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"Hawt dang, look at mah sexy self!" The pleasent silence was shattered, broken by the shrill yowls of a single, proud feline. The young male stared at his handsome reflection, frowning as it creased with the soft ripples cast by the feathery touch of falling leaves. Goose gave a pout, pursing his lips in a supposedly seductive expression though, after casting his gaze over his fragile twin, it contorted into a broad smile. The tom broke down into a series of giggles, swatting the crystalline surface with a dainty paw. The image dispersed instantly. Goose shook his dampened foot before turning abruptly, tail twitching to a beat that thumped heavily in his clouded mind. His hips began to jerk, swinging in time with the steady rhythm. Head held high he trotted forward, hips still moving in their erratic fashion that he believed to be a notation of his sexiness. "Danger! Danger! High Voltage!" he cried, striking a perculiar pose that, really, was just an artistic tangle of gangly limbs. "Don't you wanna know why we keep starting fires? Its my desire, its my desire....its my desire!" A slight fluttering put an abrupt halt to his singing, a relief for many no doubt, and the young male looked upwards, plonking his rump heavily on the floor.

A kestrel sat smugly in the brances, its latest meal clasped in a canary yellow claw. Goosestep cocked his head, eyeing the speckle breasted bird with interest. Obviously the feeling that it was being watched crept up on the magnificent creature and it too inclined its head, beady eyes falling on its ground-bound spectator. Goose gave a gasp. "You like what you see, tweety bird?" he purred, mistaking the look of curiosity for something more flirtatious. "I think you're pretty and all, but your bird and I'm a cat so we just couldn't work. Sorry lovebug!" he trilled, his tones a little crestfallen. Bemused by this strange being the kestrel took flight, wanting to be free of this abnormality so it could eat in peace. "Oh, baby, I'm a heartbreaker!" The cat once more sparked into song, the out of tune melodies ringing through the desolate plains once more. The volume had increased significantly, Goose obviously pleased with his recent triumph. Fueled by an inflated ego, the male strutted forth once more, but it seemed his time to fall ahd come and, with a jerking lurch, his feet clashed together in an awful mess sending him tumbling head over paws into a cluster of leaves. They didn't call him Goosestep for nothing, you know.

Goose's disgruntled head popped up from admist the deceased foilage. He flickered an ear, banishing a crumpled leaf from its depths. "How come you didn't move? I almost crushed your leaf babies!" he suddenly exclaimed, lifting a rear paw to reveal a smaller specimen that was close to laying in tatters. Carefully, Goose removed himself from their clutches, shaking the flaky remnents from his pelt. "You should look both ways before crossing, you silly pile," he giggled, patting the edge lazily. He fell silent as he eyed the reasonably sized mound. Steely eyes flickered from left to right. Nothing. A cheery grin flickere donto his lips. "Skadoosh!" Goose's stripey form launched itself through the air, landing seconds before intended and rolling, once again, rather haphazordly into the leaves. The body of leaves trembled on impact, the top layers sliding off to gather at the base. Goose came up for air. "Surprise!"

Sing! Think! Dance!

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The young tom was easily one who didn't like to be messed with. He had a quick temper that went along with his fiery ginger coat. He was supposed to be training with Wreathedstar but to Starclan with that. He didn't want to train today. No...he wouldn't train today. So what would he do? Nothing really. Go mess around until he found it fit to head back to camp. Nobody would miss him. It wasn't like he was actively involved in anybody's life. He was there in camp to be trained and eventually be a warrior. nobody missed him greatly. For he was a nobody. He was just another cat that would be used to defend his clan. Although his lean ginger body and cocky personality was known. Finding himself wandering through the freelands that belonged to no clan in particular he sighed softly. He wasn't supposed to be here but what could it hurt?

