Cloudedspot and Steelblade ~Private~

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    Steelblade thought for a moment. "Well... I used to live in the forest as a clan cat." he said.

    ''Wow...'' Mist's eyes grew wide. But suddenly she drew back. ''You won't hurt me..will you?" she mewed. She had heard crazy rumors from other kittypets, such as killing a million kittypets, eating bones for a snack, and drinking blood.

    Steelblade tilted his head. "No of course not..." he said. Then he stopped and chuckled. "You've heard all those dumb rumors haven't you." he said, smiling.

    She blushed lightly and sheepishly. ''Yes..'' Mist heard her owners come back from the door. A young girl twoleg rushed over and picked up Mist while squeezing her. ''Not again...'' she mewed, trying to gulp for breath. The girl put her down and Mist sighed in relief. ''Shall we go outside? The weather's nice.''

    Steelblade nodded, getting off the strange nest he was on. He stepped onto the tiled floor, his paws slipping out under him.

    Mist leaped through the cat door and outside onto the lawn. It was a beautiful garden with a tall white fence behind it. Mist leaped up onto the tire swing and mewed, ''What do you mean you used to live in a clan? Did you get kicked out or something?'' The kittypet's eyes were full of curioustity and concern.

    Steelblade sighed in relief to feel grass under his paws, even if it was prickly. he looked up. "Well..yea...I guess you could say that..." he answered quietly.

    Steelblade looked at Mist. Could he trust her? "M-murder..." He said quietly. Idiot! He forgot to fully explain.

    Mist felt her neck fur bristle. She rubbed her flank against his. ''I know you must have done it for the good.'' Mist leaped back into the house.

    "No, not like that! I mean...I really didn't kill anyone!" Steelblade called after her.

    Mist mewed, ''I mean I know you wouldn't even really do that. Even though your a clan cat, I have a hunch that you are good inside, even if you have done bad things.'' Mist curled up in her cat bed that was overly big. ''Here,'' she patted her paw on the other side of the cat round bed. She fell asleep.

    Steelblade sighed, deciding he would explain when the time came. He looked at Mist, watching her fall asleep. He curled up not on the cat bed, but beside it, finding the plushy bedding too un-natural.

    Soon, morning light flooded through the windows. Mist yawned and stretched her paws, her blue eyes like glowing orbs in the sun. She turned to Steelblade. She pawed him gently and mewed, ''Wake up..'' her voice was like honey, making way into a dream.

    Steelblade mumbled in his sleep, opening an eye. At first he didn't know where he was, then everything that happened yesterday came back. He sighed and looked around.

    Steelblade looked into her eyes and got lost, his gaze locking with hers.

    Steelblade blushed, quickly looking away. "Er...so...now what?" he asked.