Love is like a Leaf and Stone }{ -Tag: Ki/Ston...

[spike]

The warrior sniffed at the prey and gently pawed away an unappetizing mouse to choose a bird that had caught her interest. With a slight smile, the she-cat grabbed it firm in her grasp and turned away to settle down alone with her meal. It was odd, of course. She was very much used to eating with a certain tom, but today she wanted a moment to think about him and to think alone. The lilac girl laid down and bit into her food hungrily, mind not on the meal but on the tom. Leafstorm hated to admit it, she always had been one to hate admitting these things. But she had grown so accustomed to having him around! At night, she slept alongside him. At day, they hunted and travelled together. Sometimes they separated but mostly they worked well together. A dreamy sigh escaped her as she thought about how some nights their tails would entwine some despite sleeping in separate nests.

‘Hold on, Leafstorm, don’t get carried away just on silly dreams.’

[/color] She huffed and spat out a feather, taking another vicious tear into her meat. Indeed, she liked him and spent her nights dreaming of him, a future. She was insane to think of it. Bigclaw would never allow that, for one. Stonespots’ jealous brother. He hated Leafstorm because for all his moons he had never been away from Stonespots. Clingy. That was the proper word for him. He wanted nothing to do with her and nothing for her to do with them. So the idea of being… the forbidden “m” word with Stonespots was, as she thought, a dream.

Leafstorm found that her appetite faded some even if she tried to nibble on a few more bites. This was not the time of year to be slacking on the meals. Soon it would be almost no prey and that was worse. The lilac she-cat knew she would have to finish as wasting prey was bad. Still, she merely was able to nibble as she looked quite distant, far too lost in love-struck thoughts, as much as she would deny it and refuse to admit it.[/blockquote]

[Ki]

Stonespots stretched as he emerged from the warriors' den. The sun was just beginning to rise in the distance. Not even Spottedsky was up yet. The tom looked over the camp and saw Leafstorm, eating alone. He smirked. She was a pretty young thing with the morning sun dancing in her fur. The silvery tom padded down from the den and over to the fresh-kill pile. Without much thought, he selected a squirrel for himself and went over to Leafstorm. He wound his body around hers and sat down close beside her. Stonespots set the squirrel down and purred, "Good morning, beautiful. Why is a lovely she-cat like you eating all alone?" Stonespots rasped his tongue over her ear, unabashed by how incredibly flirty he was being.

He'd spent a good amount of time with Leafstorm. In truth, he liked her a great deal. She was beautiful and young. And very fiery. Stonespots liked that in a she-cat. They'd spent a lot of time together as of late. Which was no accident. Stonespots had determined that he wasn't getting any younger. It was about time he found a she-cat to give him some kits. Leafstorm, he believed, was just that she-cat. Smart, beautiful, and with a temper to match his. It was a perfect match. Sure, Bigclaw would object. But Stonespots knew he would object to even the most perfect she-cat. "I hope you don't mind that I'm joining you. But a tom can't resist beauty like yours." Stonespots purred.