It took the feline a while to spot the smoky-black pelt of the tom among the scorched trees- go figure, most ShadowClan cats were shadowed in dark fur. She had been primarily looking forward to an unfriendly face, a stereotypical ShadowClan grumpy furball that would happily rise up to her challenge and suffer underneath her claws. However, she hadn't been expecting a tom, let a lone that was pretty handsome for a frog-eater. Vixenleap allowed her form to relax somewhat, but she still kept her guard up in case the stranger wasn't as friendly as he made himself seem thus far.

The russet warrior gave a subtle yet smooth flick of her tail in return to his greeting. It was strange, considering that she hadn't seen him at a Gathering before. She typically sniffed out all the "good" ones for herself during such social events, so she must've looked over him by accident, unless he never attended a mass-clan meeting before. Vixenleap offered him one of her infamous charming grins before she responded to his innocent question, "indeed- sun's very strong today. Is-it-hot-out-or-is-it-just-you?" She paused before clearing her throat. Rats, she should have paid closer attention...he carried himself almost like a cat of authority. Whoops. "I- uh, I mean..."

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Whereas the tom was a little more paranoid about ensuring that nobody else was around, Vixenleap didn't care. She was a professional at this rate, with her record only being smeared once, thanks to that stupid furball of a WindClan tom. Anyways, she took care of that, and her secret had since been kept since ThunderClan had suspected nothing of the two kittens. A quiet purr of interest rumbled in the molly's throat as she seated herself to communicate that she had no intention of running off or "tattling" like some rotten apprentice. "Well, if all ShadowClan toms looked like you, I think I would have dumped ThunderClan many, many moons ago. It's a shame I'm not leader...I might spend all of my nine lives with you."

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Her? Taken? Not in a million years. The she-cat half-scoffed and half-giggled at his flattery. "Oh no- I'm definitely not taken. ThunderClan's toms can't handle me, as it would appear." She still spoke in a charismatic tone, although she raised a paw to lap at it in a nonchalant fashion, as if she were unsympathetic about being single. "Although, surely a tom as charming as yourself must've been claimed many moons ago." It was just a game for Vixenleap (more or less), although sometimes it obviously lead to...well, more. Admittedly, her feelings for Thornstep had been intense yet they were brief- it was nothing more than an accident. Of all cats, why did it have to be some boring, placid WindClanner? She wouldn't make that same mistake twice.

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Now there was a thought- she was kind of the same way. Although, this guy seemed like he wanted "official" things, like preparing some obnoxiously long and romantic speech as a form of proposal. The mushy stuff wasn't what Vixenleap was into- she was like her element: short, intense, and....well, fiery. She had places to go, cats to see, and she couldn't be held back by some cat's clingy attachment. "I suppose you could say I'm the same way, not a 'one cat' type of gal."

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