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Originally Posted by Beau
Crestfeather nuzzled Soaringcrane back and snorted at his compliment of himself. The molly batted his tail away with a smile and stuck her tongue out at him as he bounded away. Crestfeather shook her head in amusement and set out after him. The feeling of the moor beneath her paws gave her strength. It seemed as though the soft ground was a springboard, launching her forward. Breathing in deeply, Crestfeather pushed herself faster, but not to beat Soaringcrane. She didn't push hard enough for that, just enough to enjoy herself and the feeling of the wind in her fur. |
Soaringcrane let out a loud "whoop" of joy as he sprinted across the moor, the waves of rye and heather brushing against his fur as he raced past. He looked back behind him to see Crestfeather enjoying herself. Looking
little guilty, he slowed down so that she could catch up with him. "Sorry..."
He said sheepishly. "about me ordering you to hunt. I-I just really would love to spend some time with you, Crestie." The tom looked down shyly as they ran. There were a few moments of awkward silence. (got writer's block; ;-; )