Padding into the central clearing, Nettlefoot grabbed a mouthful of pine needles from a stock kept by the medicine cat den.
She just wants to have fun.
- Fated-Pawsteps
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Swiftpelt followed and got a mouthful for himself, then he padded back to the nursery.
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Tucking the mouthful of needles into the gap, Nettlefoot noticed another small, open space. Running back to the pile, she grasped another mouthful of needles in her jaws.
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Swiftpelt used his mouthful to finish the hole, then he saw Nettlefoot run off for more. He looked confused for a moment, then saw the smaller gap. He padded out and went back to the pile where she was.
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Turning around, Nettlefoot almost ran into Swiftpelt. Smiling through the needles, she flicked his shoulder with her tail as she walked by.
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Swiftpelt smiled at her and turned to watch her disappear back into the nursery. He followed her and stopped behind her, "Need anymore needles?" he meowed.
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Shoving the last of her mouthful in place, Nettlefoot mewed, "I don't think so. It's pretty toasty in here."
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Swiftpelt stepped beside her and licked her ear, "Good." he purred, flicking his tail.
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Flicking her ears, Nettlefoot smiled. She ran her tail along Swiftpelt's flank as she passed him. Noticing a thorn in between her claws, Nettlefoot tugged it out with her teeth and spat it on the ground.
((Timeskip?))
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((Sure, to where?))
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((I was thinking a week later so she can find out they have kits))
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((Okay, you start.)
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Twitching her tail nervously, Nettlefoot paced outside of the warriors' den. She hadn't planned for this to happen...and she'd never imagined that it would be so terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
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Swiftpelt padded out of the warrior's den and looked at Nettlefoot. He flicked his tail and padded to her, "Nettlefoot? Are you okay?" he meowed.
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Her heart jumped into her throat as Swiftpelt padded over to her side. Tongue tied, she swallowed nervously. Looking into his eyes, she meowed quietly, "Yes, I'm fine. Can we get out of here for a bit?"
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Swiftpelt hesitated, but nodded, "Yeah," he mewed, "Are you sure you're okay?"
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Reaching her head over, Nettlefoot licked his ear affectionately and mewed, "Of course I'm okay." Padding into the forest, she motioned with her tail for Swiftpelt to follow.
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Swiftpelt smiled and purred, then followed her, looking around. He wondered where she was taking him and why. He shrugged it off and looked back at Nettlefoot. He padded up and fell into step beside her, brushing his tail against her side.
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Stopping under the shade of a holly bush, Nettlefoot took a deep breath to steady her psychotic nerves. Moving her green gaze to his eyes, she meowed, "Swiftpelt, I.... I'm carrying kits." She searched his face for his reaction and quickly purred, "Your kits."
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Swiftpelt was shocked, his face showed it, at first. Then he relaxed and purred, "That's great!" he meowed, flicking his tail.