She thinks he's sharp- not his claws, not his sleek appearance, but in his mind. He sprung right out of the shadows, and made some ridiculous comment about how being 'scared out of her fur' was a real improvement on her looks. Her glare didn't faze him, didn't slid the quicksilver grin from his muzzle.
And then, this tom Arrah has known for five seconds, declares a heartfelt apology. He says she's beautiful, and he's Rhydderch. He touches her cheek with his nose, and the grey she-cat giggles. She knows he's sharp, a charmer, a tom fated to receive his every heart's desires. She falls for him anyway.
RURRAH. it's official. reviews are love and life! or something