sh[o]w me how to lie *

[Phantommask]

If you could call a cat a player, Phantommask would fall under that category. He could have anyone, and he knew it. But then again, could you really blame him? He was undoubtedly handsome, with a slender figure, and lithe, long legs, and a plume of a tail, which you could say made up for his very narrow face frame. He wasn't built for combat, he was built for swaying any females, and sway the females he did. But perhaps, perhaps, someone would come along and change this nature of his. Maybe one day. Though at the time, it seemed pretty near impossible.

Phantom rested his head on his paws. The day had been long, and for lack of better words, uneventful. With his tail, he batted away mossballs that were presumably left by some venturing kits. The sun would set any time soon, bursting on the horizon, as it did in the morning. The skies would be streaked with purple, and scarlet, and the clouds would be outlined with an electrifying light. Sundown had to be the best time of day, the most beautiful time of day. Suppose there was someone to spend it with, he mused, and glanced around for any fellow companion.

[Flightfoot]

oh, how the day drags on. Flightfoot, drug herself from frolicking outside camp to her lovely nest. she purred as she saw the entrance to the beautiful entrance to the Warrior's den. her blue eyes shone with happiness as she pulled a vole and a sparrow from the pile.

she knew another warrior would possibly be in there, probably hungry from a day of doing exactly nothing. she grabbed the prey and padded gracefully through the entrance to the den. she located her nest near the back, as she was a new warrior. she lay down the prey and yawned. she was thoroughly tired from a good day of running.

she sighed and looked around expectant for a pair of eyes to look into her blue optics. as she flitted over the den, she came to rest on a black tom. she pushed the sparrow towards the tom, her eyes calm and simple. she bit into her vole and she flicked her tail, every now and then looking at the tm expectantly.

she stopped in mid-bite and opened her mouth, saying smoothly,I'm Flightfoot.

Sorry it's not as long as yours. (wow that sounded dirty)

[Iceblaze]

Iceblaze was washing her whiskers as some cats younger than her were talking. Her pure white fur glimmered as she groomed it with long tongue strokes. Padding over to the cats, she mewed "Hello."