Why, Hello There[dawn of the sky, open?]

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    [[Sorrysorrysorry! i totes thought i replied. D:]]


    Finchstorm watched Sketchfeather, a soft smile on his face. He quickly shook it off, however, reminding himself that he had a daughter and a mate....well, he had a daughter.

    {Ahaha, its fine, I just thought you were away :P...And he has a mate? Or a dead one?}


    Sketchfeather turned to Finchstorm, who had suddenly shook his head.
    "What's the matter?" she asked the tom, "Got water in your ears?"

    Finchstorm smiled, shaking his head one last time. "Uh, yeah. Wow, it's sure gotten cold fast." He remarked quickly, trying to change the subject.


    ((had. well, she became inactive. so i pretend she disappeared/died.))

    ((Haha, lol...so the whole mate thing will work out, right? And sorry for replying late :P))


    Sketchfeather shook her fur, shaking the icy droplets of water from her fur. She had to admit, although she had fluffy fur, it was getting cold.
    "Should we go back to camp?" She asked, shivering in the cold. It was snowing slightly, and it felt as if icicles would form any time on her whiskers.

    ((yeah, totes. and no prob, you got enough of that from me that you could keep doing that and I'd be happy to forgive ;)
    also, what did you do to your first few posts to make them like that? like font and size and stuff?))


    Finchstorm


    I might be in love. again.


    Finchstorm stepped out of the river and gave himself a shake, grateful for his thick pelt. "That might be a good idea," He grunted with a smile. With a flick of his tail, the tom started slowly toward camp, glancing back to see if Sketchfeather was following. Though she looked rather frozen....she looked beautiful. And this time Finchstorm didn't try to fight the thought.


    ((^^^^^progressss! ;) ))

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ♥dapple♥ [inactive due to school] ().

    (aaaaaahhahahaha, lol... And you can do that by doing [size= Whatever number] [/size]
    Example: [size=1] Hello. My name is Dawn[/size] (that's size 1))


    [size=3]Sketchfeather[/size]


    [size=2]Still shivering, the tortoiseshell and white she-cat walked stiffly towards the tom, already a few steps ahead of her. Sketchfeather noticed that, from the corner of her eyes, Finchstorm was staring at her. Did she have something on her fur? She looked at her dappled pelt, confused. There was nothing on her but spikes of icicles. Did he think she was a statue? Her whiskers twitched from the thought.[/size]


    .

    ((okay, cool:D ))


    finchstorm
    you look beautiful.


    Finchstorm looked away when Sketchfeather caught him observing her. But a moment later he was watching again, a soft smile on his face. Only when he stumbled over a small pile of hard-packed snow did Finchstorm watch where he was going. As they passed a snow-covered bush, the blue tom remembered the fish he had caught earlier that day and stored near by.


    "I'll be right back," He murmured, rushing off to find both of the fish -- not large, but average, and good for leaf-bare -- and return to Sketchfeather. Though he wasn't gone long enough for the she-cat to go far, Finchstorm was afraid she would be gone when he got back to where he'd left her.

    Sketchfeather


    Sketchfeather watched as Finchstorm left for a few moments, her heart slightly aching. How long would he be gone for? What if he never came back for her? You mouse-brain! she scolded herself, He's just getting some prey! Then, the tortioseshell realized a soft feeling in her heart.
    "Am I in love?" she murmered to herself. When the blue tom returned, Sketchfeather's heart fluttered. This was the best feeling she had ever had.

    Finchstorm


    Finchstorm nodded at his companion, trying to smile with his eyes since his jaws were filled with prey. Adjusting his grip on the fish, the large tom plodded onward, careful where he placed his paws his. Eventually the camp came into sight, though it was still a ways off.