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fawnstep
{ She-cat, Warrior, 39 moons }
{ tags;; Silvertail, Venomfang }
Fawnstep froze upon hearing an annoyingly familiar voice from below. Peering downwards, low and behold, there he was. The famed Venomfang. She chuckled in reply to Silvertail's inquiry, calling down to the leopard-pelted tom, "I'm happy you have our safety in mind Venomfang, but I do believe we're quite alright. Unless, of course you'd like to help us," a smug grin spread across the tortoiseshell's maw, "In which case, you can take the eggs I left at the foot of the tree and take them back to camp." The last note of her voice chimed with playful mockery as she spoke to him. Fawnstep glanced at Silvertail, letting out a small mrrrow of laughter, much like a little school girl at a slumber party.The she-cat really got her kicks out of messing with Venomfang, as her little 'mermaid trick' had proved the previous morning. The oppurtunity to tease him now was no exception.