Worm Diggin'! { Cindey, private }

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    "Bad luck," murmured Fallenpaw, lightly brushing his tail over Gingerpaw's shoulder. "But it's okay. Do you wanna eat the squirrel?" He hoped she wouldn't feel offended, since he wasn't trying to undermine her, or rub Gingerpaw's face in how he had caught his squirrel and she had caught nothing; he was just trying to be nice.

    Gingerpaw gave him a half-smile. "Okay." She was pretty bummed about missing the mouse. It had been extremely easy prey for her. But, hey. Everyone had their ups and downs. This must be one of her downs at the moment.

    "Don't feel to bad," Fallenpaw told Gingerpaw, nudging the squirrel towards her with a white paw. "Just the other day, I missed a sparrow that practically flew into my paws!" It was purely a joke, though the brown tabby hoped it would brighten her spirits. He didn't like seeing her so glum.

    Gingerpaw grinned, before chuckling quietly. "No offence... But that's pretty funny." Soon, her dark eyes brightened with life again, before taking a huge bite from the squirrel's back.

    "None taken!" laughed Fallenpaw, flicking his ears and dipping his head to take a bite from the squirrel. He could feel himself losing the sleepiness he had acquired some time ago as he continued to eat, and quickly sat back so Gingerpaw could take as much as she wanted as well.

    "Since we're all confessing here. Once, a bird actually popped on me. At least, I think it's poo. But, it was all white and gooey." Gingerpaw's nose crinkled at the thought, before happily taking another bite from the squirrel.

    Fallenpaw wrinkled his muzzle in disgust. "Eww!" he exclaimed, though he couldn't help but laugh. "Great StarClan, you must've really annoyed that bird!"

    "I did not!" Gingerpaw protested, but her cheeks flushed. "Okay, so maybe I threw the worm at it, but, it wasn't eating it. I was stubborn as a kit."

    "You threw a worm at it?" repeated Fallenpaw, his eyes wide. He laughed again, his whiskers twitching. "Wow, you're one pushy she-cat!"

    Fallenpaw pretended to stumble and nearly fall from Gingerpaw's nudge. "Yeah, you are!" he teased, green eyes glinting.

    "And you're so cute that it's annoying." Gingerpaw retorted, before blankly staring ahead at a tree trunk. Oh, I did not just say that out loud.

    This time, Fallenpaw actually did stagger to the side. "W-what?" he blurted out, his face burning with a deep blush. He couldn't believe Gingerpaw had actually said that! I mean, he knew she-cats said that type of stuff, but they didn't say face-to-face, did they?

    "Oh, psh. I didn't say cute. I said uh... m-mute?" Gingerpaw's cheeks were deeply flushed. Yeah. Mute. Nice going, Gingerpaw.

    "I'm not mute!" replied Fallenpaw. Truthfully, he only had a vague understanding of the word mute, but he knew it meant something like not talking. "I talk a whole lot!"

    "Oh, I knew that. Um, I meant... zute?" Gingerpaw lightly shrugged her shoulders. God, this was really uncomfortable for her. First, she said cute, then mute, and now zute? What was zute, anyway?

    "Zute?" repeated Fallenpaw. He stood there, struggling to find the meaning of said word, when he realized that it was probably just a made up one. He snickered. "Ha, zute's not a word!"

    Fallenpaw flicked his tail, grinning in amusement. "Zute's not a word, but... uh... lute is!"