A-hunting we will go. (open)

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  • Sparrowpelt opened his jaws slightly and scented the air, not for prey, but for Petalheart. "Petalheart?" he called out. they had decided to meet here earlier, but she still wasn't there yet. he hoped it wasn't because of the kits. she hadn't been feeling well before, and that worried him. Sparrowpelt sat down and waited in the brush, tucking his paws underneath him neatly.

  • Petalheart wobbled over a hill. She opened her mouth to scent Sparrowpelt. She scented him in a bush. She walked to thw bush, and walked inside, sitting next to him. She smiled. " Ready?" she said eager to hunt.

  • "Petalheart." Sparrowpelt said warmly, licking her face gently before standing up. "I'm ready when you are." He said. She looked healthy. Sparrowpelt was glad of that. He did not know what he would do if any kind of harm befell her.

  • Sparrowpelt pricked his ears, searching for signs of prey. His tail twitched as he concentrated, and his eyes became squinted.

  • Petalheart walked next to Sparrowpelt. She opened her mouth to scent. She scent a faint smell of fox, and a vole. She saw it under a bush of grass. She crept foward, and pounched on it, giving a bite to it's nack, killing it.

  • " Yeah, for a pregnate cat" she said wobbling to a spot where she scented rabbit. She saw it in a hole. She crept foward, sniffing at the hole. Then the rabbit shot out, she grabbed it and killed it with her claws.

  • " great. better than all the other days" Petalheart said as she droped her catch on the flor, then putting a paw on her belly. " A few more moons and they'll be born" she sadi purring.

  • When Petalheart got back to camp, it was almost sun down. She droped her kill on the pile and wobbled back to Sparrowpelt.

  • "You look unsteady. Are you tired?" Sparrowpelt asked, a bit worriedly. He dropped his kill to and licked his mate's forehead lovingly.