sunsets and icy jets

The feline creature was clearly tired, but seemed to want a bed located rather far up a cliff. If she went there, where would the conversation go? That's just it, it would disappear. Where's the fun in that? She thought to herself, smiling inwardly. The silver-grey cat padded around a strangely shaped pillar, examining it. Without poking her head around, the cat finally answered her earlier question.
Well, it might be anything.
The cat responded, and the dark furred dame rolled her eyes. She was enjoying the conversation with this cat, finally talking with another animal who thought even remotely like she did. So she waited for the cat to actually answer her question. Along with a name, came the feline's head from behind the sculpted column of ice.
My name is Silverback.
Came the leopard's voice, finally to lend a title to herself. Now Raven could stop calling her cat, and use her name. Though the introduction wouldn't stop there, Silverback had more. Alternate title's also came pouring from her mouth, some of which amused the obsidian demoness.
But you're welcome to call be anything from 'Siren of the Night' or 'Goddess Divine' to 'Your Grace' or 'Ma'dam'.
The woman was really starting to warm up to the idea of having a conversation with the leopard, because it was starting to get interesting. Silverback prowled up to her, jaws parting to add something else. This could be good. The black she wolf thought to herself, interested in what other fancy titles would come to her ears now.
Of course hey cat usually works too, but why be offensive?
Silverback commented. The maiden couldn't agree more, given she herself didn't enjoy being called things like 'you there' or 'black one' or 'you with the weird eyes'. She could handle 'tease', 'slut', and even 'worthless mutt' because they were somewhat close to capturing her nature, instead of referring to nothing but the the colour of her coat or eyes. So, she decided it would only be common courtesy to introduce herself.
Well, Your Grace,
She began, a smile teasing up the corners of her lips.
I am Raven. Though you are welcome to dream up some fancy titles for me.
She added with a small chuckle, flicking her long tail in amusement. She was enjoying herself, having a conversation with a feline, something she would usually never think to do. There had been many of them where she used to live, but the tales the mothers taught their children made sure they never would stoop to having a civilized conversation with them. But what did she care? She had never followed the rules, never listened to anyone, never bothered to care what those wolves thought of her. She awaited Silverback's next witty reply, banner twitching occasionally in amusement.