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Maoin smiled as the matches went by and Lady Sorcha enjoyed her small meal and avoided cheering for Lady Luna or worrying about her too much as the matches went by.  Eventually there was the announcement for the final match as once again the enthusiastic-

The kitten blinked twice.  W-what did the commentator say?  The girl's eyes shifted around as she searched the stands for other kittens as Marie looked towards her.  For a couple of seconds the cat stood still as if processing the result - then her face turned into a complete tomato as the thought seemed to come [i]completely[/i] from nowhere and the girl wasn't quite sure how to react.

Sure, she'd done these thing before, but that wasn't really flirting and she had initiated it.  How was she supposed to r-r-r-respond?  The girl dressed in white was cute and very very happy and based on her language was quite experienced in the ways of pleas-

Her face would have gone more red if possible and the [i]very very very[/i] strong urge to hide overran the kitten.  If Lady Sorcha decided to look for her she'd only see Maoin's head periodically poking beneath the roof and checking to make sure her owner was fine before returning to her original hiding spot and trying to stay out of sight from the entire world.

Goodness, this was embarrassing.  She hardly noticed the match ending until the crowd cheered but for right now the cat would remain hidden.  Seemed like the best option as her tail swished back and forth a few times before going over the ledge just into sight of those inside the stand her mistress was in.  When she wasn't checking on her owner she simply looked towards Marie and glancing away quickly.

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Gwynn was surprisingly helpful after she managed to injure herself, Ritsa offering her a helping hand.  Fia tried to follow her instructions, looking at Gwynn's legs as she slid forward against the ice.  Fia nodded and tried in her own way, but nearly slipped again as she slid over the cold surface - she clearly wasn't used to dealing with this.  Despite that, the girl tried once again and managed to keep her balance this time with a smile as she moved forward slightly clearly a little nervous.

Then she started to giggle a little bit.  [color=salmon]"... this ... this is strange ..."[/color]  She pushed herself forward just a [i]bit faster[/i] but couldn't slow herself down effectively and fell onto her butt once again.  This time though she managed to find her own feet and smiled at Gwynn as if looking for additional instruction.

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Meowka smiled as she was suddenly carried off to ...

What was this?  As she was set on the ground and stood up, she looked at the game.  She couldn't read the sign, but the goal was rather self explanatory.  She was supposed to toss this horseshoe?  The cat raised an eyebrow at the dolls, wondering what they were thinking.  It was obvious they were excited for this 'sport' of theirs and some of the prizes seemed to be mildly cute for her eyes.

With a sigh the cat tossed the horseshoe with a small amount of effort and it missed the stick completely.  She picked up the next one, throwing the horseshoe with a bit more frustration as it knocked the stick over.  For a couple seconds she looked towards the dolls with a [i]am I doing this right[/i] expression but quickly corrected it as she realized that obviously she was.  She was Meowka, prowler of the night and familiar of an archwizard!