This Won't Happen Often (Fox)

[Midnight]

It wasn't something Ayame ever thought she'd do. The light brown tabby didn't think she would go this low. However, since Ayame, Haruko, and Sakura had split up, deciding to live independently, as compared to depending on each other, Ayame had been having a hard time. Although she was a much better hunter than fighter, there was just no way she could survive on her own this leafbare. There was nothing to be caught, plain and simple.

With that in mind, Ayame set direction toward the twolegplace, where she'd have a chance to mooch of some twolegs. She hated being near twolegs, and hoped that she wouldn't get captured or hurt by one, but a starving cat has to do what a starving cat has to do, no?

Ayame padded up to one safe-looking twoleg home, which had even a scent of cat to it- that caused the brown tabby loner to worry a bit- and sat near the door-looking thing, yowling loudly. "Will one of you twolegs here feed me? Please? I'm really hungry!"

[Foxpaw]

Blaine lay curled on the couch, a gray kitten beside him. His eyes were half-lidded as he day-dreamed, the warm fire crackling close-by. His twolegs were some of the more richer ones in the area, with a large yard a bit separated from the others, orchards to the side, even a nice little barn with horses. He had never really wanted for much, not like his sister who had ran off in search of love and freedom and adventure. Sure, he could fight a bit and hunt a bit, but he was content with his twolegs.

His ears perked, and he frowned slightly, rising to his paws. "Stay there Mia," he mewed to his rather alarmed niece as he slid out the cat door, the gold on his brown leather collar glinting in the light. He blinked in surprise at the poor she-cat. "Ah, hello there," he mewed kindly. "Can I assist you somehow, miss?"

[Midnight]

"Yeah.. I.. I.." Ayame was impressed. She'd heard kittypets to be ugly, spoiled brats, but this tom was definitely far from ugly, and was too nice to be a spoiled brat. After shaking her head, the she-cat looked away, "I'm a loner, so I don't have any twolegs like you, and I've got nowhere to go. It's really cold and snowy out, as you can see, and I'm really hungry.. D-do you think you could spare some food?" How pathetic can I get? Ayame asked herself, holding her breath. The pale brown tabby's green eyes gingerly flicked up to the kittypet's.. awesome amber eyes. This tom just got cooler by the second, and Ayame could hardly believe that she was probably going to ruin any possible friendship there might have been by begging for food.

Ayame truly was desperate. She was normally one of the shyest cats around, especially in her sisters' opinions, and here she was at a twolegplace asking for food. Things were not looking good, and the loner was considering looking for Haruko or Sakura to stay with until newleaf.

[Foxpaw]

Blaine blinked in surprise at the she-cat, listening quietly to her story. "Of course. I could sneak you inside to eat out of my bowl, or we could go hunting in the barn," he mewed thoughtfully, uncertain which would be the better route. He doubted his twolegs would mind too much. They were awfully kind, after all, and the she-cat looked awfully down and sad. He felt bad for her and a bit guilty for his own easy meals and comfort.

[Midnight]

"I've tried hunting. I've been hunting all day, and the best I found was a puny mouse that was hardly edible it was so scrawny! I didn't try that big twoleg building over there, though, because I thought twolegs or some big animals lived in it." Ayame flicked her tail tip toward the barn. "I'm really sorry to intrude.. Do you mind me having some food from your bowl?" The she-cat truly did feel horrible about what she was doing, so much so that she was mindlessly kneading the ground in anxiety.

[Foxpaw]

"Of course not. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't help a lady in need?" Blaine mewed, shooting her his most charming look. He poked his head in the door before backing up and motioning to allow her in. "After you. It's all clear," he mewed, whiskers twitching.

[Midnight]

Ayame's neck fur lifted in embarrassment. He definitely did seem to be the gentleman type of tom, but to say that out loud? That was both adorable and embarrassing in Ayame's mind. He's so.. amazing... but I don't really know him. This is all first impression. He could be pretending. Ayame stayed wary as she ate the gross, rabbit-dropping-like food from the bowl, holding herself back from throwing it up as best she could. After all of this tom's kindness and generosity, Ayame should at least have the politeness to wait until she was far out of his sight to do that if the food truly didn't want to stay down, much as Ayame wished for it to.

Ayame suddenly realized that the tom's whiskers were twitching when she padded past him into the door, was he making fun of me? Maybe I was right; he's in no way nice! It's all pretend. The brown tabby thought.

When she finished eating, Ayame sat up and washed her paws before looking at the tom and deciding to make a bit of conversation to make the whole thing less awkward- or was the awkward part just in her imagination? "So, what's your name, anyways? I'm Ayame."

[Foxpaw]

Blaine smiled apologetically, sitting beside her as she ate with his ginger tail wrapped neatly around his paws. "Sorry about the taste. If you had come earlier, you could of got some real meat. I'll be sure to save some in case you come again," he mewed, secretly hoping she would. It wasn't often they had many visitors-well, besides Tigerfrost anyhow, who came once a moon to see his daughter.

He dipped his head politely. "It's truly a pleasure. I'm Blaine. And the little mouse peaking at you from behind the counter is Mia," he purred, amber eyes bright with amusement. He had watched the little kit skitter around the kitchen to where she could get a good view of the newcomer and was a bit surprised. "She normally isn't shy," he mewed, chuckling softly, before calling. "Alright, Mia, don't be rude. Come on out and introduce yourself."

