A young tom washes.

[Ten]

"Well..." The tall tom took a few steps away, tail to her, then sat down to lick his paw and swipe it over his ear. He looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk and suggested, "...ya could have my kits."

[Gosh]

A shiver trembled down her spine. Frailheart loathed the very idea. To have kits with Grimykit, whose name she actually thought suited him quite well (his very nature was foul, as was what came out of his mouth)... She closed her eyes. And she thought about his threat of ripping her throat out. She wasn't sure if that was preferable to what he wanted. "How does that benefit you?" she asked with her eyes still closed. "I mean, then we would have to take care of them and train them..." She trailed off, thinking bitterly that it would be Grimykit doing most of the training.

[Ten]

"Me? Pff, who's sayin' I has ta do nothin' once they's born? There ya goes again, talkin' like a Clanner..." he trailed off, gaze flickering to the cracks in the walls. Then he looked back at her, stood, and approached.

[Gosh]

Frailheart raised her eyebrows. "Oh? I was assuming you'd want kits because you would want to have someone to catch you prey when you were too old to hunt. But you know, if the kits never knew you, then they might not feel any loyalty to you." Realizing she sounded like she was agreeing to his demand, she scowled.

[Ten]

"I already toldja - I don't hunt. Don't need ta hunt and don't need no loytally neither." He didn't consider her words to be a protest so, in his mind, she must be willing. He stepped towards her again but before he could come closer, a deep growl sounded from beside him. The white cat shoved him aside and with a hiss Grimykit scrambled away.

[Gosh]

ooc| Frozenheartttt TO THE RESCUE!

bic|

Frailheart gulped as the white cat shoved Grimykit aside. She was grateful, but afraid of this newcomer - he was bigger than Grimykit and she wasn't sure if he was friendly. 'This is why you don't socialize,' she mentally scolded herself.

[Ten]

ooc| Yup. Purdy much. X3
...Having two F-heart cats might be a little confusing.

bic|

Frozenheart watched the tabby flee until he was far away. The white tom then relaxed. His fur flattened and he rubbed his head against Frailheart's shoulder, ramming into her.

[Gosh]

"Arg," Frailheart gasped, falling to the ground. "Wh-why..." She trailed off, not wanting to make the white tom mad. 'He probably didn't mean to,' she thought to herself. 'I'm easy to knock over.'

[Ten]

An apologetic look flooded his blue eyes. He tried to help her up, taking her scruff in his jaws and lifting like a mother would her kitten. She was heavier than expected.

[Gosh]

"Erm, thanks," Frailheart meowed as the tom tried to help her up, "but I'm fine." She struggled to regain her balance while her scruff was in the tom's jaws. 'He seems kind,' she thought to herself. 'Thank goodness. But of course, first impressions aren't everything.'