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Post by Dewweh on Dec 12, 2007 5:43:20 GMT 8
Dewclaw padded out of the warrior's den, yawning, showing off her shiny and pointy teeth to the world. She stretched her claws and blinked her sparkly green eyes, her gaze unused to the brightness after spending all night in the darkness of the den. Her long, gray tail flicked back and forth lazily and slowly as she stumbled groggily over to the fresh-kill pile. I can go hunting later, she reasoned with herself sleepily, choosing a small fish off the minuscule pile. The gray she-cat chose a sunny spot in the middle of camp and plopped herself down. She thought about her recent encounter with Lightfoot. Emotions swirled in a tornado around her brain and she decided to think about something else. Butterflies, perhaps. Yes, let's find a butterfly. The femme took a bite of her silver fish and stared up at the sky, until she found a brightly colored orange and black butterfly. She followed it with her green gaze, allowing herself to be distracted. Eh, I want to talk to someone, she thought with a bit of a pout. Despite her sleepiness and grogginess, she scanned camp for someone to talk to.
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Post by Thrushwing on Dec 12, 2007 21:15:04 GMT 8
(Hm, guess I'll just post here.)
Lightfoot yawned, and sauntered out of the warrior's den. He blinked his eyes, clearing them so he could see better. He glanced around, and saw...Dewclaw. His heart leapt, and began hammering against his chest. "I better get this over with now." He whispered to himself. He cleared away the doubts from his mind, and then took a few steps forward, so he was closer to Dewclaw. The tom swallowed once, and then prayed to StarClan. Please, let this go well. "Um, Dewclaw?" He began. "I was, well, I was wondering..." Spit it out, you doofus! "Do you want to be my mate?" Oh, dear StarClan above, he had been planning something more elegant. Ah, well, at least he'd asked her!
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Post by Dewweh on Dec 13, 2007 4:30:14 GMT 8
Dewclaw jumped when Lightfoot suddenly appeared in front of her. She smiled at him when he came up, looking a little nervous. She wondered if he was going to ask her to hunt or go on a walk or share tongues or something. Please don't say you don't want to talk or hang out anymore, she pleaded silently, surprising herself at how much she had come to like the tom. And not just as a friend.
"Umm, Dewclaw? I was, well, I was wondering..." Dewclaw perked her ears a bit, waiting.
"Do you want to be my mate?"
Gulp.
Dewclaw forgot to breath for a second. She stared up at him through her clear blue eyes, her mouth open slightly. Everyone knew Lightfoot was unavailable! He was mourning! And yet..
"Yes!" Dewclaw sputtered without thinking- well, she was probably thinking a little. The gray she-cat sat up and watched him excitedly and carefully, hoping this wasn't a cruel joke or anything. |
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Post by Thrushwing on Dec 15, 2007 21:00:53 GMT 8
Lightfoot smiled, and purred a little. "It isn't a joke, don't worry. There's a lot of things I like about you...and I think I'm ready to move on." He took a tiny step closer, eyes wide and joyful. His yellowish white fur was perfectly clean; he had washed in just before. Ears perked, he waited to see if his new mate, Dewclaw, had anything to say.
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