Snowstorm sat under a tree. She was frustrated because she'd accidentally hurt her former crush when she'd got mad and she though she would be alone forever because she couldn't find anyone who liked her back
Mean she-cat needs rough tom to teach her rough love
- Snowstorm !
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A large grey tom was walking nearby, his tail dragging along the ground. An unfamiliar scent reached him and he lifted his head and saw Snowstorm. Curious, he walked closer.
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"... What do you want? Go away." Snowstorm hissed, staring at this tom, irritated.
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Wolfmane twitched his ears stubbornly and didn't move.
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"Leave. Go away." She hissed.
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Mudclaw sat down and rolled his eyes
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Wolfmane lashed his tail and stalked off, sitting at a safe distance from where he could watch te white she-cat without being noticed.
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Mudclaw walked up to the fresh kill pile and sat down
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Wolfmane lay on his side and groomed his pelt thoroughly, watching Snowstorm from the corner of his eye.
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He ate a thrush
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He sat upright, breathing in a nearby scent of prey. He poked into a bush and saw a young mouse, nibbling a blade of grass. He pinned it down with his paw and killed it with a fast snap.
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He fineshed
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Snowstorm bared her teeth in a growl before turning her attention back to the tree.
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He turned around
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He ate his mouse, watching Snowstorm quietly. He didn't know why, but for some reason he didn't want to go away.
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He felt the same as he walked towards her
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Wolfmane watched the she-cat, half of his mouse lying beside him, uneaten. As he watched her, his paws prickled uneasily. It wasn't possible that he could like her, was it? No, he told himself, Impossible. But inside he knew he quietly did. “Well, there's no way I'm going to tell her that,” he muttered to himself, eating the rest of his mouse thoughtfully.
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he ast down
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"What do you want?" She meowed, turning to the tom beside her.