Baby, Do you Like My Sweater (Riverspirit, OPEN!)

RUSTWHISKER
Break my rusty cage and run.

The sunlight penetrated through the feeble branches of the warrior's den. Rustwhisker issued a yawn; his eyelids flickered open. It was sunny, delightful morning. He snorted. When was it going to rain? If he could've chosen his life from the start he would have chosen to be a Riverclan cat. This tom craved the feeling of water running through his pelt. Rain was the only thing that ever made up for that thrill; and if anything made it better, a thunderstorm would. He seeks the thrills and dangers a thunderstorm provides. The tom could stand upon the moorland hills, just gazing up at the skies as the rain pelted his flesh. As the lightning pierced the sky.

Only the rustling sound of fur echoed his thoughts. With a grunt he pulled himself onto his feet. Giving himself a quick grooming; one that his mother surely wouldn't approve of; he padded into the blinding light. Adjusting his vision to the needs of others he fumbled into the daylight. Camp was bustling with life; the kits scrambled across their mother's pelt. Warriors munched and crunch thoughtfully on their breakfast. While the apprentices lazily slept in; trying to ignore the sharp growls of their mentors. Snorting with amusement Rustkwhisker decided to play the Warrior role and grab himself a shrew. It was tiny; much too tiny for the large tom, but he wasn't all too hungry.

Snatching up the vole between his jaws he padded toward a secluded, shady area of camp. Setting down the shrew he stared at it's bulging belly; was it bloated for pregnant? He hoped for stuffed with meat.

As he was about to find out a shimmering gray-blue pelt caught his gaze. Lifting his head he found himself captivated by her swift, agile movements. Definitely windclan. Gazing down at his own stocky, muscled legs he grunted once more. Definitely not.

It was Riverspirit, she was younger than him; but not by much. They hadn't really talked; which was strange. Rustwhisker was sure he had sweet talked every female within a twenty mile radios. But not her; not this blue-gray warrior. A casual grin flickered upon his face. Better late than never. "Hey, Riverspirit? Wanna join me for breakfast?" he called out.

( Rustwhisker and Stormsong would get along so well XD Same with him and Thornpaw XP )

<sup>Riverspirit
I live to fight and win

Riverspirit left Hazelstar's den in success of reporting the news of the ongoing trouble that might happen, and it would be even more trouble if she didn't report it and it didn't happen than her not reporting it and it happened. Plus, she couldn't help but think, she wanted a little fame from the leader once in a while.

She was surprised, though, when Jadepaw and Thornpaw decided to ditch the special occasion. When she was an apprentice, she could only dream of reporting to the leader for trouble. But, maybe everyone isn't the same when she was younger. Stargaze wasn't like that. But she dragged her into everything anyway. Maybe they were like her. Or, at least, Jadepaw was. She knew nothing about Thornpaw though.

Distracted with her thoughts, when a new voice pierced the air, she jumped. Looking around, she spotted Rustwhisker with a grin lacing his lips. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered what he would want. They barely knew each other. Then a spark of realization hit her. She remember when he noticed him flirting with a she-cat and how annoyed she got and how she remarked to Stargaze how stupid the tom was. Now was it her turn to face the music?

"Don't do anything stupid if I do, alright?" Riverspirit snorted, but couldn't help but grin playfully. Maybe she found someone to annoy and make fun of.</sup>

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RUSTWHISKER
Break my rusty cage and run.

"Stupid? I wouldn't dream of doing anything in such a manner." he growled playfully. Raising his eyebrows he meowed casually, "So how come I've never talked to such a pretty she-cat like you before? Has Starclan been hiding you away?" Of course the tom was slicked with lies and coated with sugar. How else could he operate. His methods probably lacked any backbone and were destined for failure; but he wasn't looking for his mate. Just a she-cat to play with; to mess around with. Starclan didn't put him here to fall in love. He had all the time in the world to do that when he was older. Right now he craved something else; and he had the looks to get it.

Taking a bite out of his mouse he studied Riverspirit. She wasn't the most drop-dead gorgeous she-cat in the camp, but she definitely wasn't ugly. She had short gray-blue fur, ice cold eyes. A bit mysterious. Even more fun. A great figure; but what mostly got him was her face. It was distinct; a bit different from any of the other she-cats. She didn't seem soft, stupid, or any bit clumsy. She looked hard-core warrior; totally wired to kick some--

He narrowed his eyes,
"Your parents both Windclan?" he asked between chews. He had to get to the bottom of this. Most she-cats around here were thin as twig, lacked any muscle; and they didn't have such defined features. But who knew? Maybe after so many she-cats they all started to look the same. He shrugged more or less to himself. The tom took another bite. Who did she hang out with? He tried pin-pointing her friends.

