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CINDERFUR

NIGHTCLAN

we are who we are
don't stop burning

Nothing like a flood to know where loyalties lay. For all his continued uncertainty about his own standing, and the lingering trace of guilt for keeping the truth about his father from the rest of the Clan, Cinderfur hadn't hesitated for a second when danger had threatened. He'd offered his aid, guided elders and the weaker members from the camp, guarding over them as the entire Clan had relocated to safety, and in the days since he'd helped in the much harder task of burying Clanmates who hadn't survived.

They were sheltered enough in the Pineneedle Clearing, but it wasn't the secure camp they knew and most of the cats were on edge. Warriors were on high alert against threats, almost constantly patrolling throughout the day and night; in some attempt to ease their stress, Cinderfur had offered to take a look, to see how far the flooding had spread. Rainfur had accepted the suggestion and called Graywolf to join him, and the two had set off.

The forest was still damp, though the rain had stopped, and the ground underpaw was slippery. Cinderfur unsheathed his claws for the added traction, puffing out an annoyed breath when he stepped on a layer of slick leaves, only for them to slide under his foot. He stumbled, got back his balance, and growled as he lashed his tail. "We needed rain, but not like this. I hope the forest dries up soon."

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 24 Moons

Nimble paws begrudgingly sunk into mud as the gray feline kept close to Cinderfur during their little stroll through dampened, wet Nightclan territory. She hated the way the thick substance oozed between her toes and caked to her pads and pretty gray fur. She could be a bit vain about her looks from time to time, as the warrioress made sure to keep her feathered tail high over her back.

Irritation and sleepiness wriggled within the slender form of the she-cat, who was having a hard time adjusting to the make-shift camp while their cavernous home remained flooded from previous rains. But, despite her inner emotions, the gray she-cat managed to keep that mischievous light within her green gaze. 

She paused when Cinderfur almost lost his footing, only a wriggle of her whiskers suggesting she spotted it as he spoke. "What, you didn't feel like getting flooded out of our home?" It was a good natured joke as Graywolf spoke in that silky tone of hers, lifting a paw as some mud fell back to the ground. 

Those brilliant green pools of hers looked over the younger warrior, assessing the brother of Gracklestrike. The gray feline rather liked the aggressive, dark tabby she-cat which was evident with the amount of trouble the two fatal felines had gotten into recently. Cinderfur was a bit different than his sister, more level headed it seemed. 

She had to admit, he was quite the handsome tom but she hadn't seen him pay any attention to any she-cats within their clan. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she'd seen him show much attention to any cat aside from his family. Not that she would have noticed too much, Graywolf didn't go around stalking the younger tom's every moves. 

Besides, as of late Graywolf herself had been busy causing trouble at the borders of both Rainclan and Treeclan. Whether it was her and Gracklestrike beating the tails of some fish-brained apprentices or her by herself tormenting the son of Treeclan. Which... she kept that last part to herself, for various reasons.

"Besides, if it wasn't for that then we wouldn't be on this patrol, alone." Her purr was obvious as it rumbled softly within her throat, shamelessly flirting as she playfully pressed against Cinderfur's flank. She was definitely Blackwolf's grand-daughter, as it was evident within the trouble maker of Nightclan's shenanigans.  

I'm Trouble, Y'all

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CINDERFUR

NIGHTCLAN

we are who we are
don't stop burning

Cinderfur straightened, shook out the paw to flick off a leaf, and then padded on at Graywolf's side. "Hardly," he replied, as unnecessarily as it might have been. Like any cat- except from aside the kits maybe- was happy about the situation they found themselves in. The Pineneedle Clearing was a poor substitute for a camp, but it was the driest place at the moment. He could only hope that the water receded quickly; the sunlight was making it incredibly hard to get any decent sleep and most of the Clan were tired and grouchy as a result.

His thoughts about water and poor camps fled at the press of her shoulder against him, and he flashed a glance at her, his tail suddenly flicking as embarrassment warmed him beneath his fur. "Um. Uh- yes. I suppose that's one good thing that... has come out of this." He had to look away. He knew Graywolf was quite flirtatious, but he'd never had a she-cat paying him this sort of attention... even the short fling he'd had with Stag- and he couldn't hide a wince at the memory of the brown Tribe cat- had been based more on equal interest in each other. There had been attraction but not such open intent as Graywolf was showing now.

"I thought you were with someone though?" Half wondering if she really was interested in anyone, or if she was just messing with him. He knew she hung out with a few toms, but he wasn't the sort to pay that much attention to any cat- especially lately- to see if they were in any sort of relationship. And he hadn't really been that keen on looking for anyone himself. Maybe, if Graywolf was pushing for a real relationship? She was friends with Gracklestrike and a good warrior, the sort NightClan favored. She was friends with Nettleheart too, who had been born outside the Clan. That had to mean she wasn't one of the ones to turn their noses up at pure blooded cats? He couldn't tell her that... yet. Probably ever. But it was nice to know, regardless.

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 27 Moons

Green pools sparkled as amusement started to washed over the expression of the older she-cat, feathered tail curled over her back in a relaxed manner. The younger tom's question actually tickling the gray feline as she remained pressed rather comfortably against Cinderfur for a moment longer.

Was she with another cat?

Hardly.

Graywolf was known for her troublesome personality, her crazy antics and her flirtatious abilities. Why, it seemed like not too long about that she had that outing with Nettleheart to gossip about the toms within the clan. Since then, not much had changed, there had yet to be a tom that actually caught the eye of the young siren.

Sure, she bantered with Blackstag often enough but only because he continued to try and use that silver tongue of his on her, which never worked. She'd been sweet with Frostjaw on occasions, Acorntail and Deerheart were a couple others, she'd even harmlessly flirted with Shadowchasher for amusement. Not to mention those occasional run-ins with Brackenstride when he moped along Treeclan's border with Nightclan. 

