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Post by Kala on Dec 19, 2009 12:26:40 GMT -5
Glancing towards Inkblotch, Rainsong gave a soft smirk as he pushed forward padding through the forest with ease. "Well," he chuckled curling his tail a bit,"There is something thats bothering me, but it would be a shame if he ran off." His reply was cool and collective, but held so much within that statement. Though he left it for the other tom to figure out for that was all he was going to say or even do. He was never one to jump the gun, oh no. He just set out piles of bullets for the other take.
Both eyes gleamed brightly as they glued onto the other tom. Maybe this tom liked other males as well? It was worth a shot with a clan full of wincing she-cats that wanted at nothing than to be with the tom of their choice.
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Post by dragon on Dec 20, 2009 1:04:08 GMT -5
Inkblotch blinked once. An immediate thought jumped into his mind. "Me?? Do you want me to go?" His green eyes widened like a kit's as Rainsong looked at him. Was Rainsong observing his assets? Blood flooded his ears with the thought of Rainsong looking at him with attraction. Though, it wasn't hard to see why all the she-cats fell into adoration with him, being so slick and cool.
Inkblotch himself wasn't anything like that. He stumbled around, fumbled on words a lot, and was most kit like than any other fully-grown tom. He was often fasinated by things that no one would think interesting, like the wind or a passing cloud mass. But that all had nothing to do with RainSong.
"I mean..." Inkblotch's black coat shivered, " I make lots of cats uncomfortable...mostly because they just aren't like me," he thought or a second, on how to drop the hint. Or was it a bomb? "I just wasn't meant to go with a she-cat. I think that makes everyone a little uncomfortable." There. Now it was up to Rainsong's own intellect to pick out the words that mattered most. Hopefully he would. That way Inkblotch could tell if it made the cool, reserved tom at ease, or with discomfort.
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Post by Kala on Dec 27, 2009 14:51:46 GMT -5
RainSong chuckled a bit listening to Inkblotch go on about his worries and how others were wary of the other tom. Blinking slowly, he began to circle the other tom and his tail slowly drew across Inkblotch's muzzle before flicking his nose. "Talking so much might be why others feel uncomfortable around you," he said trying to place out his words with care. "But that is what makes you different and she-cats never like anything that is out of the norm...but." He paused for a moment to give off a long cool chuckle before stopping right beside the other warrior. "Others don't fear it." Then RainSong began to walk deeper into the forest. How he loved his game. He never got the chance to completely play it for the other player always fell through or never got what he was hinting at.
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Post by dragon on Dec 28, 2009 15:28:29 GMT -5
"Fear..." Inkblotch closed his eyes, listening to the ripples of Rainsong's voice, "Don't mind, you mean?" He asked, as he inhaled deeply. He was moving so richly, so smoothly, just like velvet. Quickly he stopped his tongue from making any other remarks, and stumbled after the tom who was padding away, deeper into the thick wood. So smooth, so slick, it was impossible to not fall for this tom. He saw now why all the she-cats feed, almost litterally, right out of his paws. But did he, Inkblotch himself, want to be just like all of those fan-shes? Most certiantly not!
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