[Foggy22]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Beefire's scent was strong. Wafting towards him like the blossoming of a beautiful flower. His ears twitched; did he hear that correctly? Darting his head from left to right, Springwind raised his tail. The white and grey splotched Tom caught hold of his mate's darling orbs. Picking up the hare he caught, he dragged it towards her, confidently. Springwind recalled his day, finding that it started out wonderfully. He got to relax more than usual, and when he got up to hunt, he ran into Hunterfang. The older Tom had to admit that it was a highlight to his day. Seeing his former apprentice who was like his own kit that he raised. It was like seeing his own son become a warrior. Only...this son was someone else's son. And...this son was his apprentice. Finally...this son didn't come from him. It wasn't his biological son. All that aside, Springwind still loved the youngster, and would always be there for him no matter what.
The Tom approached the Molly, dropping the prize at her paws. It was a gift. To show his appreciation. His happiness. After a long day of hunting...well, little bit of hunting but more so lounging around in scarce shaded areas. In Springwind's opinion, Windclan needed to invest in trees. He stepped over his mate, gently, finding himself curled around the she cat, and purring. "How have your day been so far?" He asked, setting his head down on her back. This has to be the most tranquil position he adored. Her fur was soft. So, soft like a pillow. A nest that he could sleep on forever.

(Heehee, I'm going to start making Beefire call Springwind Springy :3 Unless you have any objections, of course)
Beefire purred as her wonderful mate curled himself around her. She relished the feeling of his soft fur brushing hers, and she sighed with content. With Springwind, she could do anything. She knew that. "My days been pretty good," she answered,
upon hearing his question, then added, "But this is the best part." She snuggled closer up to him and started taking bites of the hare. She let the flavour of the meat and blood seep over her tongue, and she thought about how lucky she was to have Springwind as a mate. When she had about half of it, she could eat no more. "Thank you for the hare, Springy," she said, chuckling slightly at the nickname she now often called him. "You can have the rest. I'm already full." she nuzzled his neck lovingly,
and looked at his warm, welcoming eyes.