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Originally Posted by Dark Melody
Snowsong let out a triumphant yowl as she tumbled into the clearing, giggling over her shoulder at the gray Tom that was chasing her. "I won!" She sang, slowing her pace as she grinned at her new mate. Her eyes sparkled with affection. Winning didnt quite matter to her that much. Not as much as Stormstrike.
"Good race, Stormy." She giggled. There was no mocking tone in her voice, just a warm, sweet edge to it; She meant her words. Gazing at Stormstrike for a moment, she smiled and looked around the clearing, ears pricked thoughtfully as she looked around for Gyrewind, or her siblings, but when she didnt see them she turned back to Stormstrike, still smiling brightly.
( @ Empress Of Evil ) |
Stormstrike burst through the camp's entrance, close behind the siamese. The grey warrior could only roll his eyes playfully. "Yeah right, you just had a head start," the tom defended, flattening his ears against his head in an attempt to look innocent. To be truthful, Snowsong had won fair and square and the warrior wasn't going to ruin her joy.
"For you more like," Stormstrike replied, although there was only affection in his tone of voice. His pale blue hues seemed to follow Snowsong's own hues. He wondered where his brother and mother were. They never seemed to be around anymore. He quickly brought himself out of his thoughts as he felt the gaze of Snowsong on him. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling rather hungry," Stormstrike remarked, and his pale blue gaze immediately flew to the fresh kill pile.