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Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil
The stormy grey warrior chuckled softly. "Well I doubt this fish reference free moment will last very long," Stormstrike remarked,
nudging her shoulder playfully. Everything was always way more fun around Snowsong. It didn't seem to matter to him that she was the deputy, the siamese was his best friend and mate, that's how it would always be.
"Let's just take the time to define 'at least'," Stormstrike replied,
laughing at her response. Twenty pieces might be a tad bit much for them to bring back, but the warrior would do it in a heartbeat if Snowsong asked him. That is, if she asked him and seriously meant it. Otherwise, the tom was rather doubtful that he was capable of such a feat. A soft smile rested on the warrior's maw as he padded alongside his mate. Being in camp always seemed to remind him of so many good memories. Lots of great things had happened in just this one area, and more had also happened in the territory. One particular memory would always have a special place in his heart. Stormstrike quickly turned his pale blue gaze back to his mate as she spoke again. Her words made his affections increase further than he thought they could. He opened his jaws to say something when suddenly one of his back paws caught on something and he felt himself tumbling to the ground. He collapsed on the ground with a grunt, landing on his back. The squirrel however had tumbled out of his jaws in the process, now splayed across the ground. Lifting his head and turning back, it didn't take long for the warrior to spot what had caused his downfall. A stick. It brought back bad memories. Memories of embarrassment. It was the one where he had tripped over a stick in front of Snowsong, Snowpaw at the time. He had felt himself holding a few grudges against that stick. After all, no one liked to be embarrassed in front of their crush, luckily Snowsong had comforted him.
Looking back, he could tell that now the stick's junior had come and decided to play a few tricks as well. Stormstrike narrowed his eyes at the stick, and for a moment looked like he was about to lose his confidence like he had all those moons ago. But he didn't. Instead, he burst out laughing. |
(Okay even I just started giggling right now XDD)
Snowsong snickered at him, shaking her head in amusement. "You're right, it probably wont last that long." She purred with a grin. It was always so much more fun when she was around him. She loved him. She always would.
Snowsong giggled at his next sentence, giving a roll of her ice blue eyes. "Twenty is a bit much. I'll settle for eight." She paused, wondering if eight was maybe a tad much to expect. But instead she shook her head and looked at her mate, then her eyes flickered to the stick just ahead of him. "Stormy--" She began with a small smile twitching at her lips, but before she could warn him he had already tripped, and before she knew it the Tom was on his back. Snowsong's mouth opened, gazing at her mate, then the stick, then the squirrel, and then Stormstrike again, and it was silent until a burst of giggles erupted from her maw.
The Siamese couldnt help herself. But, she wasnt laughing at him - She was laughing with him, as he was laughing too. "Boy, that brought back memories!" Snowsong giggled, her eyes blue eyes shining with amusement and affection as she padded forward, looking down at the gray Tom as another giggle escaped her. "You okay?"