Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of rabbits (ToMS hunting patrol)

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    Anti grinned. "You'll find it more than great," he purred. He glanced over at Rainbowmist. If only he could have both... "Let's get to camp."

    More than great...That sounded wonderful. The smile remained on her face, as she wondered what Anti had planned that would be so great. Verne nodded at his last sentence, silently agreeing that they should get back.

    Rainbowmist nodded as well, rolling her eyes behind the two cat's backs as she picked up the rabbit in her jaws.

    "You know, you can join in, too, hon," purred Anti to Rainbowmist, winking and then working his way back to the camp.

    "I know." Rainbowmist gave him a smiled before padding after him, glancing back at Verne to see what she thought about Anti's flirting.

    Verne started to follow after Anti, glad that they were going back to camp. Camp was a lot safer than the unfamiliar territory, to her anyway. Still, the savannah hadn't realized that Anti was flirting - With either of them! She just assumed he was being friendly, which made her smile.

    Anti dropped off the rabbits, turning to gaze admirably at the she-cats. How wonderful a trade this was for an artisan like him, long name and all. Which one to pursue first? I'll just go with both of them back out. He smiled, while heading back to the entrance, in that flirty way again. He groomed a paw, inviting the she-cats to join him just outside. Conveniently near a bush - privacy was rather necessary, no?


    OOC: Let me know if you don't want your cat being hit on by Anti. xD

    Rainbowmist shook out her fur, padding over to sit beside Anti as she gazed back at Verne again, wondering if the savahnnah knew that Anti was flirting. She sat down and turned her head to groom her ruffled fur out.

    "Need me to help with that, dear?" rumbled Antidisestablishmentarianistincomprehensibilities. "I can get some of the tougher spots." He began grooming Rainbowmist's head. "What'd you get to do in that RiverClan invasion?"

    Verne smiled, and headed in after him. Anti had been really nice to her, nicer than anyone else had been to her. He'd been nice to Rainbowmist too, he was just an all around nice guy, she figured. The savannah settled down on the other side of him, giving him a warm smile.

    Anti quickly alternated to Verne. "Say," he whispered so that only she could hear, "have you ever thought of contributing to the Tribe's population?"

    Wow that question was mighty personal. But friends were supposed to share personal things, right? Verne shrugged, "I haven't gave it much thought..." She admitted, whispering back to him. "...But you know, I'd love to contribute." She finished in a small purr.

    That grin plastered on Anti's face could light up all the world and simultaneously reduce the world dependency on fossil fuels at the same time. The cream tabby let out a purr. "After you, Verne," he murmured.

    Verne gave a tiny nod, and rose to her paws. This was the first time that night that she was actually picking up on Anti's intentions. As she padded inside of the bush, she realized how nervous she was. Though once inside she felt herself relax, now feeling a bit excited.

    Anti followed Verne to the back of the bush. The cream tabby tom thought of just how lucky he was, and gently gripped her scruff.


    -fade out-

    - Fade in... -


    It hadn't felt good to say the least. It was hardly romantic. And it was with a smallcat. Oh the horror...None of this was supposed to have happened. But it had. What was wrong with her? Why had she done it? He wasn't the tom she loved...And he was a smallcat! She didn't have anything wrong with them, exactly. She just always thought that when she well, bred, it would be with a serval or another savannah or something...And it would have been somebody she loved. Despite her thoughts though, she smiled at him, a forced smile, "You were...Good." She said, deciding something needed to be said about it. Even though, while he may have been good, it had not been good. At all.


    { So, cream tabby x Brown tabby savannah? I'll go make the genetics thread. ^^ You want a kit? }

    OOC: Full genetics, Anti is a third-generation Flyerheights family member:


    Parents are Flurryfall, black and white tom with yellow eyes; and Poppysuckle, either red tabby or tortie, methinks. Paternal grandparents are Flyerheights, calico tom with odd eyes, and Okami, tortie Japanese Bobtail with green eyes.


    IC: Anti grinned cheerfully, his nature-intended work done, peering out of the bush and padding back over to Rainbowmist.

    Verne padded out of the bush with a shudder, noticing how he had went straight to Rainbowmist, she decided to go off on her own. The savannah female walked off into the strange territory, not too sure what she was going to do. But she kind of wanted to be along right then.


    { Aito ^_^ }


    {{- She's out - }}

    Rainbowmist sighed, but decided to answer Anti's question. "Nothing much." She meowed, slightly irritated. "Elixor and I went and captured a riverclanner as prisioner. The one that Tigereyes was carrying."

    "That red tabby? Long-hair? Cool," purred Anti, undaunted. Although, he didn't want to lose a possible she-cat now. "Want to go mess with him a bit? Maybe try to get some information?"