( She is not going to kill Mordecai. I don't care whether Foxglove has to juggle two relationships, she will still find time to kill Quicksilver as well. I think you might be forgetting the fact that Foxy is a lot older, and she is extremely into killing. x3 )
Robin prepared himself to walk away, his eyes glued to an area of low bushes that he had just spotted. They would make a perfect sleeping place for the night. His first step away faltered as she spoke again, "I was..." He sighed, not wanting to burst her happy, little bubble. "I mean, I'm not hungry right now. I've just eaten. Hey, how about tomorrow? I'll be staying here tonight, maybe I'll ask you then." Robin wouldn't, of course. He wasn't the sort of cat that got kittens to do his bidding. "Have you got anywhere to stay? You'll be okay, right? No where dangerous; no cars?" Although he wanted an early night, he had to make sure she's be okay first.
Foxglove reached the top a few seconds before Sushi, and she used the time to rearrange her features and bring her breathing under control. When he finally arrived, the she-cat stepped forwards, smiling smugly as he let her enter the building/shack (can't remember what it was x3) first. She made sure that her tail ran along his back as she stalked past him. Blinking quickly, Foxglove purred in reply, settling herself down and wrapping her paws across her paws as she gazed intently after Sushi. While she waited, the she-cat planned what she was going to do. First she would eat, then she would flirt some more and then she would sleep. The next day all depended on how she felt. Maybe he'd be good to keep around, especially if he could hunt. But if he gets clingy... Foxglove's amber eyes narrowed, and she unsheathed her claws subconsciously. This cat did not like clingy males, they were as bad as kittens. Hissing softly, Foxglove jumped as Sushi spoke, instantly relaxing into a smile. "Oh, you're fast. What an amazing hunter. I could never catch a pigeon with broken wings." Laughing quickly, she turned her gaze to him, deciding to think about tomorrow when it came. She sheathed her claws again without a murmur, hoping he hadn't seen her expression.