[Spirit]

 

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Ocelotpath hadn't checked the trees above him. Truth be told, he hadn't been paying too much attention to anything around him within a matter of moments; and that was his mistake. In an instant, a cry sounded from above him. For a moment he was startled and glanced upwards, making sure that he wasn't going to be hurt-- he wasn't really frightened, and then in the next instant, the voice placed within his mind, playing back in his memory from the dozens of memories he had with the Egyptian Mau. Moondancer, he thought with a chuckle. To anyone else the cry might have sounded frightening. But, Ocelotpath knew his mate's voice. By memory. He would know it anywhere (within a matter of time), and looked up just in time to see her land on top of him. The ground was more of his coloring at this time, and he blended with it like another pile of leaves.

"You're such a kit," He laughed, teasing her lightly as he tried to push her off before his expression became friendlier. "And I love you for it." Once more, the Bengal tried to push her off, happy to see her in general. Happier then he had been in a while. They were both older now. And yet, Ocelotpath sometimes felt as though he wasn't much older then a new warrior. It would have been fun to be the one to catch her off guard, but then again, she was probably far too trained for that. Not quite feeling like talking about serious matters for the moment, Ocelotpath tried a new approach-- changing their positions so that he would be the one in control. If it were to work, then he would be the one on top-- and the one in control-- instead of Moondancer. Though, his mate was pretty strong... admittedly stronger then him, but he still did his best. Despite trying to look serious, there was no way he could get the smile off his face. She was his best friend, definitely... now and forever.
@Spirit

Moondancer giggled as she was being called a kit. In her eyes, both of them acted the age of their own offsprings at times.
The senior warrior was for once happy being out on her own. The re-ranking had gotten a lot of worry off of her shoulders, and she felt more free. She could spend much more time with her kits and mate, as well as siblings and mother. She was happy to have such a big, supportive family. She felt surrounded by cats who would never leave her side, and that just boosted her confidence. In a short moment, her thoughts went to her twin, who didn't have the advantage of a mother in the clan. But perhaps their father had gotten more kits? She wouldn't know. It had been years since she'd heard from her twin. But deep down, she for some reason knew that she was alive.
Grinning at her mate as he caught her focusing on her thoughts, she was pinned down and tried to look as if she were giving up. But thinking about it, he would probably know most of her moves and tricks by now. She was surprised he hadn't realized she was in the tree.
"You got me, you got me!" She giggled, sending the tom a happy, loving gaze. She felt happier than ever whenever Ocelotpath was around. He just had that effect on her, and she loved it. She were more than happy that they were not the typical pair. They were both slightly childish, as well as always ready for a challenge. Both of them seemed to need more than just sitting in the clearing all day, chatting and crossing tails and what not. She enjoyed the relation they had. Best friends was indeed the way to see it. And yet more than that. It was slightly hard to explain, even in her own head. But nevertheless, she loved what they had, and wouldn't swap him for anyone else in the world.