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His reflection looked back at him, rippling from the nearby falls, until Devotedcrow turned away with a sigh. He was feeling a little lost as of late, still adjusting to his new role in the clan, and had come to the waterfall in an attempt to clear his mind, always finding solace when he was near the water. Today, however, it wasn't doing much to ease his troubles, so instead the ebony tom decided to put his focus into something else, like walking aimlessly until he found inspiration-- or until inspiration found him, in the form of a cat he slammed into. "Oh, ow, sorry," he apologized quickly, rubbing his nose with a paw.
"Hey sexy," Honeyfrost said brightly, giving the deputy a long, sensuous wink. "Or should I say my twin?" It was true that the two of them looked alike, with black fur and amber eyes, but that was far as the similarities went. The former kittypet sidled up to the tom, grinning flirtatiously. "How are you today?"
Unused to such...bold advances, he felt his skin flush beneath his dark pelt. "Oh, um. Good. I'm good. How are you, Honeyfrost?" Though he remained uncomfortably cordial, he glanced around for a possible escape route-- but with the falls to his back and bramble bushes on either side, the only way out would be weaseling right past Honeyfrost. Crow did not think getting closer was a good idea.
"I was doing fine, but my day just got a whole lot better," she purred suggestively, her whiskers twitching as she surveyed the black tom. Stagestruck had been nice and all, but she was ready for the real men of the clan, and boy would she like to take a thick, juicy bite out of the deputy. He was hot. "It's nice to see you without all those midgets around. You look more... at ease."
Looking at Honeyfrost was like looking at a girly, voluptuous version of himself... and that was not a mental image he particularly enjoyed. "Oh, good, good. It's good you're having a good d-- wait, midgets? Do you mean...my children?" Should he address that? Was it an insult if it was true? They were pretty small still...
"Is that what they are?" Honeyfrost asked with a titter, lifting a paw to rub at her cheek like she was embarrassed. "I thought you were just popular among the vertically challenged cats of the clan, but that makes a lot more sense. You must be such a good father. That's really attractive in a guy. Plus, you're like, in charge. That's hot too. Did you ever think of having... more children?" Honeyfrost batted her eyes at Crow.
How did this situation kept spiraling out of control? He felt like he was doing his best to redirect it, but Honeyfrost was...especially adamant. After spending so much time with the notorious pair of beautiful besties, he figured he'd be used to their forwardness by now, yet Crow still felt heat rising to his ears. "Oh. Thanks. I hope I'm a good father," he chuckled uncomfortably, then swallowed at her follow-up. "Well, Orchiddrop and I haven't talked about it lately, but maybe..."
Realizing he was leaving things open-ended, the midnight tom added, "I was just about to head back to camp. Are you staying out here? I heard Graythorn mention needing his stocks replenished."
"Why stop at just one girlfriend?" Honeyfrost batted her eyelashes once more, sidling even closer. "The coolest toms around don't limit themselves to monogamy. Besides, I won't tell anyone." She ignored his comments about Graythorn completely, since work was not something she wanted to be doing right now.
"Honeyfrost." If he were a human, he'd pinch his temple with two fingers, but cats didn't have opposable thumbs so he sighed deeply instead, patience thinning. "I have a mate, not a girlfriend, and I don't want any more mates or girlfriends or girls that are friends that don't want to be just friends. Okay? I suggest you replenish Graythorn's stocks now," he said with a note of finality in his voice, hardly giving her room to argue at this point. "I can help you...if you stop the remarks."
