Next Lives Much? This is Usually done by Noobs, but Whatever

"Frostheart," she replied, beaming. She loved her name. "And yours?"

"Redstart." he answered in a small voice.

OOC:WE RHYME, YO

OoC: We coo, we coo. Like a bird. *shot*


"That's a nice name," Frostheart told him. Suddenly, a butterfly fluttered past, it's orange wings causing it to be a point of attention. The she-cat watched it, her eyes wide, feeling a kit-like temptation to chase it.

Redstart had never had much of a temptation for butterfly chasing, and just watched it with tired eyes.

"I love butterflies," Frostheart said after it had flown away. "Of course, I love a lot of things."

Redstart blinked. "I only really loved running." he blurted out.

"Oh, I love running, too!" Frostheart said eagerly. "Do you run a lot?"

"All the time." Redstart whispered. "I like running through the tall grasses, for you feel elusive yet free. That's how...." he stopped. "That's how I ended up here."

Frostheart smiled.
"It does give one the sense of great freedom," she agreed. "It's also good to be able to run fast, in case a fox or badger decides to chase you."

"Foxes and Badgers haven't any time to notice me." says Redstart. "I am too sneaky."

Frostheart bobbed her head in a "Yeah, I believe that" fashion.
"You're certainly quiet enough," she said.

Redstart shrugged, licking a paw grumpily. "Whatever..."