My Squishy

[Fernstar]

ooc|The randomness of titles

bic|Whitechest and Blueheart came back into camp after a hunting patrol. Whitechest dropped his catch on the pile and walked a foxlength away to eat a vole he had kept for himself. The ginger deputy looked up as his brother came to join him.

Blueheart dropped his catch and kept a smaller rabbit to eat. He trotted over to his brother and settled down. He sighed slightly before taking a bite from his meal. "Do you think she is okay?" he asked his brother.

"Honestly, Blueheart, you worry to much about her. She is a grown warrior and can care for herself," Whitechest meowed. "She isn't a kit."

"I know that, you stupid furball!" Blueheart meowed with a slight growl. "I just feel bad, that's all. I can't see her as often as I like to make sure she hasn't dropped dead for no reason." Whitechest, Nightshadow and him had always been close before Nightshadow went to HillClan to live with their father. Now Blueheart worried often about his sister.

[Iceclaw]

"What are you two argueing about this time?" Rockstar asked as he walked over to his deputy and warrior.

[Fernstar]

"Nothing," Whitechest meowed. "Nothing important anyways."

Blueheart glared at Whitechest. He knew his brother just said that to cover up, but he was still offended for Nightshadow.

[Iceclaw]

"That's good," Rockstar meowed. "I don't need my warriors fighting eachother."

[Fernstar]

Whitechest nodded and returned to his meal.

Blueheart also returned to munching on his rabbit.

[Thunderstar]

A long-haired she-cat brushed her way into camp and, hanging from her jaws by the tails, where two mice and a small squirrel. Amber eyes flashing at her clanmates and leader, Goldtail waved her tail in greeting before padding over to the fresh-kill pile and dumping her catch ontop.

[Fernstar]

Whitechest nodded greetings to Goldtail and took another bite from his vole. "How'd your hunt go?" he asked.

[Thunderstar]

"Hunting's definately been good this greenleaf," Goldtail replied, sniffing the pile and plucking out a starling, she padded over to Whitechest and settled down by him. "Plenty of fresh-kill for all. If the prey continues to be this good, we may be in store for a bearable leaf-bare."

[Fernstar]

"Let's hope so," Blueheart meowed after swallowing a bite of the rabbit.

[Thunderstar]

Nodding in agreement, Goldtail broke into the bird, tearing out a few feathers with her claws before sinking her piercing fangs into the plump flesh.

[Fernstar]

The orange deputy finally finished his vole. He sat up and licked his whickers before settling into the routine of grooming himself.

[Thunderstar]

Tearing off more feathers, Goldtail gradually devoured her prey one bite at a time, taking her time at savouring the delicious meat. "Wonderful," she managed to purr between mouthfuls.

[Fernstar]

Blueheart finished his rabbit and smiled at Goldtail. "A good bird, then?" he asked.

[Thunderstar]

Ripping off one of the last pieces of meet, Goldtail nodded with her soft amber eyes on Blueheart. "Oh yes. In fact, everything tastes so much better lately. Not a single scrawny critter for miles round."

[Fernstar]

"There was slim pickings last year," Blueheart commented. "Now that the forest has rested, the prey will be better."