[Cobra]

// @mareenakit - pssst, they live in maine, they wouldn't know abt gophers

Whiteclaw looked at Darkfire, a small smile playing at his lips. It looked like the other tom was enjoying himself immensely. He looked at the fireflies, pouncing at one and shrugging when he didn't catch it. Whitey stared at a rabbit, then got into a crouch and began to stalk it. {He rolled a 5} The grey tom hissed with anger as he missed it. "Shoot! I was so close!" Whiteclaw growled with anger, than took a deep breath.

Finally, with a bright grin on his face, Whitey walked over to Dark. "Hi," he purred. "How're you today? Looks like the weather is good, although it's getting colder-and there's lots of prey! I cannot believe that!" He lay down next to the other tom, stretching out in the late Leaf-fall sunlight. It would get cold soon, so he would enjoy the sun while it lasted-warmth wouldn't be around forever. Every Leaf-fall it got freezing, tensions got tight, stuff got hard.

You only live once, after all.