Hunting

[Saberclaw]

Sixfoot padded on, the feel of soft needles beneath his paws was rather comfortable. THe nightwas theirs. No troubles invaded Sixfoot's head as he parted his jaws to catch any prey scent.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt was not far behind him, happiness blocking out any other problems she had. Her jaws parted and her ears pricked for any signs of prey. A squirrel darted out from it's hiding place behind a tree and ran right in her path. Heatherpelt sprang forward, long limbs extending out before her as she focused on her prey. She bunched her muscles and leapt at the rodent, pinning it and closing her jaws around it's throat.

[Saberclaw]

Sixfoot dropped into a crouch as he scented a vole. His mouth watered at the thought of it but he couldn't get side-tracked right now. He moved silently towards where he thought he heard little movement. He finally caught sight of the furry creature as he searched for food. Witha skillful leap, he pinned his prey to the ground with his paws and unsheathed his claws, ending its life with ease.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt picked up her squirrel. It was surprisingly plump for Leaf-Fall. She brought it over to where Sixfoot had caught the vole and dropped it. "Nice catch." She purred looking at the vole.

[Saberclaw]

"Same to you. That squirrel seems as though its been eating quite well," Sixfoot commented warmly.
He sat down facing Heatherpelt. "Would you like to eat?' he asked.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt nodded. She pushed the squirrel towards him and cocked her head to one side. "Do you want it?" She asked.

[Saberclaw]

"Here we'll share them," he purred pushing the squirrel in the middle. He crouched down gazing warmly at Heatherpelt.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt crouched down beside him and pressed her side to his. She bit into the squirrel and chewed thoughtfully. She swallowed it and looked around the pine forest. She licked his shoulder gently before continuing to look out among the trees.

[Saberclaw]

Sixfoot purred loudly as he felt her press against him. He took a bite out of the squirrel after she had, chewing and swallowing it hungrily. Nothing seemed to make noise and it was calm and peaceful. This would be a day to remember for him.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt took another bite, which seemed to take the edge off of her hunger. She stood and licked his head gently. "I'll be right back." She purred. She listened for the sound of water before she padded towards the stream, that was so close to drying up.

[Saberclaw]

Sixfoot watched her go, longing to follow her but she had said she'd be right back. He took another bite and sat there as he finished that one as well. The tom waited for her, ears pricked and tail twitching nervously.

[Cloverleaf]

Heatherpelt lapped up the cool water, trickling down the rocks. Her thirst quenched she padded back towards Sixfoot. She came up to him and licked his cheek. She settled back down next to Sixfoot and pressed her nose into his fur. "I love you." She murmered.

[Saberclaw]

Sixfoot licked her ear affectionately. "I love you too," he meowed, warmth showing greatly in his amber eyes. He felt as though his heart were about to burst with love and joy.

[Cloverleaf]

"Sixfoot." Heatherpelt purred. "I'm going to have kits." Her yellow eyes locked in on his face to see what his reaction would be.

[Saberclaw]

At first Sixfoot seemed as though he didn't understand her but then pride and love filled his gaze. "Thats great!" he purred licking her cheek. His couldn't believe it, this was indeed excellent news.