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    Cattlepelt crouched down on the top of one of the rolling hills, looking out over the landscape and blinking his sharp brown eyes. There was a deceased rabbit placed right in front of him. It was freshly killed and he was planning on sharing it with his mate, if she decided to ever show up. She was always fashionably late.


    Snorting, he leaned down and took a small bite of the rabbit, not wanting to be rude and engulf the entire thing. Oh well if he did he'd just catch another.


    The cow spotted warrior swished his tail in the blowing grass, chewing the fresh kill thoughtfully. He was hoping to have a nice little date with Pebblestream it was times like that he always enjoyed with her, when they weren't fighting and reminiscing on . . . his mistakes. StarClan knows he has many.

    Pebblestream padded out of the camp, the wind toussling her cinnamon pelt lightly as she noted Cattlepelt's scent, her steps long. The breeze brought his scent down the rolling hills towards her, and the long shadows of ThunderClan's trees were relished from her own shadow as she raced up the rolling hills, searching for her mate. "Cattlepelt?" She called, finally noting the black-and-white tom as she skidded down the hill coming to a halt beside him. "Hi," she meowed, nuzzling the tom affectionately.

    The fresh scent of a river reached Cattlepelt and he looked up in alarm to greet his mate. She almost scented like a RiverClan cat, but she didn't smell fishy and there was the apparent scent of WindClan clung onto her pelt. "Pebblestream!" he purred, standing and returning her nuzzles, engulfing her scent. There was so much about her feisty personality that he loved. He twined his tail with her's and beamed from ear to ear.

    Pebblestream's whiskers twitched as she gave the tom a quick lick between the ears. "What've you been doing?" She meowed, glancing around the area they were in. Her ears flicked comfortably as she pulled herself away from Cattlepelt, rolling around on the moor grass before jumping up.

    Cattlepelt looked at Pebblestream, a look of pure affection in his big brown eyes. He loved her so much, but sometimes still he doubted she loved him anymore. Well he needed to get over that. Twitching his ears he looked down at the cinnamon she-cat, smiling. "Eating our rabbit, waiting for your slow tail." he chuckled, nudging the fresh kill towards her.