the tom stretched himself along the shoreline where he then sat down where the water almost touched him. Not quiet there but very close.
