Young ShadowClan She-cat Looking For A Tom

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    Dustwing sat in her nest, grooming her pelt.

    A large white tom strode toward Dustwing, his green eyes glittering with concern.


    "Hello, Dustwing. How are you, today?", he asked, gently. His green eyes softened gradually.


    OOC: My character is Snowclaw.

    Ooc. Kay


    Bic.


    Dustwing looked up at him, her gray eyes welcoming. "Hello," She mewed calmly.

    Snowclaw padded beside Dustwing, and sat down beside her. His warm green eyes glittered with love as he spoke quietly to Dustwing.


    "How have you been?"

    "Oh, I've been fine," Dustwing mewed. She noticed the glimmer in his eyes, but ignored it. She licked her paw, then drew it over her head and around her ear.

    Snowclaw nodded, his ears pricked as she spoke.
    "Would you like to go hunting with me? I haven't quite eaten, yet. Have you?"

    "Sure," Dustwing mewed with a shrug. "Couldn't hurt to hunt."

    Snowclaw nodded, and slipped out of the den. He sat down in front of the camp entrance, waiting for Dustwing.

    Dustwing's slender shape appeared from the den after a few quick moments, and she swiftly padded across the clearing to Snowclaw in a heartbeat.

    "Ready?" Snowclaw asked the young she-cat. His green eyes glittered once more. He blinked to hide it, hoping she didn't notice.

    Dustwing nodded, always ready to hunt.

    'Alright, let's go, then." Snowclaw dashed out of camp.


    OOC: Shall we head to the hunting forum for ShadowClan?

    Ooc. Nah, I'd rather use this.


    Dustwing parted her jaws slightly, scenting a squirrel. Lowering herself to the ground, she stalked towards the scent. It got stronger until she finally, underneath the bushes, spotted the squirrel. It was nibbling on a nut. She creeped forward, just behind the squirrel. She stepped on a twig, which cracked loudly. The squirrel froze, then started to dart towards a tree. With a hard push against the ground with her hind legs, she dashed forward, catching up to the squirrel just as it was going up the tree. With a strong kick, she leaped up into the tree after the squirrel. Suddenly, she had it pinned, and she snapped it's neck before it could get away. Dropping back to the ground with the squirrel in her jaws, Dustwing sat down.

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    Dustwing sat by the tree, licking her paw. The squirrel she had killed lay beside her.

    "It's okay," Dustwing laughed a bit. "The squirrel wasn't easy to catch. I had to chase it up a tree and through branches."

    Dustwing purred as the tom rubbed against her. "I'd say we go back to camp." She answered quietly.

    "Alright, let's go then." Snowclaw padded away from Dustwing, then looked over his broad shoulders, waiting for her.