((Oh, I'm sorry, Inky! I didn't realize I never replied to Sparktuft. I forgot. D: ))
Sableclaw | She~cat | 55 moons | Deputy | SeaClan territory | Sparktuft
The gray she-cat could do nothing but purr. She had never had a tom talk to her this way, and she was overflowing with happiness at the thought that her dreams were finally coming true. She never believed she'd fall for anyone, and was never quite able to imagine anyone falling for her! She would never forget this moment. She vowed to Sparktuft, and herself, that she would die for him and Lionkit. She meant it.
Sableclaw allowed her tail to twine with his and she rubbed up against him, trying to match his step, like she had seen other cats do with their mates. But Sableclaw wasn't the most coordinated feline, and tripped over Sparktuft's paw.
Embarrassed, Sableclaw caught herself and looked at Sparktuft with a grin. She rubbed her chin against his and walked with him again, doing a little better this time, on the way to camp.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Batfang | Tom | 113 Moons | Returning to camp | Nightshade
"It went fine." He mewed softly. Batfang didn't really want to talk about that, so he changed the subject.
He watched the patrol of cats go past and asked,
"Where y'all off to? Hunting, or border?"