She couldn't help it sometimes, toms could be so cute when caught off guard by a confident she-cat flirting with them. Cinderfur was the prefect example of that, as she held his gaze for a moment before letting her purr rumble within her chest once more. 

"A tom would be lucky if that were true." She was vain, but she knew it. Pulling away from the younger tom, Graywolf noticed the lack of warmth for a second as she padded forwards to let her green pools scan the surroundings for water with disinterest as she was now preoccupied with Cinderfur. 

"Don't take it all to heart, handsome." Graywolf purred softly as she turned her head to let those brilliant orbs of hers watch the brown-black tom near her. "I like to have fun after all." Whiskers twitched with amusement as the she-cat continued, flickering that shredded ear of hers. It was the only mar to her beautiful stature but she had come to appreciate the appendage. 

"What about you, got a she-cat you care about? Or maybe a tom?" Graywolf pressed, curious about her clanmate as he tended to keep away from the others. Which, that wasn't too much of an oddity, as Brindlemask was similar in that aspect. Even Nettleheart kept to a few cats or just herself, there were some who liked solidarity. 

Graywolf was not one of them. She thrived on the attention of others, she loved the spotlight and the warmth of bodies near her. She would die if she was forced to be alone, and that probably wasn't not an exaggeration.

I'm Trouble, Y'all

450 Words || Taxx Ginger - Frostjaw Fawn - Shadowchaser, Nettleheart, Brackenstride|| Acorntail/Deerheart - NPC mentions

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CINDERFUR

NIGHTCLAN

we are who we are
don't stop burning

Graywolf continued to lean against him a moment longer, her shorter gray fur pressed against his longer dark brown, her green eyes holding his before she straightened and padded on, replying to his question. His whiskers twitched with a hint of amusement at her cocky words. She clearly knew her worth and wasn't going to accept anyone who couldn't match up. He'd expect nothing less from a NightClan she-cat.

He rumbled a purr. "I bet you do." And she would; nobody, even if they tried, would convince her otherwise. There was no harm in it, from Cinderfur's point of view. She would have her fun, and when she was ready, she would find a mate and have kits. Or not- it really was up to her.

Her question sobered him and nothing would have stopped his thoughts flicking back to Stag. He glanced away, feeling guilt again at his callous words to the Tribe cat. He hadn't seen him since, even though he'd gone to the place they used to meet in the wild hope that Stag might be there. But though Stag's scent had told him the Tribe cat had been there, he hadn't managed to stumble on him, and with the flood he had been much too busy to manage to sneak away. Besides... like Gracklestrike had said, he was NightClan. And maybe it was better this way. He wished he'd had the chance to apologize, at least.

"No," he replied, fluffy tail sweeping behind. "Nobody. Yet. Are you offering?" He grinned at her, making it clear he was teasing, and yet interested in her reply.

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[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Graywolf

NightClan She-Cat 27 Moons

She didn't miss the hesitation from the tom near her as he looked away for but a second. If she pried hard enough, silkened her words enough she could probably gain some kind of anwser from him, but it seemed as if whatever it was was still fresh and possibly painful.

Perhaps in time Cinderfur would feel comfortable speaking about it.

The smile that marked his maw moments later brought a smile of her own upon her narrow gray face. Her feathered tail waved back and forth slowly like a blade of grass in the wind, the purr still prominate within her chest. A comforting and warming sound.

Of course her jaws parted to let a trickling, hearty laugh echo around them, amusement glittering brightly within emerald pools as Graywolf curled that fluffy tail of hers over her back. "I might be..." Her voice shifting between a laugh and a silky mew as she responded, enjoying the light banter between the two of them.

The Nightclan warrioress often enjoyed catching toms, and even the occasional she-cats, off guard when it came to flirting. Possibly promiscuous, Graywolf was quite comfortable with her sexuality and she enjoyed when she found a car that could hold her attention without much effort.

If she actually put more effort into just siren like luring, the slender feline could easily note that Cinderfur was a very attractive tomcat. He was from a long line of Nightclanmers, as she was, and a cat she could find herself easily getting along with. He was seemingly more laid back that his sister, and he could handle Gracklestrike and her aggressive nature then he could surely handle Graywolf and her wild heart.

Did she want a mate and kits? Possibly, eventually even. She was still young, wild and free and she enjoyed the life she lived. Though she didn't frame her life after her deceased grandmother, she know that Ghostlight had waited later in her life to have kits, so what was wrong with waiting as well.

Besides, she'd have to find a time that could put with her antics.

"Are you interested?" Playfully, the gray vixen took a few steps back towards Cinderfur, gauging his reaction and body language as she did so. Her gaze vixated upon the fluffy tom as she inches closer, their noses fairly close as she paused.

I'm Trouble, Y'all

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CINDERFUR

NIGHTCLAN

we are who we are
don't stop burning

A laugh was the first response Graywolf gave, but it wasn't mocking- she was still laughing at him, but not in a way designed to make him feel bad, or mock him. It was genuine amusement and he couldn't help but quirk a slight smile in return. Her following answer was about as neutral as a cat could give, but Cinderfur took it. If she was, then they could move forward from here. If not, well then, not much would change. They would be friends and Clanmates, and rely on each other still- but they'd never be mates.

When he would have turned to continue the patrol, however, not expecting much more, Graywolf's approach stopped him. Her question, the one he'd asked but worded differently, brought a gleam of amusement to his eye. "I might be," he replied as he padded away, tossing the answer flippantly back at her, and his tail flicked over one furry gray ear as he headed further toward the camp, but his attention was no longer so fixed on the terrain around him- his ears swiveled back to see what Graywolf was up to.

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