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Spider moves through the shadows like she’s born of them, her sleek black-and-white form melting into the dark undergrowth at SkyClan’s border. She enjoys the quiet thrill that comes with pushing the limits, crossing borders that aren’t hers to cross. Her sharp blue eyes scan the familiar surroundings of the Clan’s territory with the precision of someone who has spent far too much time skirting the line between visitor and invader. But tonight, she isn’t here to cause trouble—well, not yet. Her destination lies just beyond the trees, a certain red-and-white cat who has been on her mind more than usual.
Butcher. The mere thought of her brings a flicker of amusement across Spider’s sharp features. Their last encounter was... entertaining, to say the least, especially with so many of Spider's siblings involved. There’s something about Butcher—her bright personality, her subtle reactions to Spider’s advances—that makes her worth the trouble of visiting. The border is close now, the familiar scent markers of SkyClan strong in the air, but Spider isn’t deterred. She knows the routine well enough—SkyClan cats like their borders, sure, but Spider has made a habit of dancing along the edge, testing their patience. She can already hear the faint sounds of the forest, the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl. Sliding forward, her paws silent on the damp earth, Spider stops just short of the border, her blue eyes scanning the area for any sign of Butcher. Her visits are never planned, yet she has a knack for finding the other cat, as if fate—or perhaps just Spider’s own stubbornness—draws them together. She sits down, her tail flicking idly behind her as she waits, the tension of the night thrumming in her chest. It won’t be long. She knows Butcher will show up eventually. She always does.
When the faintest sound of movement reaches her ears, Spider’s head turns, her gaze sharp and expectant. A flash of red fur against the shadows—there she is. “Butcher,” Spider greets, her voice a low purr, carrying easily through the still night. There’s an edge of teasing in her tone, as if her mere presence at SkyClan’s border is a challenge in itself. “I thought you might be around.” She stands, taking a step closer but still keeping to the border, a smirk curling her lips. “Miss me?” Her eyes glint with amusement, but there’s an underlying sincerity to the question, though she would never admit it outright. Spider doesn’t do soft emotions—she prefers them wrapped in layers of banter and mischief. But still, the pull towards Butcher is undeniable, even if she disguises it as just another game. Her tail flicks again, playful, as she takes another slow step closer, almost daring Butcher to react. “You haven't stopped to chat with me around dinnertime lately,” she says with a playful pout, her tail flicking lightly behind her.
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Butcher. The mere thought of her brings a flicker of amusement across Spider’s sharp features. Their last encounter was... entertaining, to say the least, especially with so many of Spider's siblings involved. There’s something about Butcher—her bright personality, her subtle reactions to Spider’s advances—that makes her worth the trouble of visiting. The border is close now, the familiar scent markers of SkyClan strong in the air, but Spider isn’t deterred. She knows the routine well enough—SkyClan cats like their borders, sure, but Spider has made a habit of dancing along the edge, testing their patience. She can already hear the faint sounds of the forest, the rustling of leaves, the distant hoot of an owl. Sliding forward, her paws silent on the damp earth, Spider stops just short of the border, her blue eyes scanning the area for any sign of Butcher. Her visits are never planned, yet she has a knack for finding the other cat, as if fate—or perhaps just Spider’s own stubbornness—draws them together. She sits down, her tail flicking idly behind her as she waits, the tension of the night thrumming in her chest. It won’t be long. She knows Butcher will show up eventually. She always does.
When the faintest sound of movement reaches her ears, Spider’s head turns, her gaze sharp and expectant. A flash of red fur against the shadows—there she is. “Butcher,” Spider greets, her voice a low purr, carrying easily through the still night. There’s an edge of teasing in her tone, as if her mere presence at SkyClan’s border is a challenge in itself. “I thought you might be around.” She stands, taking a step closer but still keeping to the border, a smirk curling her lips. “Miss me?” Her eyes glint with amusement, but there’s an underlying sincerity to the question, though she would never admit it outright. Spider doesn’t do soft emotions—she prefers them wrapped in layers of banter and mischief. But still, the pull towards Butcher is undeniable, even if she disguises it as just another game. Her tail flicks again, playful, as she takes another slow step closer, almost daring Butcher to react. “You haven't stopped to chat with me around dinnertime lately,” she says with a playful pout, her tail flicking lightly behind her.
[ please wait for @BUTCHERMAW !! once she's been posted with, feel free to post :3 ]
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