Fresh-Kill, Anyone? (Lostsong;Open)

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Another cold day. Well, what was one to expect? It was leaf-bare, after all. Thankfully, his black pelt made it a bit harder to get cold, dispite his short fur. But only a bit. Yet he enjoyed the cold-the way it sent shivers down your spine, cooled you down after a training sesison, the way it reminded him of darkness...

Batwing had a twisted mind, indeed. You would, too, if you had voices swirling around in your head, trying to pull you every which way. He didn't know who the voices belonged to. He wasn't sure if they even belonged to cats. Some told him to do evil, and others told him to do good... His mind was all a mess. But he was good at hiding it. And that was all that mattered.

The black tom was seated near the fresh-kill pile, poking sheepishly at an odd smelling crow. It smelled of crowfood, in a way, but the tom was unsure as to what to think about the bird. Shrugging, he tossed it carelessly aside, not wanting to risk it, and grabbed a better smelling mouse instead. Not moving from his spot, he began to dig hungrily into his meal.

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Lostsong entered the camp, a squirrel hanging from her jaws. She was just returning from hunting, and quite proud of her prize. It was rare to find a squirrel in the winter, they usually hid in their dens, avoiding the snow and ice that covered the land in leaf-bare. The beautiful she-cat walked proudly into the camp, her mood lifting even more when she saw who was at the fresh-kill pile. A purr entered her throat as she approaced, and got louder as she lay the squirrel gently on top of the pile. She went over to her mate, and bumped her head under his, rubbing along his neck. Her purr was quite noticable. Lets just say she wasn't shy in her love of her mate. Hey Batwing. Enjoying your mouse I see. Mind if I join?

The she-cat rubbed her cream pelt against her mate's black one. He seemed almost cold, but Lostsong knew that she was just abnormally warm. She had a very thick, short coat that was wonderfully warm, but still shed out for the hot weather.

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Batwing spotted Lostsong entering the camp from across the clearing. A squirrel, a rare catch during leaf-bare, hung limply from her mouth. As she came near to lay her catch on the fresh-kill pile, he echoed her purr and smiled warmly at her.

"Good catch," he congratulated. "More plump then most prey your can find now adays. And I don't mind at all," he meowed after she had finished speaking.

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The beautiful she-cat beamed at her mates praise. It was a good kill, wasn't it? Lostsong told herself. I'm so glad he noticed! She purred and gave her mate a lick on the ear before padding over to the fresh kill pile herself. She looked over the pile, temptation drawing her to her fresh caught prize. No, she would let another clan member have it. A queen or an elder... The though brought something else up in her mind, something she had been meaning to talk to Batwing about. She picked up a mole, then went and sat beside her mate.

She took a bite of her food, then looked at Batwing. Hey, there's something I've been meaning to ask you... Her voice trailed off as she shyly looked at her meal. She poked at it with a paw. No! She was never shy! Plus, there was no reason to be shy about this. They were mates, wern't they? So, about the whole kits thing. Well, I've been thinking and... her beautiful voice trailed off as she looked into her lover's eyes, a passion blazing in them. I would like to have kits. Your kits. Now.

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Batwing stopped eating to look at Lostsong after she'd finished speaking. He gulped down the last few bites of his prey before saying, "What is it?"

His eyes narrowed a bit as she continued. "Yes... What about kits...?" It was odd. The she-cat was hardly ever like this. She was acting almost shy...

His gaze softened as his mate finished speaking. This was exactly what he had planned-everything was falling into place.

"Come with me," he said, getting to his paws and flicking his tail as a signal as to follow him.

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Lostsong nodded, then took the last few bites of her mole. She barely even chewed them, not wanting to waste time. She was quite happy. He hadn't thought of her as crazy to want his kits now, and so suddenly. He had look elated, overjoyed at her statement. Maybe he wanted kits as bad as she did.

After she finished the last few bites, she good up and walked to her mate. She bumped her nose against his black shouler then rand her body down along his. She flicked her tail on his nose, and with a smile, walked out of camp.

She went into the forest, a little ways from camp. She kept beside her mate the whole way, occasionally running her head on his side and such. She was glad he was leading, she would surely get lost.

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((OOC: Erm, seeing how Deltra is uncomfortable and doesn't know how to contenue this post, mind if I just call them mated?))