L'amore le chat [For Tigertail]

Wailingstream had never been the sweetest or most considerate cat. His tongue was a bit too sharp, he was a little strict about the warrior code, and his way of showing affection tended to be a little brisk. But the tom had a side of him that loved, that cherished, and for most of his life, that side was dedicated to his sister, Icetail, and his friends on a lesser basis. However recently he felt an odd fluttering within when he passed the she-cat, Tigertail.

In his youth, he simply admired the warrior she-cat. But with maturity he begun to notice other things about her. Her beautiful tiger patterned pelt, the way her fur shimmered in the right sunlight. The way her green eyes narrowed when she got ready to scoop up a fish.

Which is why he was leaving the third shell he'd found on dawn patrol on her moss nest while he thought she was out. He'd done it twice before, and seemed to have gotten away with it. Although a closer examination would tell him that she probably could've guessed on scent alone, but he thought he was being so sneaky. So when he snuck back out of the warrior's den, he definitely wasn't expecting any cat to be outside.