Stargaze. Oh he remembered her. Note, never hit on her again. He said one word to her and she took off running as if he were a badger. She wasn't his type anyway but it still stung. Now who else? Eclipseclaw. His eyes widened, she was hell itself sent down from The Dark Forest to exterminate them all. He was never going to mess with her again; he has scars. Note, do not tell Eclipseclaw she's got a rockin body.

He licked his bottom lip, So how come I've never talked to her? This was a bit strange. He's seen her around; heck they've lived in the same place their whole lives. Yet he's never said a word to her. He furrowed his brows,
"How come we've never talked? Been avoiding me?"

<sup>Riverspirit
I live to fight and win

Riverspirit rolled her eyes at the tom's attempt to flirt with her. She wasn't that kind of cat; giving into some horny cat's sweet talk just to get her to fall head over heels for him. It would like a lot more than that to impress her than seductive lies. Then suddenly she was bombarded with random questions. What does her history have to do anything with him? What does the cats she bothers to talk to count as his business?

"My birth history has nothing to do with you," Riverspirit growled. "And why shouldn't I avoid you? All you do is seduce she-cats with lies to have your way with them. But since you couldn't get any you decided to go to the last resort: me. I'd say you've been avoiding me, not that I mind that." Riverspirit sank her teeth into the flesh of her food. Maybe that would rip all his hope away and he would leave. But, even know she didn't know him much, she still knew he was rather stubborn.</sup>

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RUSTWHISKER
Break my rusty cage and run.

Touche. Rustwhisker grinned a lop-sided toothy smile. "Oh have me figured out already? My your witty." This she-cat knew about twenty-five percent of who he was. But how could she know more? All the clan knew was this pathetic twenty-five percent. He wasn't planning on revealing the other seventy-five. He rummaged his blood-stained muzzle through the shrew. No longer did it's belly bloat, in fact it hardly had a belly. The only meat remaining was a silly amount clinging to it's puny legs. Rustwhisker grunted, that was hardly filling. He shrugged his disappointment away; he could always grab more later. His eyes lifted upwards; catching her own flashing blue he smiled again.

"I think your birth has everything to do with me." His voice dropped down into a playful whisper, "How do I know if your a genuine Windclan cat?" Curling his tail in delight he smugly added, "Since you know everything about me, you must know I only prefer full blooded Windclan females." This was one interesting girl. Riverspirit didn't fall for any of his crap, at least at this point. She-cat can't resist a tom if they throw themselves completely at them. Sure it was a desperate move; but who said he wasn't desperate.

He scanned her body once more. Perfectly carved, slim, muscled. She wasn't just another Windclan runt. Rustwhisker's fur glimmered in the sunlight, making his pelt blaze fire. For show he flexed his muscles, hoping she'd noticed. He wasn't no Windclan shrimp either. He was trained, muscled and fit for fighting. He wasn't going to run away. He was going to take the dive; make that desperate move.

Edging closer and closer his grin grew haughtier and haughtier. Gruffly he meowed, "You know you want me." His breath drew heavy across her face. Inches, became centimeters; their muzzles were nearly touching. "All your friends ran away from me-" He paused, "Actually Eclipseclaw beat me up and then ran." He quickly shook the words away and continued with his gruff, sexy voice, "So why aren't you...?"

<sup>Riverspirit
I live to fight and win

Riverspirit snorted. What a pervert. Does he really think he'll be able to snatch her up like some piece of prey? She was definitely going to prove him wrong. Even if it meant actually giving in to this idiot. Actually... Riverspirit thought deviously. Maybe I can trick him into thinking I like him and let it backfire on him!

It was a stupid idea once she thought about it thought. How was she going to let it backfire? What if he took it way too seriously? So many consequences awaited that decision. It wasn't worth it. All she wanted to do was get him off her tail, not give him hopes about actually having a chance with her.

"You caught me. I'm not fully WindClan. Now leave me alone," Riverspirit growled. But her mood changed when the tom took another direction to get her attention. A smirk replaced the snarl on her lips. "I want to torture you with the fact that you can't have me. It's much more fun than just leaving you in the dust, isn't it?"</sup>

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RUSTWHISKER
Break my rusty cage and run.

