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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 located a little way out at a small cove. Beach waves rolled onto the snow white sandy shores, while the seafoam lulled behind each relaxing ocean wave. Along the shoreline were seashells as well as some lively hermit crabs. With a dark sky above the ocean never looked quite as brilliantly powerful as it did in this moment.
Deathpaw led the way along the beach, entranced by the cute little seashells and the quick but tiny crabs scuttling in front of the waters. He just wanted to scoop up the little fellows and let them crawl over his shoulders, they would be like tiny little pets, and it took all his strength to resist the urge. It wouldn't do to just lay down and start playing, right?
He sighed dramatically as he stared over the water, thinking of the most dark and impressive thing to first come to mind:
"That ocean out there, so dark and wild, it's like me."
Astutepaw was going to cry, he knew that already just looking at the intimidating tom before him. A blush rose on his cheeks as he attempted to speak to the tom, to even just say hello. Then the words were taken from him as Deathpaw spoke up, comparing himself to the ocean. Cocking his head to the side, the main coon looked from the ocean waves to the dark tom before him. "I..I don't see it. The ocean is pretty light in color and you have a darker complexion. Plus the waves are lapping gently at the shore, while you've got an inti-" He cut himself off, not wishing to insult and thus anger the other cat. Astutepaw's eyes darted for anything to try and cover his mistake before the tom became angry and started yelling at him. "Oh, look a paguroidea!" In his panic, he'd stated the scientific name for the hermit crab instead of calling it a hermit crab as most, normal cats would know it by. But poor Atutepaw has never been normal and always smarter than he should be, at least in the intelligence area not so much in the social area.
He was... questioning his simile? Deathpaw's ears twitched back. Who does that? Astutepaw wasn't wrong, but it wasn't supposed to be a direct comparison... maybe if he had more time to prepare he could have come up with something better. He huffed, flipped his head back as he rolled his eyes extra dramatically, preparing his response when-
Paguroidea?
It took his mind a minute to catch up, but by the time it did, his mouth was already moving.
"Aren't they so cool? I was just looking at them, I've never seen them before," Deathpaw breathed, dropping his act entirely as he crouched down and marveled at one of the little creatures. "They're so tiny! We have pleurocerids that live in the rivers lower down in the territory, but those snails are slow, not nearly as quick as these crabs."
