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The lynx point was sprawled out in the pale sunlight, blue eyes unfocused slits in the comfort that not a one of these sometimes vicious rogues would dare lay a claw on him. The perks of being untouchable. He could afford to be this relaxed. With a yawn he rolled onto his side, belly open to the sun's warmth as one eye opened to glance over anyone nearby. As if on cue, his stomach gave a soft rumble. It sure had been a while since he last ate... Perhaps there was someone reasonably meek enough to fetch him something so he wouldn't have to give up his position. Maybe one of those former SpringClan cats... With a low groan he rolled halfway onto his stomach again, cheek pressed into one foreleg as he lazily searched until he met someone's gaze, a smirk on his face as he waved his tail for said someone to come closer.
She always came without warning. She floated along like a cloud amongst the heavens, her gray-dappled-cream colored fur shining brilliantly under the sunlight. New-leaf was welcoming, as always, and it did wonders to Diesdrè's fur. In her mouth was a plump mouse, one that she had caught earlier, and she stepped along with her chest puffed out in pride. It always made her feel good, being able to fend for herself, and it made her disappearing much more easier. She could leave tomorrow without a trace, in pursuit of new adventures and games to play, and it wouldn't bother her one bit the home she would leave behind. For now, though, it would make due; she was living with her father, Feynvul, after all. Upon seeing the pitiful tom that laid upon the floor, she dropped the mouse by his head with a 'thud' and waited for him to acknowledge her presence.
He lifted his head the same moment the mouse dropped near him, his eyes flashing towards the prey before he looked up at Diesedrè. He may not be into she-cat's, but he could recognize a pretty one when he saw it. And this she-cat was certainly a pretty one. He looked her over appreciatively, his smirk not once dropping from his expression. She could be fun to play with for a while.
He moved a lynx-striped paw to rest on top of her mouse, head tilting down a fraction while his eyes remained locked on the she-cat. The look he gave her, with his ears turned back just a little and eyes turned up to meet her gaze, could almost be considered cute. But it wouldn't be hard to catch the dangerous glint in his sharp blue eyes. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked, voice soft despite the claws he dug into the morsel. Claws that said he was claiming the prey for himself regardless of if she was okay with it. "I've just hardly had a thing to eat all day, and I'm sure Cicero won't want one of his going hungry." A threat was subtly tied into his words, a warning reminder just in case she was unwilling to let her catch go to him. He would rather turn first to charming words, but he needed to see what kind of a cat she was. He personally knew the unknown even less than the favored he barely knew the names of, excluding those that had already been pulled along in his games in the past, and he couldn't jump into flirting without knowing how she'd react. He was also still hungry, and wanted to make certain he'd be able to get a meal even if it might risk chasing her away.
Diesdrè let out a soft sigh as Caspian's gazed moved between her and her prey. Obviously, she had put it down for him; her father told her to make friends, after all. She watched as his head tilted and his ears turned, his eyes meeting her gaze. He was certainly a cute tom cat, but not one Diesdrè would try to woo; oh, no, she never hunted in her own clan, after all. "I don't mind at all," She replied in a sing-song voice, a smile gracing her features, "in fact, I brought it over here for you. You looked a little distant and hungry, so I decided to offer you food and company. It's not every day you see Cicero's darlings without him lurking not far behind."
