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Fielding didn’t fancy herself a sit around and look pretty type. She was meant for action. The rending of flash, the grinding of bone, the spilling of blood... She lived for battle and for the conquer. As things were relatively chill lately, though, she found herself facing her most hated pastime.
The she-cat flexed her jaw, gazing at her fellow clanmates. At least the ones she’d chosen for this month. How she managed to get roped into a matchmaking scheme by someone she didn’t even know was beyond her, but hey, at least it was something to do.
"Helloooo, my little lovebird~" chirped the matchmaker herself, woefully oblivious of the turbulent storm brewing in Fielding. Satinshore plopped down beside her and pretended to look around at their surroundings as if to decide on what she would comment on, but she couldn't contain herself any longer. She HAD to know! "So, how are things going between you and your new mate?"
(if you want, throughout this thread, Fielding can make some comically failed assassination attempts on satin 😂 like those scenes where a character is so close but some force of nature intervenes)
The she-cat tensed and hard eyes slid to the corners to glare menacingly at the feline to her side. She did not need reminding of the tom she was paired together with. She knew neither of them were interested in this little endeavor, if it could be called such, by Satinshore. It seemed to her that the warrior was so bored as to believe it was her right to meddle in others lives and comforts. Fielding had no desire or need for a mate. Not even Satinshore could change that.
"They aren't. I don't have a mate." She rumbled in a low voice, turning her gaze forward once more, attempting to calculate any frame of method that could end this conversation.
"Oh, troubles already?" Satinshore frowned. Fielding didn't do much talking or socializing, but Passionpride had seemed boisterous enough for the both of them that she'd hoped he might thaw her frosty edges. "You and your man should come in for some couples counseling sometime. It is natural for couples to have some conflict though, so I don't think we need to worry just yet about that. Why not instead of saying you don't have a mate, you practice visualizing yourself as a mate and with a mate? Close your eyes and level your breathing out," she instructed unhelpfully, still not listening to the she-cat's insistence.
A grinding of bone could be heard from her clenched jaw as she glared into the distance, trying her best to ignore the she-cat.
“What part of what I said didn’t ring your bell? Are you truly that mouse-brained or do you only choose to hear what you want to hear? Passionpride can go suck an egg.”
She tossed her head and stood, padding in any direction that didn’t lead to the bane of her existence.
Fielding could try her hardest but Satinshore was about as hard to pry off as a leech, padding after her as if the she-cats were tethered. "Oh, come on now, that's no way to talk about your soul mate, Fielding."
“And what power, pray tell, gives you the authority to not only sicc this ‘soulmate’ on me like some rabid dog, but to state with absolute certainty that this tom that has yet to show his face is my soulmate? I truly wonder if you were dropped on your head as a youngling or if you live in your own world so much you’ve forgotten how the real world works. If so, let me enlighten you.” She stopped and turned toward her unwanted duckling of a pest. “In the real world, there is no such thing as soul mates. There isn’t one cat out there made for another. There is chemistry, attraction, the innate ability to sniff out a compatible mate to produce offspring that will continue the family line. Let me assure you: Passionpride is not my compatible mate, nor I his. If you truly want to see our relationship flourish, stop forcing us together. Then, maybe, we could possibly stomach one another for longer than one shift of the sun in the sky.”
