B E E C H C L A N
Momo felt her tail waggling happily. It wasn't a normal behavior for a cat but hey, she had lived with a dog. This was the least embarrassing habit she had picked up. The fact that Honeyfur was anxious was absolutely adorable. "So what?" The she-cat just had to ask. Several moons in Beechclan and still she didn't think much on the code- not that Sorrelstar had been much for keeping to it. "Of course, we could always go somewhere quieter," she offered with a purr and a half-grin, taking a small step towards the medicine cat... then promptly ruining any appearances by adding, "Do you think there's a river beer here?"
Momomoon- Tagging Honeyfur
Sorrelstar's thankful purr had some genuineness too it- she was truly greatful to the allies who had helped Beechclan in the war. "Kits?" Her brows raised and her purr redoubled. "Kits are wonderful! The best thing a cat could have and oh- did you say 'ours'?" This was certainly interesting news, nothing vital really- leaders were mates with their deputies often. Sorrelstar winced despite herself, remembering. Still it was good to know all you could about your allies, and beyond that maybe she could just be happy for somecat else. "What are their names?"
Sorrelstar- Tagging Leaders' Rock
"Then you have indeed come to the right cat." Malloweyes lay down on the heat-stricken grass, waving her tail in indication for the other two she-cats to join her. The queen of cruelty huh? The elder felt a shiver of pleasure travel down her spine at the title- it was true of course, but a long time since she had been called such. In fact, it reminded her of something. "You, such an eager kitty, you would be Littlestep would you not? You seem exceptionally familiar but," she shrugged slightly as if it was of little importance, "Now what brings you to search out me? Nothing good I'm sure."
Malloweyes- Tagging Littlestep
Sharkfang gave the departing Nettlefoot a small, satisfied smile, thanking her for giving him and her sister some room. It was a good thing that she seemed to like him or Sharkfang would have likely been facing more scratches than he was willing to get this close to Thistlethorn. But here he was, very close and very alone with her, well, as one could be in a crowd of different cats of different clans. "Oh I'm glad you like, because I very much like what I see too," He dropped his purr to a low murmur, bringing his mouth down to Thistlethorn's ear once more before adding, "Hopefully we can arrange it sooner rather than later, red certainly is your color. Now-" The tom straightened up, and untwisting his tail from the she-cat's, lay it across her shoulders instead. "What would you like to do my dear? Get to know each other more? Terrorize a couple of apprentices? Find somewhere nice and quiet?"
Sharkfang- Tagging Thistlethorn