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Post by ashestoashes on Nov 13, 2021 18:35:07 GMT -5
The spy walked out of the den wanting to get a break from the youngling, both her own and adopted. She loved being able to love and care for the future generations of Primal Instinct cats but...sometimes she felt lonely. Not to say she didn't have any friends but everyone was always busy doing their own things and if Trish wanted to be honest with herself, she wanted a companion. Love was not something that seemed to stay around Trish very long, everyone only ever to walk away, grow up, or die leaving her alone. And though it was always painful she was a glutton of agony. In a place that was not one for being known as cheerful, happy, or hopeful Trish never gave up on the idea of eventually finding someone. Still love always seemed to evade her and sometimes she wondered why that was. Did she do something so bad in a past life this was what she was getting? Or did she have bad luck? Or was this her destiny, to always give love but never receive any in her life time? She tried to not think about it much but here it was invading her mind. Shaking her head she gave a small sigh and found some prey to eat on, laying down making herself comfortable in a corner near away from the mansion's entrance.
Mal was returning to the mansion after a successful spar against another trainee. He nodded and gave a small smile to his partner as they parted ways. He took a deep breath and his countenance fell to its neutral and almost angry state. Of course, he wasn't angry, or maybe he was perpetually and was just used to it by now. The day was young and he had wanted to get in some sparring before everyone was up and about, but now he was sore and wanted a nap. Mal padded further into the mansion and stopped at the prey pile, scanning around for something small to replenish some of his energy. Before deciding, he leaned back and stretched, extending his front legs in front of him and rolling his shoulders. He pawed at the pile of food and found a small but plump mouse hidden underneath everything. He plucked it from the ground and looked around for a good spot to dine. His baby blue eyes settled on Trish, tucked away but still able to survey her surroundings.
He knew of Trish, but had never had a true conversation with her. She was pretty, kind, simple. Mal liked simple. He enjoyed flirting and romantic tension but never progressing to anything serious. He had heard how love could change one's mind and cloud judgement. He didn't ever want that, and he had been successful so far with keeping it at bay. He had fun with the ladies, but that's all it would ever be. He had bigger plans and a future that didn't involve a doting mate and the little pitter patter of kits.
He headed her direction, stopping in front of her and dipping his head towards the spot next to her, "Is this spot taken?" He asked, slightly muffled because of his meal in between his teeth.
Post by ashestoashes on Dec 11, 2021 16:59:56 GMT -5
Trish was slightly surprised but also pleased to see someone was also up as well. She rarely got to talk to others so the chance to actually have a pleasant conversation with anyone was always welcomed. "Oh no it's free for the taking. Please feel free to take a seat." The spy took another bite from her prey enjoying the taste of it. While it was exactly fresh it was still enjoyable at the very least. "So what have you been up to today? It's still fairly early and, mind me saying, you look rather tired."
