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Originally Posted by WarriorzFan
Whisper’wing listened to the response, and the crunch of bone seconds later. “Good catch! Let me try.” She said, parting her jaws to taste the air. “Thrush...I also smell a frog and some lizards, but we should focus on the foremost of the three. She enjoyed doing this...It was freeing, to hunt with a partner. However, her eyesight keen, she noticed Elm was a little shaky...nervous, even. She herself did not know what to do about this situation. Going back to when it all started, Whisper was perfectly content. She had spent moons ignoring everybody, regardless of age or gender. One could say romance and kits were so low on her list they were placed at the bottom of the Gorge. It all changed when she met Elm...they got to talking and the rest, as far as she is concerned, is inappropriate to talk about, even to herself. She awoke from her little space-out and shot towards the prey at top speed, trying to make up for her embarrassing error.
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**Elmshadow**
Elmshadow watched the she-cat silently, critically. She seemed distracted, or was that all in his head? Did he even care? He couldn't wrap his mind around why everything seemed so much more complicated than it had moons prior. Before Goldenstep he wouldn't think twice about a third litter of kits from a third queen; rather, he wouldn't just not think twice, he'd be proud. This was what he wanted, right? If Goldenstep had managed to have a litter of five she-kits then she couldn't give him what he wanted. But then why was there something holding him back. He suddenly felt uncomfortable being out alone with Whisperwing.
Elmshadow stood from where he waited on Whisperwing.
"Our kits will make skilled hunters," he purred lowly.
"We should start heading back to camp. We can hunt along the way."
Without waiting for Whisperwing, he turned and walked leisurely through the forest, picking up his freshkill as he passed it. He soon caught the scent of a toad. Depositing his mouse beside a tree root, he crouched down and stalked quickly along the ground. He spotted the bulky amphibian bunched within itself among a pile of mucky leaves in a spotlight of sun. He gathered his energy into his hind quarters and sprang, quickly dispatching it. It was rather chilly for most cold-blooded prey to be out but apparently not all. The rush of the hunt taking his mind back to something simple and comprehendible made him feel just a bit lighter, like his old self. As he gathered his mouse and toad he looked at Whisperwing and smiled.