,:;.just somebody that you used to know....[p-sorrel].;:,

'Is it?" Wintercloud raised her head, her eyes full of uncertainty.

Wintercloud thought about stepping away from the tom but stayed where she was. But the she-cat let the tom touch her and leaned up against the tom not saying anything as she purred as well, moving her head so it was on his shoulder around. Her tail waved happily behind her.

Wintercloud purred happily, but guilt struck her like a well placed paw as she thought about Fallenleaf. Didn't he love her just as much? Of course she didn't say anything about as she just went along. "Being a kit." The pure white she-cat chuckled.

Wintercloud tilted her head slightly as the tom pulled away. She wanted to feel his warmth next to her. "Are you sure? Fallenleaf and Ashfeather are there..." The deputy mewed nervously.

Wintercloud quickly began shaking her head. "I thought you said you wouldn't let them know. By going into camp together, they'll find out" The pure white she-cat exclaimed.

Wintercloud was quite impressed on how the tom was about this, and how smart he was as well. So the she-cat smiled and nodded and waved her tail as if challenging him to catch her and she started toward camp on a steady jog.

[[Want me to PM them? Maybe this can be the thread for the FallenleafxAshfeather thread as well :3]]

[[Alright Pmed them both]]

The pure white she-cat smirked as the tom was following her. But she was only at a trot so she was easily caught up to by Pinewhisker. Then Wintercloud decided to show off as the tom neared her, she aimed to jump over him and land on the otherside of him.

Ashfeather padded into camp from the opposite direction of Wintercloud and Pinewhisker, unbeknownst to their togetherness. He was carrying a mouse and a nice juicy pigeon. Looking around, he hoped to see Wintercloud. Maybe she would ease up, and stop being so icy to him all the time if he brought her some of her favorite fresh-kill. But the snowy white she-cat was nowhere to be seen. Ashfeather frowned, irritation sparking in the back of his mind. She's always out doing something else. She's never around. He thought. What did I do to deserve this treatment? Just because she's deputy doesn't mean she's too good to be in my presence. He thought resentfully. Well, that was just fine. He'd find someone else to share this fresh-kill with. He scanned the camp for his mother, Speckledpath, but she was out hunting with Halfclaw. Nettlepaw, his sister, was dead.

Well, maybe one of the elders or queens would appreciate this. He thought with a sigh. His dark, charcoal paws carried him to the nursery. He nosed his head in, the squeaking of kits and the purring of mothers touching his ears. He sighed. He had always wanted a family. Wintercloud was pregnant with his kits, but with the way she was acting, there was no telling what sort of environment they'd be born into.
I'll look after them. That's what. He thought determinedly. His eyes adjusted to the light and he saw Fallenleaf nursing her kits, alone. He wasn't surprised. Pinewhisker was so often out gallavanting with other she-cats that he didn't have time for the poor she-cat.
"Hello, Fallenleaf." He meowed politely. "Are you hungry?" His amber eyes gleamed, as he studied her, then her little kits, and smiled warmly.

[[Imma rp as both Northkit and Wintercloud]]

Northkit suckled her mother, her red tabby pelt almost exactly like her father, Pinewhisker. Her amber eyes remained closed for the time being, but they would open soon and she would be amazed by it. The young kitten suckled eagerly until she heard pawsteps behind her. Ah yes this kitten was no longer deaf because it had been a moon since she was bord. The kitten had learned to recognize her mothers name but didn't know the voice of this tom. So Northkit stopped suckling and turned her small muzzle toward the tom trying to identify his scent.

He sat down and nudged the pigeon to her. "Well, it's here for whenever you want it." He meowed. Then he was silent for a few moments, before meowing, "Mind if I stay here awhile?" He hoped it didn't sound weird. He didn't really have anywhere else to go. Ashfeather was strangely reminded of when he was a friendless little kit, spending most of his time guarding a tree-stump that he pretended was the highrock. He always ate alone, sacrificing company of the other kits to guard his stump.