Without another moment's hesitation, the tiny she-cat trotted out, dark blue eyes wide with curiousity. She was a pretty, delicate little thing with fluffy silver fur and a light pink collar with shiny twoleg stones around it. "Hi! How do you do?" she chirped, going to sit by her uncle neatly.

[Midnight]

"Okay." Ayame mewed, dipping her head politely. I doubt I'll be coming again. She thought, still a bit skittish from the fear of twolegs.

Counter? Ayame silently questioned, looking around a bit before spotting the tiny she-cat, "Oh, she's a kit, then?" The terms used in the Returned Clan rang in Ayame's mind still from time to time. Even if it wasn't an official Clan, it used a lot of the same terms, and though it had broken up so long ago, Ayame sometimes still had dreams- nightmares, rather- that she was there. "It's nice to meet you." Ayame nodded to Blaine and Mia.

Ayame purred, finding Mia to be quite the cute kit. "Hello, little one! I'm great, you?" It was a lie; one look at Ayame's showing ribs and thin overall frame and one could easily tell that she was far from great.

The brown tabby she-cat looked curiously at Blaine and then back to the kit, wondering if they were father and daughter, siblings, or anything of the like. Ayame looked at Blaine and quietly, carefully asked, "Is she your kit? Do you have a mate?" It felt weird asking the tom such intrusive questions, but at the same time, Ayame couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy toward any she-cat who had this tom for a mate. What a lucky cat!

[Foxpaw]

Mia looked over the she-cat skeptically, cocking her head to the side. "Oh, I'm great," she answered brightly, although her eyes were slightly concerned. She'd never seen a cat so skinny! Did she never eat? Was she one of those wild cats, the ones who hate twoleg trash and fought in alleys? She didn't look scary like the viscious cats in the stories, that's for sure.

Blaine tipped his head slightly, a slight flash of pain in his amber eyes, disappearing as quickly as it appeared. "Ah, no, she's not my kit, and I don't have a mate. She's my sister's kit," he mewed, leaving it at that. There was no need to go into detail to a cat he hardly knew. Besides, he doubted she was too interested. "What about you? Pretty she-cat like you without a mate to watch after you?" He changed the subject quickly, giving her his best charming smile.

[Midnight]

"Oh." Ayame mewed simply, touchy subject, then. I'll stay away from it. She decided, her fur bristling in embarrassment once more as the tom complimented her again. "Pretty, huh? Well, I'd be prettier if there was prey.." Ayame purred in amusement, trying to cover up her embarrassment, "No, I don't have a mate. My sisters and I were born loners, and we joined a Clan of rogues, loners, and kittypets in order to stop them from what they were doing.. I won't get into all of that, but that Clan ended up disbanding, and my littermates and I agreed on going our separate ways; can't live together forever, after all." The brown tabby held her breath after, hoping that the last part of what she had said wouldn't insult the tom or the kit.

[Foxpaw]

Blaine chuckled softly, amber eyes focused on the she-cat in front of him. He listened to her talk with polite interest, feeling his curiousity spark at the mention of a clan of rogues. He wasn't a fan of clan cats. Not at all. but this didn't sound much like the group of cats born in the wild with their code of honor and love of bloodshed.

At her last comment, he visibly stiffened, and his smile was a bit sharp and tinged with something. "Ah, I suppose so," he mewed before giving himself a shake and forcing himself not to dwell on it. He certainly didn't want to think about what the path to freedom had gotten Lilah. He tilted his head to the side, motioning to the softly crackling fireplace. "Why don't you warm up for a bit? It's cold enough to make any cat sick out there," he offered, all back to glowing eyes and cheery, unforced politeness.

[Midnight]

When Ayame followed the tom's motion to the fireplace, she cringed, barely able to contain her claws from sliding out, as that would be horribly rude. "N-no, I'm fine.." Ayame had never seen fire before, but curiosity didn't overtake her; fear did. A lot of fear. The brown tabby backed up a step and felt a lump in her throat, "Fire is something that I guess I'm not comfortable near. I'm sorry." Ayame dipped her head apologetically, glancing at Blaine with fear. She didn't want to leave, but the fire... "It was great meeting you, Blaine and Mia. If you don't mind, may I come to hang out tomorrow, maybe at sunhigh? I won't mooch food off of you again, I promise!"

The she-cat earlier had no intentions of ever going near the twolegplace again, but curiosity about the two cats she'd met and interest in getting to know them overtook her for a few moments, and in those moments, she asked if she could hang out tomorrow. Ayame wasn't the type of cat to be against kittypets, rather she was scared of the twolegs.

(Shall I start a new thread? ^^)

[Foxpaw]

Blaine watched the she-cat in confusion, taking a concerned step towards her. "Oh, alright..." He mewed uncertainly before brightening. "I'd like that," he purred, glancing around. "How about we meet in the barn or by the pond?" He suggested, hoping to make her feel more comfortable.

((Sure! ^^))

[Midnight]

"The pond sounds great." Ayame meowed, dipping her head and turning to find the door. She padded cautiously through it, still not exactly sure how it worked, flicking her tail tip in goodbye as she left.

(I'll get to it in a few minutes. Just gotta do one thing on FelisFire. xD)