Strut Your Stuff

I wanna be where the people are.

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Padding along the sidewalks of Whitehart, Artemis had become somewhat comfortable and confident in her explorations of the outdoors. She explored freely, and had learned to point out landmarks where she could find her way back home from. Although she still flinched at every small twig she stepped on, and every leaf she accidentally crushed against her paw.

It was on this walk she came across a rather odd looking cat. It was a cat.. right? With pink fur around their neck? Cats didn't grow pink fur? Or wait, that wasn't fur. It was a collar. They were a house cat, so they had to be somewhat friendly, or at least not claw her to death? Still she shifted her gaze from the other cat to her paws as she moved to one side of the sidewalk in an effort to avoid any potential conflict. 

The show must go on
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BamBam had observed the nervous little creature's approach. Oh, what a darling little tortie-thing. How cautious...! Every pawstep measured as though the world might shatter beneath her feet. The way her ears twitched at every tiny sound made something unexpectedly soft bloom in BamBam's chest.

Poor little thing looked positively terrified of existing. "Oh, sweetheart..." The old tom sighed under his breath. Without a second thought, he pivoted gracefully on one pink-capped paw and altered course - and he was impossible to miss.

The pink boa framed his neck like an extravagant stage costume and every step was measured with the ego of someone who had spent years under the spotlight. With a purr, he stopped just short of invading her space. Bright gold eyes washed over her obvious curiosity., his own expression melting into wamrth. It was almost maternal if not for the obvious tom scent to him. That and coconut.

"My, my..." His voice carried a rich, theatrical tenor. "You're absolutely precious - and terribly anxious."His accusation was tempered with sympathy. "I've seen that look before."A single, pink gel capped paw rose to his chest. "You may relax, darling... I have retired from clawing strangers. It exhausted me....Emotionally.

He chuckled quietly at his own jest before offering her a practiced little bow. "I am his Lordship Bambi-Bap Mandu, First of His Name, Son of Gochujang of Noir, Lord of Mandu, and humble Aide-de-camp to His Majesty King Pendragon of Camelot."A sly smile tugging at the corner of his muzzle.

"...But unless you've several moments to spare every time we greet one another... you may call be BamBam."He recalled the way she spared him her presence by moving one sidewalk over. "And - no, no, no..."He gave a tiny shake of his head, feathers bobbing on his collar. "You should never make yourself smaller or avoid someone because that someone may share the path. You should own it, darling! Strut your stuff!"

Then as though realizing he'd slipped into one of his lectures ha bawked at himself. "Listen to me, we've only just met and I'm already giving you advice."