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[Flare]

Thicket

I glanced down at the river, my eyes narrowing as I sought out the silver flesh of a nicely sized fish. Stay straight.. Stay ramrod straight... Don't let the fish see you... A silver flash beneath my feet and I swiped downwards in a scooping motion. A fish flew through the air, dripping water. Reflexively, my head darted out to snag the silvery fins out of the air and on to the ground, where I sliced open its belly. Pawing out the guts, I glanced at the water, where there were a few more silver flashes.

My eyes narrowed. Hmm... 

I lifted up one of the entrails, carefully, carefully lowering it into the water. I tried to be careful, I really did, but when a fish bit into my claw, I let out a shocked yelp, reflexively whipping my paw up into the air. Up, up, up went the fish into the air. Honest to god I tried not to look flabbergasted as the fish went flying like a bird. I bit my lip, my entire face burning with embarrassment. 

Something wet dripped on my nose and a heavy weight slammed on my head. Letting out a yowl of shock, I threw my head back, my paranoia at full blast. 

I whirled around, ready to attack who attack me, but all I saw was my first fish and a wriggling, flipping, and flopping silver fish, who's scales glinted like a rainbow in the sunlight. My face burned again, again out of embarrassment. Biting into the spine and putting the fish out of its misery, I cut open the belly like I did the first fish, pulling out the guts. 

That.. was embarrassing.

[Thicket]

Thicket was now annoyed and wet. The massive brown Tom rose form the creek, gingerly shaking himself off and felt slightly sore. What he had hit, he had hit it like a monster. He uttered an annoyed grunt then faced the cat who had gotten in his way. You sure are solid for a dead cat, he said still pretty dazed. Are you still with us? He was being an idiot as usual, but he would recover soon enough. All he wanted was a snack ,but that was too much.

[Flare]

My face flared (no pun intended) with heat again when I realized I had knocked another cat into the river. Embarrassed once more, I slowly turned my head, one ear flat in embarrassment. The cat was handsome, I absently noted. Scarred and handsome, but that's not the problem here, Flare! I scolded myself.

A hysterical, embarrassed giggle escaped me. "I'm so sorry!" I choked out, partly because of my embarrassment and partly because of my hysterical giggles. "I knew I was a bad fisher, but not that bad." I turned to the two fish I had with me. "Em.. I have fish.. If you're hungry..." I picked the one nearest to me up with my claws, dangling the fish in his face.

I glanced down at the water, looking at my solid golden-red fur, almost like a sun flare. My eyes were vastly different. One was a dark orange- almost flame-like, while the other was a dark grass green.

Enough ogling myself, Flare! I scolded myself, my face flaming with embarrassment again.

[Thicket]

He took note of the she-cat's eyes and well he was intrigued. He was affiliated on the orange eye, yet he was trying to not stare too long. She wasn't a bad looking cat actually and he could begin to feel a very very small crack in his emotional 'rock.' He made an honest effort at smiling but that evaded him. He would at the very least take the fish. I will take the fish and thank you. Name's Thicket." He was good friend of Drought's, but he exhibiting a larger than usual amount of social behavior than even most Deathclan cats.

However, she-cats always did seem to butter him up. He just had a certain weakness for food too and he immediately proceeded to take a bite. Chewing thoughtfully, he plotted his next move.

[Flare]

I eyed the tom, before glancing up at the sky, trying to look everywhere but at Thicket. I was absolutely positive I was on fire because of my embarrassment. "It's no prob-lem." I squeaked, backing up a few paces. "I'm Flare, by the way."

I couldn't keep it back. "Good Darkpool I'msosorry. I didn't mean to toss you in the creek, I'm more than a little paranoid that EVERYONE IS OUT TO KILL ME. Even you." I eyed the tomcat suspiciously. Was he an enemy? Did he want to kill me? I pinned both of my... weird eyes on the tomcat, scrutinizing Thicket cautiously. Is he an adversary? Wait- good Darkpool that's a synonym for enemy! I wanted to bash my head in a rock, but if I did Thicket might take me for an idiot and attack me. If he attacked me he would wound me severely because I had no training in fighting. If I was wounded severely I would DIE!

Ahhhhhh! It's a conspiracy theory! "It's a conspiracy to kill every cat on the planet!" I shrieked out of frustration. I froze. I sooooo did not mean to say that.

[Thicket]

He began to laugh. Started out as a deep, dark chuckle and proceeded to become higher and higher until the cat was thumping his tail. I won't kill you relax! Unless you give me a reason! He was beyond amusement at this point. In fact, he was happy for once. He had gone from irritated to interested real quick. I have your back and trust me, I'm a good friend to have. You see, good olde Drought and I are friends. The brown Tom was revealing his soft side, well what little of it there was one known. However, you do have looks that kill my dear, he said slyly and then stopped. It was his turn to be embarrassed.

[Flare]

I flushed again, more out of embarrassment than anything. Oh why was he laughing- oh. The heat in my face grew hotter. Why did I have to ask him that?

Wait- he has my back? What did I ever do to him to have him have my back? Confusion warred with suspicion in me. I pinned my eyes on him again, ears flattening slightly. The trust me part made my eyes narrow slightly. Then I relaxed a bit. So he and Drought were friends hmmm? I studied him critically again. So he wasn't out to kill me. Ooookay.

I flushed at his next words, "However, you do have looks that kill my dear." At this he seemed embarrassed.

"Thank you." I murmured softly, glancing at him warily. What was his game? "You are rather striking as well." There! At least at this I didn't flush, although I was more embarrassed than my last embarrassment. "Again, I'm sorry if I hurt you. Err.. my paranoia is rather.. high..." I coughed slightly. As if that wasn't enough in my personality. I flicked my white tipped tail, trying to avoid Thicket's gaze by looking at everything but him.

[Thicket]

Paranoia in Deathclan? Never. That was most definitely a non-existent factor, not. Every cat in Deathclan suffered from a degree of it. We all live in paranoia, just some of us can control it better than others. Did she call me striking? He was just a lumbering idiot, nothing for looks in his opinion. He was just one to protect and serve.

His gaze too attempted to avoid the person he was facing, yet he did not realize that both of them were doing this. He quickly took another bite of the fish as a minor distraction.