Tom looking for a she-cat to have kits with...but is he the right choice?

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    "Are you okay?" She asked, sincerely.

    "I'm okay," She purred and nuzzled him gently.

    She sighed. "That's all I remember of my mother's death. When I woke up, the forest floor around me was covered in blood and she was no where to be found."

    Stormheart looked up, "You didn't have to answer that," He muttered, "Isn't it uncomfortable talking about it?" He shook his head and sat down. 'PLEASE let's get off of this topic' He thought to himself.

    "Not when I'm with you," she purred, "You make me feel safe."

    He smiled at her and let out a load of breath. Stormheart walked to the back of the cave and layed down. He yawned lazily and glanced at her one last time before closing his eyes.

    She walked over to him and lay a few inches away from him.

    She shivered ever so slightly.

    Stormheart opened one eye and saw her shiver. He scooted closer, assuming she was sleeping, and nuzzled her quick before closing his eyes again.

    She fell into a deep sleep.

    She was awoken by the sudden lack of warmth. "Stormheart?"

    She got up and touched his shoulder with her tail. "What's wrong?"

    She leaned against him. "Okay."