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Originally Posted by RedHead
Ick, it's way too cold for this... Flowerpaw padded along, her ears flattened against her head as she tightened her grip on the pump mouse within her jaws. She'd found it burrowing just outside of Riverclan's territory, as she had wandered in that direction to find something to hunt. She was still terrible at hunting, but the mouse had been living quite a nice life, for leaf-bare, and it was easy for her to take down. She'd eaten before leaving the camp as the sun was going down, and now, under the cover of darkness, the calico was making her way to the border. She soon caught the scent of the cat she was looking for, giving a small smile as she padded up to the edge of the border. "Hey fluff-face, you came. I'm actually a little surprised." Flowerpaw was being honest here, she thought that Warblerpaw wouldn't have left the warm comfort of the apprentice's den to meet her at the border on a cold night. That's good though, I suppose. I like it when other's surprise me. She dropped the mouse on his side of the border, giving a tilt of her head and a small smirk. "I brought you some food, can't have my fluff-face become skinny-face, now can I?"
@vermin
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He jumped up, twirling around to face Flowerpaw. A shimmer of gladness came and go through his icy blue gaze. The nickname sent him gushing, if only his skin can go red. "Yeah, well- I was doing nothing in camp and last minute decided to meet up with you. Don't get too excited about it," he purred. In a quick snap, his head stared down at the delicious, appetizing mouse. Warblerpaw could literally drool right now but that would be bad manners. Especially in front of a she-cat, Starclan no. A big gulp, reeling back his saliva down his throat he coughed, dragging his eyes away. A bit of dread crept across the tom's mind- does she know about his..past actions? Eating another felin, getting smacked by a med cat, nearly exiled? God, that would be so humiliating. "Well..I can't say no since you worked to get this, it'd be rude of me.." his words mumbled out, bending down closer to the plump mouse. Blinking three times, the rodent was gone and his mouth? Filled with favory juices! The tang and saltiness- oh and a little bitter sweet at the end after swallowing it down. Just wonderful. Forgetting where he was for a moment, he stood straight sitting down and cleared his throat. "Thank you. Ah, how's everything in Riverclan? I don't think I was able to ask you that question during the gathering. It was quite short."