She Was Like Fire
Summary: Fire burns fast, hot, and falls silent again.
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She was like fire. She burned silent and fast. Rare moments of abandon that rippled through the tribe and drew the attention of everyone around.
So passionate, so beautiful, so fragile as she danced as if caught in the wind. But she would burn anyone that tried to get close. For that, all the toms wanted her, and the queens all admired her. For her grace and her standing in the tribe.
Even cat's outside of the tribe wanted her. It was not a hidden fact, and she enjoyed it.
She flaunted it. Like fire, she danced to display. She lured and enticed, only to step out of reach as a tom got close. Her smile would fade as a tom approached and tried to join her dance. But it returned as they drew away and she was alone in her own world again.
Eyes would meet, and she would smile at that one specific tom that had her attention. She would not draw away as he came closer, falling into step his her and drawing heat from her fire. Though, he always stopped her. Stopped the dance and shooed the other cats away with a smile and wave.
The rest of the dance was private. Only meant to burn between the two.
How Munkustrap did love to watch Demeter dance.
She was like fire.