Worm Diggin'! { Cindey, private }

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    Fallenpaw's eyes glinted mischievously, and he gave a vigorous nod. "Oh yes I would!"

    "What if I were to say... Run away?" Gingerpaw suggested lightly, slowly getting to her paws. "Like now!" She meowed, before bolting away.

    Fallenpaw let out a yowl before dashing after Gingerpaw. "Oh, I'm gonna get you!" he called after her, swerving around tree trunks.

    "No, you're not!" Gingerpaw called back, maneuvering through the trees.

    Fallenpaw leaped over a fallen branch, racing after his friend. "Oh yes I will! Just you wait!"

    "What if I get you first?" Gingerpaw whirled around, and started to run towards Fallenpaw.

    Fallenpaw was surprised by this turn of events, but quickly recovered, scrambling in the debris and darting around the thick trunk of a birch tree. "You won't get me! I'm the fastest cat in the forest!"

    "Yeah. I'll believe that when I see a mouse fly!" Gingerpaw giggled, racing after Fallenpaw.

    Fallenpaw swerved around the same trunk, putting the tree between himself and Gingerpaw. He laughed as he poked his head out from one side of the white bark, gazing at the she-cat with gleaming green eyes.

    Gingerpaw giggled, aiming a playful bat at Fallenpaw's face, eyes gleaming brightly.

    Fallenpaw jumped back, stumbling over a branch and tumbling backwards in a heap of brown tabby fur and white paws. "Umph!" he grunted, as he flopped down upon the dirt and crispy leaves.

    Gingerpaw's dark eyes widened. With a small gasp, she bounded over to her best friend. She did something completely unexpected. She actually began to lick the tom of his head, and some of the dirt on his back.

    Fallenpaw giggled, though he couldn't deny the fact that he enjoyed the closeness of Gingerpaw. He raised his head and shyly gave her cheek a quick and reassuring lick as he stood up, shaking out his brown tabby fur. "Don't worry, I'm fine," he meowed cheerfully, his green eyes glowing. "You just took me by surprise, and I, um, tripped."

    Gingerpaw's cheeks flushed, and she backed up, until she was standing a tail-length away from him. "Well, um, I'm glad you're, uh, okay."

    Fallenpaw held back his laughter, his own embarrassment taking over him. He glanced up at the sky, watching a bird take flight from one of the topmost branches of a tall tree before disappearing into the sapphire blue. "So..." muttered the ThunderClan tom, "how about... hunting?"

    "Mmhm." Gingerpaw mumbled loudly, glancing around. She pretended to focus a small fleck of park, peeling off of a tree. Her head tilted to the side, as if she was really curious about the bark. When Fallenpaw mentioned hunting, she nodded her head eagerly. Anything to get out of this awkward position.

    "Um, so, yeah," mumbled Fallenpaw, flicking his tail uneasily. "Let's go.. hunt." He gave a small shrug, as if he were self-conscious of someone's eyes boring into his fur--though no one was--and quickly began to trot towards a clump of bracken, though he kept his ears pricked and his mouth parted for scents of prey. He glanced at Gingerpaw once, waiting to see if she was coming.

    "Yup." Gingerpaw mumbled, trotting after Fallenpaw. Gosh, she was extremely uncomfortable right now. If hunting was the only alternative, she would gladly do it.

    The scent of squirrel flooded into Fallenpaw's senses, and he turned his head to see the prey nibbling happily on a nut near some ferns. He flicked his tail to Gingerpaw, angling his ears towards the squirrel before creeping up, crouching just as he was told. Coming up from the squirrel's blind spot, the apprentice leaped and quickly dispatched it with a swift bite. The smell of fresh-kill wafted to his nose, and he grinned.

    Gingerpaw gave him a slightly forced smile, but also a normal smile. She crouched down lowly to the ground, and began to stalk slowly forward, towards the scent of mouse. Her thoughts distracted her so much, that she didn't notice stepping on a twig. A small crack broke through the silence, and the mouse scurried away.


    Gingerpaw cursed slightly under her breath.