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[KingHarry]

GnawingOnIce

Pierre's trips outside of his den were becoming more and more common. Escaping had become easier - he suspected partly because his twolegs were growing used to his explorations - and his sense of adventure was only growing. Today, the tom was in the town. He'd spent a while walking down the strange, hard paths that the twolegs seemed to use - showing off as the twolegs that passed him cooed over his handsome appearance - before tiring and deciding to rest in a quieter area for a while. That was when he saw here; a beautiful she-cat. Her scars ruined her beauty somewhat, but still - she was a sight!

There wasn't even a second's hesitation before Pierre strolled up to the other cat. "Bonjour, mon petit fleur." He purred. "You are, ah... How do they say? Stunning. Simply gorgeous."

The black tom made no attempt to hide his accent. He'd long since discovered that many of the females in the area found the way he spoke to be attractive, and so he saw little reason to reduce it in any way. In his eyes, anything that got him attention was a good thing.

"Oh, but zut alors! I have not told you my name! I am Pierre. I am honoured to make your acquaintance, madame."

[GnawingOnIce]

Toffee had been growing bored of plain forest and had decided to walk around town a bit.
She, of course, reassured Max that she would only be gone for a bit.
She walked across from the twoleg buildings, just looking around.
None of the twolegs stopped to admire her, she had no collar, her fur wasn't as smooth or clean as any of the house cats.
Maybe she got a glance every now and then, but nothing adoring.
Her ears pricked whenever she heard a few twolegs speaking to a cat in high voices.
This tom had glossy fur, looking nothing of a wild cat.
She decided to lay down on the grass beside the small path and take a break.
"Bonjour, mon petit fleur."
Toffee sat up to see the cat she saw earlier in front of her.
He certainly was a sight up close!
"You are, ah... How do they say? Stunning. Simply gorgeous."
Pink quickly spread across the siamese's face, she hadn't expected him to take interest in her.
"Why, thank you."
She purred in response.
The tom introduced himself, his name was Pierre.
His accent was intriguing to her, she thought it fit him well.
"Nice to meet you, Pierre, I'm Toffee."

[KingHarry]

"Toffee. Magnifique. The name suits you, madame." Pierre replied. He had no idea what the name meant - presumably it was a translation that he had yet to learn. The cat had managed to pick up the language of this new area pretty well but he was by no means perfect yet.

He stretched - showing off his body as his spine curved upwards - before he sat down and began delicately licking his paws. Pierre was a very clean cat. He liked to look his best and, of course, that meant removing every single speck of dirt that ever landed on his body.

"So," the tom said in between licks. "What is somebody as beautiful as you doing out here, hm? Shouldn't you be inside, being pampered?"

[GnawingOnIce]

Toffee thanked the other cat as he complimented her name. Her ears pricked whenever Pierre asked her about being 'inside', she assumed he was talking about the twoleg dens. "Oh, I'm not a kittypet - er, a house cat. I live with two other cats in the forest." She hoped that didn't stop Pierre from talking to her, she liked his company. "However, I was a house cat a long time ago." Toffee licked one of her paws and drew it over her ear.

[KingHarry]

"Oh, a wild cat? How, how do you say... Exciting!" Not that Pierre would ever want to live in the forest himself, though. No, he very much liked his twoleg nest, thank you very much. It was warm and clean, and his twolegs gave him both food and attention. If he lived in the forest, then he would have to hunt for himself. That would be utterly unacceptable.

But a trip into the forest, Pierre wouldn't mind that - providing it was only a short one, anyway. "Perhaps you could show me where you live one day?" He suggested. "I am sure it is beautiful."

[GnawingOnIce]

Toffee smiled sheepishly as Pierre commented on her being a wild cat. "I guess I could take you there someday, as long as Max doesn't mind. We live in the forest beside the park, I'm sure you know it, we stay in a cave with comfy moss nests to sleep on. It's great shelter for the cold weather!" She described where she lived best she could, she really liked it there rather than just wandering around aimlessly.