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The hidden pond was a well kept secret of DayClan, not even every member of the clan knew of its location. It was a private area away from any authority figures for DayClan cats to gossip and go missing from boring patrols for an hour or two. The hidden pond was surrounded by rocky walls with a skylight opening at the top. A pond settled in the back with tiny waterfalls traveling down feeding the tiny body of water. There were small lilypads and minnows swimming about inside, it was a relaxing experience to enjoy on a date and especially not a location that many outsiders knew about.
Caracalrunner had always loved this place in the clan's territory, so to have her blind date here just seemed like good fortune. The small she-cat had settled near the water and was enjoying the fish swimming in the pond when she heard a noise behind her. Her date must have arrived. "About time. The name is Caracalrunner, and you are?"
Birch made his way cheerfully through the Dayclan territory, taking in the pretty and unique sights of the foreign territory. His bright amber eyes content far more content than any cat would have felt. Birch had many more reasons to be as joyous as he was. Firstly, the sights were nice, more than nice actually. Even as a traveling loner, he never traveled so far and seen such beautiful lands. Winterclan was unique in it's rough, rustic mountain charm, but Dayclan held a different kind of beauty. Secondly, it was a nice vacation from the prison he and his brother were held in back at Winterclan camp. It had been moons since he and his brother were brought to Winterclan and about a moon since he recovered completely from Greencough. It was a long moon filled of endless servitude to prove to the clan and it's leader that he and his brother were worthy enough of a stay. A small vacation from it all was well deserved at this point. Then of course, last but not least, Birch could never turn down an oppertunity to meet a pretty she-cat. The scenario was almost a win-win. Flirt you way around a she-cat and at the same time, earn the respect and loyalty needed for the tom and his brother to earn a place in Winterclan.
This was going to be a walk in the park.
Having been so lost in his thoughts and plans, Birch didn't realize he had already stumbled across the targeted she-cat until she spoke up. His orbs glided up in the direction of the voice. A lean, yet small ginger-bronze she-cat sat gracefully at the end of a pond, her green eyes wide as she took in Birch. He naturally exhaled sharply, his signature, handsome grin lighting up his already bright expression. Man, she was a looker for sure. Her blunt words cut through the tom's vision, making his brows rise slightly with surprise. A looker on a schedule.
"Sorry about that." He spoke casually, stepping forward to meet the she-cat, his large build feeling larger as he stood in front of the she-cat. She was a lot smaller than he first perceived. "You've got a mighty pretty piece of land here, I got caught up in it all, but now I am afraid I might be a bit distracted again now that I found a prettier sight." The compliment came out smooth, the the surface of an untouched pond. Charms came naturally to the Prisoner, especially around she-cats. " My name is Birch... at your service... Caracalrunner."
(Alright it's been ages since I brought Caracalrunner back so idk how to role player her anymore but she's sassy, hot headed, and small) Consuela
Caracalrunner raised one eyebrow at him and huffed. Great, she got a charmer. To think, she'd hoped to get a kind, tom to spend ger time with. Really she shouldn't have expected anything less from WinterClan. If she was to believe the rumors, all their cats were gruesome and mean. Fluffy giants, with rude attitudes and just plain cold. "Well, I guess we should get this thing going."
( Oooh this is going to be so fun to see how it plays out! )
"Ooh relax hun. Your overwhelming excitement is suffocating me!" Birch teased light heartily, his white tail whisking cheerfully in the air as he took another long glance around the surrounding territory. "You've got something in mind? A tour, a picnic, maybe some bird watching?" His grin lit up his already excited expression.
Bird watching sounded fine. Maybe he'd shut up during that time too. "Sure do. We'll be bird watching..." searching around, Caracalrunner searched for a place to watch from, "in that tree." A branch hung low over hanging the pong. Some large rocks were next to the water's edge and would work as stepping stones to get on the branch. It was thick enough for them to comfortably relax, and to not have to sit right next too each other.
Birch's smile faltered slightly. It seemed as those his joke backfired and now the two were set to actually bird watch. He had joked about it before to the other prisoners but maybe it was a Clan cat thing after all. He mentally chuckled at the realization. Clan cats are sure odd...
Birch's gaze followed the she-cat's noting the low, stooping branch and the stones that made a clear path. "Great pick, really hun, you've got great taste." He laughed, stepping forward with confident strides as he launched himself with an impressively long jump. Though the jump was made with ease, the landing was a different story. Unaware of the slippy texture of the rock, Birch landed but immediately slipped on the surface. Everything happened so fast, all he could remember was flipping forward before feeling the shocking coldness of the pond. Luckily, Birch fell into a rather shallow part of the pond, standing up immediately from his embarrassing fall. His pristine white coat was now drenched and drooping down his body, framing the lean body that hid under the massive coat of white.
Consuela okay so technically I deleted Caracalrunner, pretty sure I put her up for adoption but idk at the moment, but we can still do kits just can say it was with a different cat, a random cat. or I can kill Caracalrunner in the kitting and then go from there? idk
I am more than fine with kits having been created! This casanova definitely would have found a way to make moves! I think killing her off would be good and just having a litter made!
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