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I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone.

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It wasn't strange to see Basilflame around the edge of the territory, especially during the cold, as her pelt was thick enough to defend her from the cold. The only thing that was really affected by the cold was her paws and even then, she had fur growing near her pads to even that wasn't as bad as it could be. 

A rustling sound of prey mad her ears perk and when she glanced at the sound, she noticed a mouse nearly catapulting itself in her direction. While she was surprised she didn't waste time in leaping at it, her teeth quickly making a fatal wound in it's neck as she landed on it. She twitched her ears, knowing if the mouse had been running towards her, something must have scared it from behind, causing it to run towards her, something that made some noise that she had been too pre-occupied to catch.

The lynx point she-cat noticed paw-prints in the snow and began to follow them to a grassy thicket, mouse still in her jaws, she glanced upward and noticed a familiar face, she gave a flick of her fiery color tail in greeting as she padded forward, standing before the fawn colored tom and dropped the mouse, putting one of her paws on top of it "Well if it isn't Monty, was it you that scared this mouse until it practically leapt into my jaws?" she greeted with a friendly rumble in her chest.

She paused for a moment, thought glazing over her hazel eyes before looking at the mouse for a moment. She pushed it forward, toward Monty with a nod. "You take it, you saw it before I did" she stated with a gentle smile "And besides, I already ate"

A little bit of elegance never goes out of style
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Monty looked up from where he was nursing his sore paw, startled by the sudden appearance of the lynx-point she-cat. His amber eyes softened as recognition crossed his face, and a crooked grin tugged at his lips despite the dull ache in his paw. "Basil...flame. I didn’t mean to play prey-scarer today, but it seems I’m full of surprises."

He glanced at the mouse she had pushed toward him, tilting his head as if to study her. He had to admit, the offer was tempting - his hunt had ended before it even began, and the cold wasn’t making things easier. <br.
With a soft chuckle, Monty dipped his head in gratitude, dragging the mouse closer with his paw. "Thank you, but I think I’m the one who owes you for that. If I hadn’t been so clumsy, maybe I’d have caught it myself."

His tail flicked as he shifted his weight, careful to keep his injured paw off the ground. "I suppose the stars must’ve sent you again, eh?" As the wind swept through the thicket, Monty shivered slightly, the bite of leaf-bare more prominent now that he was sitting still. "I don’t think I’ve ever met a cat who handles the cold quite as well as you do. You make it look easy." </br.

I’d rather bear the weight of others than let others carry pain alone.

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"Full of surprises but surprises that don't bother me" Basilflame responded, moving her body to sit beside her semi-feral friend and wrapping her plumed, flame-like tail around herself to keep her paws as warm as she could. She glanced at Monty with a soft, near maternal expression, something that came natural to her from her mother. She wondered what Sunbear would think of Basilflame meeting up with a outsider like this... surely she wouldn't mind, given her past and such.

Regardless of her thoughts, she perked her ears to listen to Monty's words with full attention. "Oh you don't have to give me a thing, I do this because there are cats in need more than me, and besides, leaf-bare is unkind to everyone." Basilflame explained, her hazel eyes fixed comfortably on the older cat "clan cat or not" she stated firmly but calmly.

"Oh that's simple" When Monty had asked how the lynx-point she-cat could handle the cold, she responded with a gentle snicker and a rumbling purr in her chest. "My fur is longer and more dense, more built up due to my sire and dame having the same fur" she said, giving said fur on her chest a few calculated licks.

Her calm was soon broken when she noticed his strange behavior with one of his back paws. Her ears fell back, he was injured! Basilflame's brows furrowed as she darted down to inspect the paw that was lifted from the ground. "Monty you're hurt" She whispered taking a closer inspection of the paw "It could be a sprain. I don't see any open wounds and it's not bent in any strange way, even a warrior would be able to notice that" she contemplated, wanting to help her friend, but she was no medicine cat, how could she possibly assist him.