The Sun and the Clover like old times [CLOSED for Cloverpool and me

Sin pelt crept over to Cloverpool who was nestled in between the warriors. "Clocerpool, wake up," he whispered.

Cloverpool opened her eyes. She sat up and rubbed one eye then the other with a paw. "Sunpelt? What's up?" She meowed and flicked her tail.

"I just wanted to take a walk, like old times, you and me," he said briefly.

Cloverpool purred and followed Sunpelt. "Of course Sunpelt. Anything for you." She purred.

Sunpelt purred. "Then let's go." When the two cats reached the edge if the field, Sunpelt started talking. "First of all, I want to get all this straight. Are you glad, disappointed, or neutral about what Frozenflame said? