[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

risingcreek kept glancing at him, and for some reason that made beetleskip nervous. there was no malice or disinterest within the opposing warrior's eyes, only a soft, almost shy note of comparison as he turned his gaze up towards the few leaves that were still green and unfallen upon the branches. beetleskip could see the way risingcreek was breathing, shaky and almost shuddering breaths that could hardly create clouds of white. his legs moving without authority, beetleskip found himself a step closer. a step that had been rather wide and brought him so close to the mauve pelt he could feel it rub, just barely, against the tendrils of his longer, cream-coloured coat. he felt himself go warm but made no move to change position. pressing his lips together and furrowing his brows, he tried his best to keep any show of embarrassment inside. he was beginning to lose focus, despite how light he kept his paws or how he kept his tail rather still, his steps were unsteady and his tail twitched at every movement. still, beetleskip continued to taste the air, suddenly catching a whiff of fresh rodent in the air, subtle but definitely there. suddenly, all of his attention was back on the hunt, although it was difficult to ignore the gentle rub of pelts and clear, crisp scent that risingcreek possessed.

risingcreek was a little shocked that beetleskip would get so close. he seemed more reserved, a cat that kept to himself. but he wasnt complaining by any means, he liked physical touch and affection, even if it was platonic. he walked along next to him, a subtle smile forming on his features now as he walked closer, pelts now definitely touching now, how the soft cream and chocolate pointed threads seeped into his own mauve made him feel just as soft and fluttery as their fur mixed together. he opened his mouth to scent for prey along with beetleskip, not even having to catch the scent to know their was something around from the way the other toms attention refocused back on their surroundings. risingcreek focused on other scents of his own, maybe focusing a little bit too much on beetleskips then the prey around them, but he tried to look for something to catch himself while beetleskip focused on his own.