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"Now that I'm recovering from my sickness," announced the sickly yellow-and-grey tom, "I'm ready for a challenge. Brindlemist, you're a thorn in my side and forced me to visit your sister. She probably saved my life." Garsparkling looked around for the she-cat before he refocused on his opponent. "So, I want to marry you, instead of nobody else that I don't know. I challenge you to an eating contest... whoever eats the most prey wins!"
Dizzyspell stared at Garsparkle, a little dumb founded by his challenge. Most challenges were more serious if they involved marriage and other like things. Granted her sister’s own challenge was a little odd, but Seasplash had mostly challenged her own mate just for fun. She looked over at Brindlemist, feeling bad for the she-cat. This was no romantic proposal or daring fight, or even an arranged marriage. It was just a joke in her opinion.
"And eating contest? Really!?" Brindlemist couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the challenge, like really, most cats were diving into frigid waters or fighting to the death, while her particular goofball wanted to see how would eat the most food? The stakes weren't high enough but she didn't really care, she was dying to see how this went, "And what food do you propose we eat, my dear Prince Charming? Nothing's ready for a challenge like this... do we have to hunt it too?"
Garsparkling was not disheartened by the cries around him, and he sat tall and straight, determined to see this through. He was a little hurt that they were so insulting to him. But why would he want to fight his future mate? That was no way to start a relationship! This was a fun contest, one they would both enjoy, and he thought that was better.
He looked up as she laughed, and the yellowed tom grinned, beyond pleased that Brindlemist felt the same. "Well, we don't need to hunt it, that would just slow us down!" But she was right, he hadn't piled up any prey beforehand. Hmm. "... We can just take prey from the kill-pile, and replace it when we're done. A honeymoon spent hunting," he suggested cheerfully, "and if we run out of prey, we'll send some warriors to fetch us more!"
CleaverJadieracer @atomheart I'm giving you guys two weeks to get this wrapped up. If they're not they'll be officially ended in a draw with no winners, basically as though they never happened.
Wintrystar had come around to inspect the challenges. See what their conclusions were and how things were going. Stopping before the cats here, she spoke up, "tell me, have things been resolved yet?" She wouldn't stay long, but she would check in again and continue to do so until all the challenges were completed.
"I think I'm gonna decline the contest, only because..." Brindlemist leaned forward and gave Garsparkling on the cheek, "... You've already won my heart, silly! Of course I'll be your wife. That being said, I'm still adamant that we play this game of yours, the winner just gets to be the alpha of the relationship."
The silver-and-ginger she-cat padded over to the fresh-kill pile and pulled out a stringy snow hare, putting it in front of her, "Go and pick your prey and we'll start."
