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

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    "We couldn't get any information out of him." Rainbowmist meowed, not wanting to particularly talk about prisioners at the moment. "I'm Sure Tigereyes and her group will be able to handle it."

    "I know you wouldn't." Rainbowmist meowed, raising a paw and swiping it over her ear as she glanced up to see what Anti was staring at.

    Anti remained silent for a while. As the sky grew darker, he stretched and layed down, purring a little. "It's been a while since I've just been out like this," he murmured.

    "Me too." Rainbowmist admitted. "With all the battles that the tribe's been in, there's hardly been any time to just sit and think."

    "As fun as it is to help in the conquest of the Clans," replied Antidisestablishmentarianist Policy of Incomprehensibilities, "it's good to just relax. Can't be stressed out all the time."

    Rainbowmist nodded in agreement as she lay down on the ground next to Anti. "Did you do anything exciting in the battle?" She asked.

    "I captured another cat," responded Anti. "A RiverClan warrior." The cream tabby paused, remarking, "We succeeded in that battle with flying colors. Kits were stolen, er, 'rescued from the threat of Clan corruption', we have some prisoners to get us information, and there're a few less RiverClan warriors alive."

    "I hope that those Rivverclanners'll give some useful information to the tribe." Rainbowmist meowed. "Though the kits were a nice twist. Riverclan doesn't need anymore warriors that they already have."

    "Agreed," meowed Anti. "And it was several of us and allies that got them." His eyes flicked to Rainbowmist, and back to the sky.

    "I think that it was a fantastic idea." Rainbowmist commented. "Not to mention the fact that it was a huge success."

    "Huge successes call for huge celebration," purred Antidisestablishmentarianist Policy of Incomprehensibilities. "Don't you agree?"

    "Of course!" Rainbowmist replied, though she couldn't think of anything that could possibly be counted as a celebration.

    The cream tabby edged a little closer. "After making war, it's always nice to go and make love," he suggested.

    Rainbowmist blushed, but she didn't try to edge away. "What do you mean?" She stammered, glancing at Anti.

    "What else would I mean?" murmured Anti softly, weaving his tail with hers. He wasn't going to do it, heat of the moment like he did with Verne - the fact that trying to be close to two she-cats was going to turn those two into rivals for his attention - but rather, at a more slow pace.

    Rainbowmist didn't really reply, just half murmured something that could have meant anything, but she didn't move away as Anti's tail twined with hers. She'd never actually felt love before. It was always just fight, hunt, sleep; the normal tribe routines. It felt....so strange to her.

    Anti, although he was the typical unfeeling tom who wanted to extend his bloodlines to the world for his own sinister purposes, felt somewhat softer. Not kittypet-softwise either...smoothly, he reached forward, licking Rainbowmist on the forehead.

    Rainbowmist purred a bit. SHe couldn't help it. Tentatively, she leaned over and licked Anti on the cheek.

    Anti's tail quivered, and releasing it from the twine he let it lightly go down her back. Ah, classic seduction - although he'd be a bit less bold in this pairing than in the last one.