[fresh]

Originally Posted by Doodle

Mousenose eagerly trotted back to their meeting spot, her black bird and mouse clamped down by her jaws. One of the wings of the bird had fallen out, leaving it to flap rather ungracefully as she bounced forwards, even hitting her in the face a few times. But the awkward journey back was worth it as soon as she caught sight of Crowheart- and his single squirrel. Sure, it was a nice sized catch, but she had gotten two pieces of prey compared to his one! The molly quickly dropped her catch on the ground, swiping her tongue over her maw to get rid of any blood.

"Awe, Crow. Sorry there, looks like you've been beat," she teased, her light green eyes flashing playfully. "Better luck this time- and yes, it will take luck to beat me." Her muzzle was thrust into the air after this statement; she wasn't one to gloat, but around her best friend she was certainly more playful than her normal withdrawn self. She honestly believed that this was because with the tom, she was free to be herself. There was no need to be hiding anything, because he was in on her little secret. He was the only cat who knew, and while she had to keep it that way it was definitely refreshing to be around a cat who she didn't have anything to hide from. Her twinkling eyes focused back on her best friend as she waited for what she was sure would be a quick denial- that was the thing with this tom, he could never admit defeat. Not that she minded- it just meant more teasing for her. The tabby found it a bit amusing to push his buttons, especially because their friendship was always safe. No matter how far she pushed him, he would always love her and she would in return. That was simply how best friends were; they stuck together through thick and thin, closer than littermates even.

ScReEcH
I FOUND IT
I FREAKING FOUND IT
:-D
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Crow was not happy.
It showed on the look on his face. His expression was of dissapointment, of anger, of the excuses he'd already thought up. "Well- you see-" For the first time in a very long time- since he'd met Mousenose, even- Crowheart was at a loss for words. He cleared his throat. What in StarClan is up with me today? It truly was a good question.
The tom tried again, doing his best to hide his embarrasment. "There's no definite reason for me losing. Too many possible factors." Better, but still not classic Crow. This was clearly not a good day for him.
StarClan, the violet-eyed tom had had a crush on Mouse since they'd met, but been too scared to make a move on her. Now it was too late. And because of that he had become more hidden, more reserved. Except around his "mate". There was no way he would allow her to see what he'd become.
After shifting his paws slightly, the tom chuckled a little at Mousenose's gloating. "Y' know, I never see you so energetic around other cats," he purred, trying to switch subjects. Crowheart hated the idea of losing.