Posts by smokesoul

When she landed on her chin, she grinned. "Good! Now, when you were training with the other mentors in the group, did you learn anything new?"

(I don't think they'll be replying soon haha)

Bone nodded, padding towards the trees to collect the softest moss he could find.

"Yeah, I know. But it's just hard." His face held an impassive expression, immediately his demeanor had changed by the thought of her name.

Soot, a very flirtatious female who is careless, sharp tongued, and enchanting walks to the edge of the small creek, poking the water with her grey paw. She giggled as it tickled her claws, her silver eyes bright with amusement.

{Just jump in!}

OOC: and by the way, the song the title is named after is "Happy Together" from The Great Gatsby.

"We were going to have kits," he said. and the worst sound in the world croaked out of his throat- the crack in his voice of someone about to cry.
Especially this hardened, most masculine male.
And his voice cracked with pain.

Smokesoul snorted, glancing over at Flatfoot. "Now, don't let him hear you saying that!" She laughed softly, amused by her young apprentice.

"Okay. Okay. I'm fine. I'm fine." he whispered, as if convincing himself.

"I'm not going to cry." His voice once again deep and silky like nothing had happened. "Lets finish hunting, shall we?" He padded off down the river without waiting for a reply.

"The old nose attack and leap away." She informed him. "Do you remember this one?"

"Squirrel." He whispers, holding his tail out. He leapt stealthily into the tree, dissipating into the leaves. A sudden chitter of a squirrel is all that is heard, and a low crack.

His paw just out of reach from hers when she attempted to swipe at him, she nodded. "Great! Do you have any you want to show me?" She asked.

"Musclelegs?" He burst out laughing. "Wait... Wait just give me... give me a second!" He sputtered between breaths of laughter. When he was done, he wiped his eyes with his tail tip, sighing. "I think that's the best one I've ever heard." He grinned. "I'm Ash."

"Yes? What is it?" He jumped out of the tree, the large squirrel in his jaws. "Oh....." it was a kit. "Where'd it come from?" He asked.

"I'm a loner." He smiled. "I live alone. No one else around here but me, my dear." He smirked.

It mewled softly. "Its not even old enough to speak." He whispered.

"Nice!" She laughed, getting up and rolling her shoulder.

"Okay." He picked up his catch, and started walking beside Daystorm. "What do we do? Give her to one of the queens?" He asked, glancing at the creme colored kit with blue eyes.

"Hey!" She exclaimed, leaping straight down to the ground instead of taking different branches. "Oof. Get back here!" She chased him, winding through the trees as fast as she could.

The Dark grey she cat winced. She remembered the last time they tried hunting.
With hunting, Scarrowpaws temper was very. very. short.

"I do love the rain," he meowed, walking through the trees. "But I hate soggy food." He laughed.