As he heard the talking of another he changed his direction. Heading towards the voice he wished to find he couldn't spot exactly who it was. But Smoulderpaw knew that it was a tom and one that he didn't know. As he spotted the tom he tilted his head lightly. "Who are you tom?" His voice was questioning. Bold and strong. Smoulderpaw was a handsome tom. His ginger pelt two shades. A lighter as his base and a second darker color that was in dots and lines across his pelt. His eyes were a liquid amber, glowing brightly. He took a defensive stance. It wasn't uncomfortable, more normal if anything.

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Audits flickered forwards sharply as a voice, baritone and strong, pierced his girlish squeals. Goose swivelled on his thrown of leaves, on which he was now poised lopsidedly. He looked awkwardly placed to say the least, even uncomfortable, but Goose was enjoying his cushiony perch. Although, the constant readjusting of his body to prevent being sucked down into the epicentre of the mound was growing a little tiresome. It took a moment for the small tom to pick out the newcomer amongst the autumn backdrop, but finally his gaze rested upon on the auburn figure before him. A bright grin formed on his lips and his steely orbs glimmered with cheery abundunce. This was certainly a fine specimen of a tom; handsome, burly and well-boned. He had a musky scent lingering round his person and Goose drank it in greedily, savouring the smell that identified the cat as male. "Wanna jump in my leaf pile, Mr. Sexy?" he purred slickly, giving a slight wink and completely ignoring the intial demands the other made. He tried his best to wade through his leaf cluster in a casual manner, but only succeeded in toppling forwards and disappearing in a small puff od leaves.

Goose emerged seconds later looking a little disgruntled, but with his rapidly inflating pride still intact. He sat himself before the larger tom, stumpy tail wriggling excitedly. He recalled the male's intrest in his identification and his grin just broadened. It seemed Goose had completely disregarded the fact asking was common courtesy upon meeting someone new. "My name's Goosestep actually, not Tom,"

[/b] he explained matter-of-factly. "You shouldn't be so demanding Mr. Sexy, cats could take it the wrong way although, I do like a man with a bit of fire, rruuhhhow!" Unable to contain himself, Goose erupted into a fit of giggles, his more than obvious innuendo being too much for his eprculiar self to bear. Still tittering, the male rose onto his paws his tail, or rather stump, erect and proud. For a moment Goose paused in his excited notions, cocked his head and looked the male over once more, deep in thought. "My very own Firecracker, what a lucky little heshe I am," he chirruped.

Sing! Think! Dance!

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Oh good Starclan. What had Smoulderpaw gotten himself into. What had he stupidly done and what had he gotten himself into. Oh Starclan save me." He thought quickly as the tom began to make his way towards him. Smoulderpaw wasn't even close to ready for this kind of meeting to happen with another. He could take care of cats by himself....but a cat like Goose? Smoulderpaw was bound for failure. How would he be able to deal with this cat..... what in the world. As the words began to come from that cat's mouth Smoulderpaw backed away slowly. Not sure if he even wanted to be near this cat. He needed to get back to Zephyrclan, and fast. That or find somebody else to help him put this cat where he should be. Stopping in his tracks at the fact that the tom was giving his name. Smoulderpaw did something that probably fed into Goosestep's liking for him. He didn't actually mean to. In fact the tom was just trying to show that he was not scared of the loner. His back straightened and his fur bristled on end. He needed to be assertive if anything.

Snorting lightly at the fact that he had received a nickname of Mr.Sexy, Smoulderpaw shook his head and looked at the tom. "For reference. My name is not Mr.Sexy. For Starclan's sake call me Smoulderpaw. I will be leaving now though. For I really can't stand another moment around you....Goosestep." His voice was slightly harsh and he quickly brushed past the tom. His lean body was quick to try and make his way out of the loner's site though he couldn't help but know something would go wrong. It just had to. And he was right. Walking through a pile of leaves that a stick had been concealed under, Smoulderpaw found himself face down in the pile of leaves. A sharp pain coursed through his leg and he quickly tried to stand. Yowling as he tried to put pressure on his front left paw he snarled lightly at himself. How stupid. A simple fall and he had possible broken his paw. Lovely. More time with Goosestep. Great great great.