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Lynxfreeze rolled her shoulders from her perch on the lowest branch of a pine tree on the NightClan border. In all honesty, she didn't know why she had agreed to come. A friend of a friend had convinced her that he had the perfect date set up for her, but since he had known her for less than ten minutes when he pitched it, she certainly didn't expect this to be anything close to the perfect date. But, it would be interesting, and Lynxfreeze needed something to occupy her time with. So, there she sat, waiting exactly where she'd been told to wait, curious as to how the night would unfold.
His shoulders were stiff from camp work, and the long journey to the NightClan border loosened his muscles and allowed him time to think. He appreciated the former, but Singedwolf had far too much time to think the last few moons. The summons he'd been given was vague, leaving him questioning if he was here for secret-sharing or a fight, and the ambiguity left him uneasy.
The smoky warrior prowled along the border with his ears pricked, his gait fairly smooth despite his missing back leg. From above, his waves of long, dark fur and strapping muscles weren't too harsh on the eyes, but when he lifted his face to scan the trees, he did appear quite ugly. Vicious burn scars marked half of his face, trailing down his throat, and his eyes were reddened from irritation with dark circles beneath; nor was the look on his face especially pretty as he tried and failed to hide a grimace beneath a terse smile.
"You must be the one I'm here for," he rasped as his gaze found her.
The marble coated she-cat couldn't help but raise her eyebrow as he padded up. She'd expected that the least her friend could do was set her up with someone as devilishly good looking as herself. Amusement passed through her faint blue eyes. She leaped down beside him, brushing him slightly.
"I imagine I am," she purred, her tail flicking back and forth. Her gaze studied him carefully. "I'm Lynxfreeze. You must be...." she trailed off, hoping he would get the cue.
