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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:59 am
Fleetwing shook her head. "No, impressed by your neat execution of the capture. Such a small target and you got it right in the middle...
"I know. So shall we take it back to camp? We can come back here later to get more prey...but for now, we can drop of our four rabbits at camp." She bounded forward, her rabbits swinging from her jaws. Looking back, she dropped the rabbits and called out, "Coming, Wildspots?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 6:36 pm
"Alright," Wildspot replied with a grin and picked up the prey he caught. "Oh, but would you like to have a friendly race back to camp?"
After all just walking and talking like a couple of elders would be boring, he thought to himself.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:06 pm
"Okay!" Fleetwing grinned. She scooped up her rabbits and ran for it as quickly as her name suggested. Her strong legs propelled her over the grasses and rabbit holes of this part of WindClan territory. She made sure not to run too fast, or Wildspots would fall too far behind.
Fleetwing loved to run; it gave her a chance to think without anything else to cloud her thoughts. And here, her strides flying over the land between here and the camp, she thought hard--about Wildspots.
The fact of the matter was that she had felt happier hunting with him today had felt better than all of her solitary hunting in the past two moons. That meant something, something serious...
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 8:27 pm
Wildspot took off after Fleetwing, his prey dangling from his mouth. He quickly racked his mind for any short-cuts or anything that might help him win the race, but he couldn't think of anything. He was slow for a WindClan camp and was therefore far behind Fleetwing. He hated losing, but that was okay. He also enjoyed running, especially on such a nice day.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2008 4:23 pm
At the realization that Wildspots was falling behind, Fleetwing slowed down to let him catch up. "Sorry," she panted. "I thought..." She stopped and shook her head. "No, never mind what I thought. It was silly and stupid. Let's just go back to camp together."
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 7:17 am
What Fleetwing had said got Wildspot curious.
"What did you think, hm...?"
He caught up to her and was then walking calmly walking back to camp. His eyes were trained on her, wondering what she possibly had to say, or even if she would tell him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:06 am
Fleetwing smiled wryly and shook her head. "I was going to say that I thought you might want to catch up. But that was silly and/or rude of me, wasn't it? I'm sorry." She dropped her rabbits on the fresh-kill pile. "Shall we go hunting together again?" she asked hopefully.
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2008 8:36 pm
"Oh that's it?" Wildspot said after he dropped his fresh-kill onto the pile.
He thought Fleetwing might've said something more offensive, but maybe she just wasn't the type of cat to say those kinds of things. Oh well.
"Sure, why not? It's not like WindClan is being attacked or anything."
He laughed, which was something he did often. There really hadn't been much drama going on recently... Wildspot was actually getting kind of bored.
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Posted: Sun Jul 06, 2008 11:48 pm
"Then let's go!" Fleetwing grinned. She leaned over and murmured to him, "I like hunting with you. It's more...right." She brushed her tail against his flank and trotted out of camp, ready to hunt some more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:20 pm
"More right?" Wildspot repeated, unsure of what that could mean.
Not one to express his feelings, Wildspot didn't admit to Fleetwing that he too like hunting with her. He wasn't sure if "more right" were good words to describe that. He thinks something along the lines of more fun would be accurate.
He rushed out of the camp, keeping his eyes open and his ears strained for any sign of prey. He wouldn't be surprised if their little hunting group had scared off all the prey. After all, Wildspot did think himself to be a bit scary. He laughed out loud at that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:44 pm
"What are you laughing about?" Fleetwing laughed. "I know that that's a bad way to describe it, but, well...anyway..." She coughed, embarrassed. Fool! He probably doesn't even feel the same way about you!
Suddenly depressed, Fleetwing dropped behind. "I'll, um...I'll see you later, shall I?" Fleetwing asked sadly, watching the handsome tom run ahead of her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 1:47 pm
"I wasn't laughing at that, I was laughing the fact the we probably scared away all the prey!"
He looked back see that Fleetwing had dropped behind.
"I thought you said you wanted to go hunting again...?"
He took a step closer to her. Had he said something wrong?
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 2:27 pm
Hope flared in Fleetwing. Maybe she was wrong...maybe Wildspots did want her to hunt with him.
Maybe he isn't used to this, she told herself. Maybe he doesn't know how to say what I'm not sure I can either...
"I wouldn't like to hunt with you," Fleetwing mewed softly. "I'd love to be with you! I mean...erm, hunt with you." She took a deep breath and felt her heart flutter like the butterflies they had been stalking earlier. "Let's go scare some prey!" she laughed, leaping away. "Come on, Wildspots!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 2:39 pm
Wildspot kept his laugh to just a smile this time. This cat was so amusing...
"Alright, let's go!" he took off in a random direction, in search of prey.
As he went, he pounced a few bugs here and there, including a grasshopper and a dragonfly. No one could escape the grasp of Wildspot!
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Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 8:38 pm
Proudly Fleetwing trotted past, bearing three beatles in her mouth. "Going to carry your prey, or bury it?" she asked jokingly. He was so funny! She loved him!
Fleetwing stopped. What? Did she just...? But...as she thought about it, she realized that she did. There. It was out for all her mind to see. He was strong, he was playful, and he seemed to enjoy her company. He had a beautiful smile, and his laugh was like birdsong and the sigh of the wind in her ears.
Should I tell him? she wondered. Probably not. I couldn't bear it if he didn't feel the same about me...
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