Wandering

[WhiteAngel28]

The she-cat sat in the clearing, looking around. It had been a while since she had last snuck into the Moonlit Clearing. The she-cat smiled at the memory, her white fur making her seem ghost-like in the twilight, at least until she moved. He golden eyes took in every detail around her, watching, waiting. For something was coming, she knew that. She could already hear the faint whispers of the stars telling her of the newcomer to the clearing.

Turning her head ever so slightly, she watched the enterance, waiting for the cat she knew would appear. Her eyes narrowed, their pupils turning to slits for just a second before returning to their normal size in this light. Drawing a breath, the she-cat spoke, her voice like a whisper in the wind, "Thou cans't hide in those bushes forever. One must come out at some point. Does't thou think that I cannot sense thy presense?"

And then she waited, waited for a response.

[Hazel]

A light, joyous chuckle came form the bushes as the light brown tom, thin and lithe, slipped out. His eyes were large, expressive, and, although they seemed friendly enough, there was something there, something... Sad. Lonely. He'd never admit to it, but, then again, he never had to. His eyes always told others exactly how he was feeling.

I've learned not to assume anything. And I was not hiding -- I happen to enjoy hanging around underneath bushes.

[WhiteAngel28]

The white she-cat flicked a ear and smiled. "I supposed thy intrests are thy owns, but I would not 'hang around under' bushes were something much worse may be hiding."

She turned all the way around, letting her tail swish behind her. "Thou is wise not to assume anything, for one does't not know whether strangers are friends or enemies even at the best of times."