simple things. {quinn&open}

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It was greenleaf, and the rays of the sun pelted down on the grassy meadow. Warmth overtook any trace of cold that newleaf could have brought, and all seemed calm. A tan and white she-cat was sitting at the edge of the meadow, hidden behind the trunk of a great oak tree. There she would stay, until something or another pulled her elsewhere. It wouldn't be for a while, she knew. Nothing seemed able to hold her attention for too long.

It wasn't that it wasn't interesting -or maybe it was?-, it was just that Quinn didn't find it worthwhile. There wasn't much she did find interesting.

The she-cat stretched her body out, keeping two odd-colored eyes on the events of the clearing.

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Greenleaf was here.

Ugh.

Mango hated greenleaf. The golden star in the sky always seem to stay there. It was stubborn not to go away. The sun was not Mango's best friend. The sun meant heat. Heat did not go along well with her thick fur. Greenleaf brought a lot of droughts. Hopefully, this greenleaf would be kind. Probably not.

Dark chocolate eyes narrowing at the sun and the pretty sight of the forest scenery, Mango wondered about how much she disliked how the sun gave away clear eyes to unwanted strangers and enemies to find her easily even in the shadows.

However, she had to push sharp thoughts away and think about happy things. Not that she was depressed, it was a lovely day to explore new territories. With experience, she knew that danger was everywhere.

Soon enough, she caught an unfamiliar scent. It was definitely female. Dark eyes glanced in the trees. After a while, she thought she caught a glimpse of tan and white fur. It was a blur, but she was positive. She got to trust her guts.

Or was she dreaming? Was she?

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Harlequinn adjusted her position, pulling her shoulders back as she watched another cat look in her direction. It was a she-cat, detectable by scent and the feminine structure of her body. Despite long fur, there were still give away signs, not to mention she-cats gave off a scent that was incredibly different from their male counterparts.

Don't come over here, Quinn thought to herself. Her eyes narrowed, the bright blue one a tiny bit more so than the brown. It was a brown as rich as the wood of the oak beside her - it was such a striking difference to anyone who paid any mind. Not that anyone paid any mind to her eyes. Harlequinn wasn't one for being close to others.

She did much better be herself.

With a soft sigh, she stood up. Putting all her weight on her haunches, she launched herself to the lowest branch of tree to watch.

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Mango witnessed the whole scene. That was definitely a she-cat. An uneasy feeling came over her. If the cat was a male, the encounter could be different. She could deal better with male rogues and loners. There was a calm demeanor in the opposite sex that made them less likely to fight her.

With this slight demonstration, it clearly showed Mango that this female cat did not want her to come any closer. Mango would like to turn and walk away, but there was a problem. She had to pass the trees to reach the other side to meet other felines. They demanded her to show up to solve unsettled issues.

She knew this was going to be rough, but she had to pass through. Another step closer, she could feel the she-cat's eyes watching her.

Keeping her face features friendly, she sat straight and let her tail curl over her tiny paws. "Hello." She knew that she could not see the stranger's face. Only that did not bother her. Many enemies did not show their faces to her in the past.

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Harlequinn remained still on her branch, eyes opened again to watch with even more care. The other cat approached, and a low growl rumbled in her throat. She wasn't welcome there. Then the cat spoke to her, friendly written all over her face. Quinn's said other wise, but she allowed enough calm in her to speak to the she-cat.

She wasn't being violent anyways, just trying to make the opposing she-cat keep her space.

"Hello," Quinn said in a cold, disinterested voice, lying down on her branch and tilting her head. There she remained, unblinking, waiting for the other she-cats response and, more importantly, why she had the nerve to bother her.

Though, this cat was unfamiliar. Maybe she didn't know the reputation that followed Harlequinn's poisoned name.

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Okay, this cat was not interested in continuing the conversation. Go figure, Mango thought silently. Talented with keeping her expressions hidden behind the neutral (gleeful, in addition) mask, Mango kept her dark eyes on the unblinking ones. They looked dangerous, but the full fledged rogue was used to more danger than the eyes of a stranger.

Still friendly, Mango told her, "I would pass you without bothering you, but I don't want to give you the wrong idea."

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"That you paid no mind to me?" Harlequinn responded, narrowing her eyes as her tail twitched. This... cat paying no mind to her would have been fine with her. In fact, she would have preferred that. Quinn wasn't antisocial, okay, well - maybe she was. That didn't exactly matter to her, anyways.

"How could that possibly give me the wrong idea? Either you quiver just thinking of me, or treat me like I'm another stranger," Harlequinn mused. She thought for a moment, realizing something that brought her down just a little bit. "And you know what, it would mre than likely be the second option. No one in this area seems to know the story behind me." It would be wonderful, telling her story, and proving its truth when they didn't believe her- undersized, gentle-looking Harlequinn, a cold blooded killer.

There was a tingling in her paws just thinking of it.

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Story? What was she talking about? Mango simply ignored the statement.

Usually, Mango would be polite and friendly toward any passing stranger. It did not matter what they look like. If a loner had a monstrous deformity on its facial features which made him or her imitidating, Mango would treat just fairly.

This feline had a sharp tongue, it seemed. And a tendity to talk too much, in addition. The gray tabby rogue figured that if she continued demonstrating manners, it would only make the stranger's fury into the deepest tumult of fire.

Mango knew she could not step away now. Walking away would only make the stranger far hostile. If Mango wish to speak with a sharp tongue as well, she knew that the stranger would form a strong dislike.

Either outcome, she knew she was stuck. All possible conclusions, there would be a fight. Ah, well, Mango thought.

Even if there was a fight, then why not share some "wise tail" talk?

"Two options? Either that your mind is very narrow, or you care too much. With you sitting there, your body language obviously show how much you desire to fight. If I pass you before, you will attack me." Her long tail drummed against her tiny paws; it was a bad habit from her kithood. "I stopped to make sure that we won't have to get in an unneccessary fight." Dark chocolate eyes were still wide...with innocence. Perhaps.

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