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Originally Posted by Nettleclaw
Fleetear continues his hunt, already with two prey to bring back to camp. His hunting edge is coming back, thinking that all he needed was to share that resolve with Squirrelleap. Looking up through the trees, he dreams of the coming day when they hunt rabbits together.
A squirrel nest catches his eye, maybe some prey lie unaware inside. Licking his whiskers and sharpening his eyes, he aims to knock down the nest and pin his catch as he comes down on top of it. Just as he gets high enough to reach with his claws, the squirrel hops out onto the branch. With next to no time to react, he swings his claws, but the bark he's clawed into gives way. He misses and comes tumbling down the trunk.
On his back, he watches the lucky squirrel scurry to the farther branch and leap over to another tree. Since he has enough prey, and out of spite, he rolls back onto his paws and follows from below. The squirrel finally stops atop another tree, and when he looks down the trunk to climb, there she sat. He didn't expect to run into her like this again so soon, he stood stuck at the top of the hill with joy in his eyes. She may not be ready to settle yet, but he thinks it good to at least see eachother more.
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Squirrelleap rubbed her right eye with her paw and turned towards the scent of a squirrel, to see Fleetear watching her. She fought the distinct urge to touch her paw to the scar on her neck that sat right next to her throat from her encounter with Rainfur. The orange tabby let a half-hearted laugh escape her jaws and smiled slightly. "Okay, if youre done looking like the worlds happiest tree, then i suggest you get over here, because Happy Tree is freaking me out," she meowed, although it was clear she was almost as happy to see the tom as he was to see her.
"Is it just me, or is it freezing out here?" she asked as she noticed her eartips felt cold, blinking her steel-colored optics. The she-cat walked over to him. "So, how are you? Any news?" Her stomach was already fairly round, but Fleetear tended only to notice she was there when they had bren apart for a long time, and nor did she. Actually, the molly had to admit he was more likely to notice a missing paw on her rather than vice versa, snd now she was double checking he wasn't missing any limbs.
I've got some new for you, though, she thought, stomach beginning to churn.
But is it good or bad?