A smirk played across Rustwhisker's lips, a rusty grin broke the flood gates. "My, my what makes you think that you'll actually win?" he purred; his grin almost on the verge of becoming mad; insane. Trailing his tail under her jaw he meowed seductively, "Every she-cat I've targeted hasn't been able to resist me." Rustwhisker knew how to play this game. He's been winning since he were a mere apprentice; he knew all the tricks; free spaces; and just how to roll the dice. A haughty purr rumbled in his throat. This she-cat will be tail over paw for me, just you wait. An interesting glint flickered through his gaze. A fun, much too fun idea challenged his thoughts. Just how soon? His eyes lightened up.

"I have a preposition." he breathed, smiling he made sure he had her attention. Another grin broke out, "How about a little competition?" He chuckled, "A game?" The tom was on his paws now, circling the fuming she-cat. He would; will definitely win. Riverspirit looked sturdy, strong but she has a weak spot. All she-cats do. Rustwhisker wasn't a newbie; this game was familiar terrain. All he had to do was find this weak spot, and break it.

The rusty tom leaned in, his hot breath caressed her fur. "I bet I can make you fall in love with me in one weak." That's all he needed to make this she-cat fall for him. In one weak she won't be able to leave him alone, in one weak she'll cling to his side. Like all she-cat eventually do. In on weak; she'll be one of them.

But like all good bets he needed to make it interesting. "But if you happen to still hate me-" Rustwhisker paused, for a second fear flashed beneath his gaze. What if she's immune? Perhaps this she-cat's immune to his charm. She definitely wasn't attracted to him right now, so what if he were to actually lose a game? That would dampen his reputation, could he risk that chance? The hate swirling in her gaze only drew him in more. Rustwhisker didn't care for that chance; all he wanted was her.

"If you happen to still resist me, I'll leave you alone forever." he meowed at last. There, the stakes were set high. It was up to Riverspirit; he hoped to starclan she'd accept.

<sup>Riverspirit
I live to fight and win

Riverspirit raised an eyebrow. She really doubted he would actually leave her alone, even if she did win that stupid bet. But what if it worked? What if all she had to do was ignore and snap at him until he would actually leave her sight forever? It was a good deal. And it was easy, too. Riverspirit was surprised anyone would fall for his idiotic so-called "charm".

"You got yourself a deal," Riverspirit smirked, licking her lips as if enjoying a juicy piece of prey. "This'll be easy. And fruitful, too." Flicking her tail under his chin she whispered bitterly-sweet, "Besides, even if I don't fall in love with you in that amount of time, I'm sure you'll be the one who's fallen in love with me. Then I'll probably be seeing you breaking your end of the deal in a heartbeat."

Relaxing her threatening stance and setting at least a fox-length away from the tom, or at least a imitation of a tom, she snorted, "Now are you gonna end this silly 'trying to get me to fall in love with you' crap for the day or does it start now?"</sup>

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RUSTWHISKER
Break my rusty cage and run.

Rustwhisker found his smirk widening. The hormones within him were on rage; he would definitely have this she-cat under his paws within a couple of days. And the fact that she was resisting? That only made him want her more. He felt her tail rush under his chin; with a haughty grin he murmured, "Oh, it'll be fruitful all right." The tom found himself quirking a brow at Riverspirit's accusation, "I'm sorry to dampen the mood, Honeybum but I don't fall in love." It was a known fact, Rustwhisker had been with so many she-cats; and each time he felt nothing. He was in it for pleasure; not for the emotions.

He found his jaw tightening, a low snarl was on his lips. Bowling the she-cat over he stood gnashing his teeth above her, "I may be a lot of things, but I don't back down on deals." Narrowing his eyes he muttered, "Don't ever assume that I'm slime; even if I were to fall in love with you I'd still stick to my guns." With a grunt he side-stepped, allowing her to free herself.

As she got to her paws he found his anger dying down quite quickly. Instead the hormones regained control; he could feel his fur getting hot. Oh, he wanted her alright. "Oh it starts now, baby." he grinned. A deep purr rumbled in his throat, raising his brows he slid up against Riverspirit. His tail entangled wit hers, "Doesn't this feel so right?" he murmured into her ear. Without warning he licked the side of her cheek,

"There's more where that came from." Detatching himself from her body, he padded toward the warrior's den. His tail caressed her cheek, turning over his shoulder he meowed, "I know you'll be lonely, with your friend leaving." His voice grew gruff; sexy, "And you know where to find me."