Hey, There! (Fox)

[Midnight]

Spottedflower stood in the LeafClan camp, watching as the wind obnoxiously blew leaves and branches off the trees. Both lay scattered around camp, and the warrior knew she'd probably have to help some of her Clanmates clean it all up the next day.

Sighing, the she-cat picked up a twig and threw it at the edge of camp, jumping and yelping as the twig bounced off of something. Was that... was that a cat it hit?

[Foxpaw]

Lionclaw padded through camp, his yellow eyes bright and cheerful. It was a rather good day, he thought, one with plenty of stuff to do. He had been working all through the day, and now he was heading to get some well-deserved fresh-kill. His eyes widened, and he yelped in surprise as a stick hit his pelt. He glanced from side to side, looking rather sheepish as his eyes landed on the she-cat. He cleared his throat. "Uhh... Did you hear that...?" he asked sheepishly, ear twitching.

[Midnight]

"Are you okay?" The Bengal descendant chirped, bounding over to the tom. "I didn't know you were there! I'm so sorry! I just threw the stick so it wasn't in the middle of the clearing, and I guess I really don't have good aim..." Spottedflower looked down at her paws guiltily, hoping that the tom would forgive her.

[Foxpaw]

Lionclaw's eyes widened in shock. She was beautiful, that was for sure, and he suddenly felt the urge to clean his long, golden pelt. "Oh, don't worry about it! It would take more than a little twig to bring me down!" he crowed, chest puffing out. "I'm Lionclaw by the way," he purred, eyes bright and friendly.

[Midnight]

Spottedflower purred in both relief and happiness. He was definitely a cute tom, acting all proud and such! "My name is Spottedflower. Nice to meet you, Lionclaw!" The lithe, spotted she-cat waved her long tail waving high in the air, and her green eyes dilating slightly due to the attraction she felt toward Lionclaw.

[Foxpaw]

"Nice to meet you too," Lionclaw mewed, looking slightly dazed. She had beautiful eyes, too. "I was just going to get a piece of fresh-kill... Would you like to join me?" he asked, clearly hopeful. He needed to spend more time with her.

[Midnight]

"I don't see why not." Spottedflower mewed, though she definitely could find a few reasons, one including that she had only sat around camp all day instead of working, like she should've been. "What's your favorite prey?" The she-cat asked, padding over to the fresh-kill pile and looking at it.

[Foxpaw]

Lionclaw followed after, eyes glued on the she-cat ahead of him. It took him a minute to actually understand what Spottedflower said, and he turned his gaze on her curiously. "I like squirrels. What about you?"

[Midnight]

"I like thrushes best." Spottedflower said, "but we can have a squirrel, if you want. They're not bad, just not my favorite, you know?" The she-cat asked, plucking a squirrel from the fresh-kill pile. "This one's not too skinny, especially for newleaf. I wonder who caught it."

[Foxpaw]

Lionclaw felt suddenly embarrassed, ears burning. "Oh, we could always have a thrush," he offered quickly, ginger tail twitching a bit anxiously.

[Midnight]

"No, it's fine. I don't mind." Spottedflower said, pretending that she wasn't completely embarrassed. She should've let the tom be a gentleman, clearly, but being a slightly assertive cat at times, Spottedflower didn't think and just decided to pick Lionclaw's favorite.

Setting the squirrel down, Spottedflower crouched and took a bite of the prey slowly, slightly nervous.

[Foxpaw]

Lionclaw laid down beside her, pelt brushing hers. He couldn't help but feel nervous, half-afraid he had offended her by not offering to eat her favorite quick enough. but his unease slowly slipped away as he took in the sight of the mouth-watering prey. He was practacially starving, but he forced himself to take a slow bite and not appear like a pig. "So, uh, Spottedflower, what's your mate's name?" he asked, afraid of the answer.

[Midnight]

Spottedflower's fur bristled slightly, "I have none. Why do you ask?" She was beginning to get edgy, because the subject of a mate bothered her. How had she not managed to get a mate, when it seemed like every other cat in the forest and beyond had one? It just wasn't fair! Spottedflower wasn't ugly, was she? She was generally pretty nice, too, so it couldn't have been her personality, right?