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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 near a two-leg place, but just far enough to feel safe. The park felt different than the forest, manicured green lawns that never passed a paw in height. There were small heavenly made streams that seemed to be purposely made for beauty. Perhaps the best part of the location was the koi fish that ran along the stream.
Ghostcrown stepped quietly through the low grasses, curious at how different they felt brushing around his paws. After SwiftClan's latest move took them into twolegplace, he was becoming more comfortable with the strange ways of the folk who lives there, but he was still easily distracted by how unnatural their world was. How could the grass here grow so uniform in height? Where had these large, pretty fish come from?
He looked back at his companion with a gentle smile, thinking they were close enough now it must be time to start the date. "My name is Ghostcrown," he greeted, dipping his head. Speed dating meant they only had a few minutes to impress each other, but he really was not sure where to start. "Do you want to tell me about yourself?"
Cinderbandit hadn't been in the area more than five minutes and he'd already found a trinket and was sure he'd find more. It was a coin, a penny at that, but it was shiny and it'd caught his eye. Flipping it wards the other cat, he grinned, "Cinderbandit. Whatca wanna know?" Looking down at his penny, he glanced back up, "wanna help me look for more?" Hopefully, the cat would, because Cinderbandit saw this place as a gold mine for trinkets and interesting things. They could talk and walk, therefore learning about each other that way. It'd work!
Ghostcrown watched the penny flip in the air curiously. He had seen the small, glimmery objects around the city, but he had never cared to pick one up or look at it too closely. It was just another strange twoleg invention. "Ah, sure," he agreed, doubting his ability to find anything useful, but he set to work looking around the edge of the pond as he came up with questions.
"Where are you from? Do you have any family back there?"
