Silvertongue dabbed on the last bit of makeup, tucking his blush into his man-purse as he padded toward his one true love. "Hello Amethystglimmer," he purred brightly, sitting a few tail-lengths in front of her.
Her tone was hesitant as she spoke, "I have a boyfriend."
The silver tabby's ears rose with surprise. "Well, does he abuse you?"
"Excuse me?" Amethystglimmer meowed sharply. "Glodhart would never do such a thing!"
Glodhart paded ovar too his meight. "I luv u, I wood never hurt u!"
Silvertongue rolled his eyes. "I can spot an abusive relationship from a thousand miles away. Glodhart, if I see you so much as lay a paw on her, I will personally make sure you are exiled by Loststar," the tom meowed, a slight hiss entering his voice as his tone grew bolder and louder with every word that poured off his slippery silver-drenched tongue.
Amethystglimmer looked skeptical. "First of all, what the heck of a mile? Second of all, stay out of our relationship. And third of all, Loststar would never exile my mate, mostly because he's never online, but partly because Glodhart hasn't, and never will, do anything wrong!"
"Ya I'm a FBI agent and if u don't lik me, u hate Amerika," Glodhart meowedd. "So don't be unpatriotik."
Silvertongue sniffed slightly. "See you in jail, Glodhart."
"Yep!" teh botiful gloden tom meowed. "I am teh preson guard, and I watch u, becuz u r teh presoner."
Silvertongue, angered, whirled around on his paws and stomped out of the clearing with a frown on his face.
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50 Shades of Silver
FanfictionSilvertongue, to say the least, is quite the smooth talker, according to one credible source (known as Silvertongue). But to the other cats of MoonClan, his words are like rocky road ice cream: Thick, stumbling, and full of chunks. When Silvertongue...
