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Her large, piercing blue eyes stabbed through the shade of the trees, her delicate cream pelt a great contrast to her dark pointed face, feet, and tail. A beautiful Siamese, is what she labelled herself as, with a headstrong and prideful personality. It was rather hot, not too hot, considering her thin pelt kept her from overheating, but hot enough where she felt the need to rest in the shade for a bit. Her recent catch--a rather small bird--lay still warm beside her. She would continue her hunt later, she decided.
Singingwren rested her head on her paws, a short sigh escaping her lips. Today had been incredibly boring. It had all seemed boring after the fight with SummerClan, really. Except for the Gathering. She was still rather angry with those idiots, but their new "leader" did kind of make up for it. That cat seemed to much of a wreck to actually be leader. She snorted to herself, fiddling with the feathers of the bird.
Gold orange fur skipped through the trees, he'd just been with the most entertaining of cats, one from DayClan at that! Dewsun was a player, one that had no plans to settle down. He was also full of himself, narcissistic. Other words to describe him were charming, beautiful, lair, beautiful, greedy, arrogant, beautiful, brawny, did he say beautiful? His sapphire blues caught sight of someone lounging in the shade, maybe he'd get lucky twice today! Someone else to admire his beauty beside himself, he should really start a fan club, let Pearpaw run it. Dewsun approached the cat, "lovely sights, no?"
Singingwren lifted her head at the sound of a new voice. Dewsun, a lovely looking tom. She purred smoothly. “Absolutely.” She got to her paws and stretched, patting the spot beside her with her thin tail. “Care to join me?” She asked, absent-mindedly plucking a few feathers from the bird.
(So sorry! I've been trying to get things ready both for school and vacation. And I'll be gone till next week, just a heads up!)
"Don't mind if I do." With a quick step, the tom was beside her, his furs brushing her own. "Do you plan to eat that all yourself?" Maybe he could get her to share. The tom didn't feel like hunting for himself. Dewsun had managed to get his apprentice to do the hunting for the both of them, as part of his training of course!
(All good! Good luck with school and have a nice vacation!)
Singingwren glanced down at the bird, it’s feathers scattered around the carcass, some stuck in between her toes. “Well,” She purred, “I was going to bring it back to FallClan, but I guess we could share.” She pushed the prey towards Dewsun, offering the first bite. She was rather hungry, and she could easily catch more prey later.
Just his luck! “Why thank you!” Taking a rather large bite, the tom shoved the prey back her way afterwards. “Well, it was a good catch. Quiet tasty.” Dewsun licked his lips, waiting, not so patiently , for her to pass it back.
Singingwren herself took a smaller bite, passing it back over to the other tom. “Well, a handsome tom like yourself deserves a tasty meal, after all.” Loving the praise, she purred and, sneakily, pressed herself closer to Dewsun.
"Are you talking about yourself? For, my dear, you are a sight to be hold." Smooth-talking was the game, and Dewsun was the champion. The tom let out a pur as he finished off the last of their meal, stomach full and fur warmed by the sun, and leaned into her.
A blush coated her cheeks as the tom leaned in, and before she could think, she was leaning in as well. Singingwren let out a silky laugh. “I guess you could say that. You really are a charmer.” She purred sweetly. “But what use is a charmer to me? Sweet-talking, is that all? I need someone with some spice.” She lowered her lids as if proposing a challenge, and that was exactly what she was doing.
