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The time of day was night far after many warriors had been done with their duties. Whether they were hoping to find romance, flings, someone to have kits with, or are already disappointed by the turn out and want to go home the two were there and now it was time for conversations to fly. They only had 10 minutes and three partners to choose from so it’s best to ask and answer all the right questions to get to know the other.
Each speed round had a separate area for the two cats to talk. This particular speed round was inside of a den that appeared to be butterfly themed. The floor of the den was blanketed in a rainbow spread of wildflowers. Butterflies fluttered in and about from the flowers to the den walls. The butterflies seemed especially friendly to the two cats in the room.
pLuto I'm not a poet so if it's not a great poem pretend lol
Lunarpoem coudl feel a poem coming on and smiled at the sight around them. The she-cat has only spoken in poems since she was a young kit after hearing her first one and becoming fascinated with them. "Butterfly, Butterfly, wild flowers galore flash of color, dart of light sweet sight, sweet sight oh butterfly, fly away."
She smiled as one landed near her paw on a daisy before her. The flower's white petals countered the blue of the butterfly's wings, adding a spark of color into the flower every time it batted it's wings.
Asher was honestly at a loss for words as he looked at the she-cat he was paired with, Lunarpoem.
Was she speaking in riddles? Or is it a rhyme. No, it must be a poem; that would make more sense.
He can't say he's ever encountered a cat like her so he wasn't sure how to approach her. Did she only converse in poems? He had to ask. "Hey, Lunarpoem, do you, uh, always talk like that or..." he looked around to find the right words without coming off as rude. He couldn't find the words so he chose to stare at her expectantly.
Lunarpoem nodded, a smile on her face still. She'd never been offended when cats commented on her poem habit, or even when they made fun of said habit. It was a part of who she is and she'll be content with that. Practically nothing bothered the she-cat and many were frustrated by that as much as they were her poem-speaking ways. Some cats thought she lived to frustrated others, but in all honesty, she just lives her life with no cares on other cat's opinions about her or the world. It's simpler that way. Simple like a poem. "Speaking sweetly, speaking softly, many speak differently. Slow or soft, rapid and quick, each their own and each unique. Poems and words, each with their own meanings and each unique to you and me and all around."
Oh good she understands me. Thought I would have to speak in rhymes myself, he thought to himself with a relieved smile on his face.
"There's no problem with that, of course. So...what are we supposed to do here?" he asked as he looked around the den. He had to admit that it was a nice scene, honestly perfect for a date. But with the little time they were given, Asher wasn't sure what to expect. Unexpectedly, a butterfly landed on his nose, causing him to sneeze loudly. Since they were in a den, the sound was amplified. "Sorry about that," he said apologetically.
Lunarpoem merely smiled, good naturally as ever to his apology. Shrugging, she gazed around, taking in the world they found themselves in. "Wait? Watch? Wonder?" She had no idea what they were supposed to do either but the space was nice and she knew she'd enjoy it. The butterflies had scrambled at his sneeze, but they were starting to settle now. Some landing on the still black fur of Lunarpoem's frame. Raising her tail, a monarch butterfly landed upon it. She head it out towards her date, showing the pretty creature off.
Asher looked at the butterfly Lunarpoem presented to him. As much time as he spent in nature, he never really paid attention to the insects so it came as a shock to him by how beautiful they were. "Ah..." he said as he admired the creature. "Do you like them?" he asked the she-cat.
She shrugged, not really caring one way or another. They were nice to watch and look at, but she'd never been one of those kits fascinated with the creatures. No, her eyes had always been for the stars, just as many of her family were drawn to them in the past. They called to her, spoke to her, and many cats thought her crazy for it. "What of you? Do you find fruition in such small pleasures? In drifting sights and fluttering moments? Do the winds call you or the howling of creatures? What voices do you hearing? Which do you answer?" what made him tick? What kind of cat was he, the tom standing before her? Lunarpoem cocked her head to the side, studying him, curious what his answer could be.
Asher took a moment to think of a way to answer the she-cat. The more he thought about it, the more he realized the questions were difficult for him to answer. He would be lying to her if he said he cared about the little things in life but there were some pleasurable aspects to it. "Hmm...I guess I would have to say yes? I honestly never gave it much thought to be honest with you." He winced slightly, realizing what he said was probably not a good answer. "I mean, now that I'm here, I have more of an appreciation of what I've been missing out on."
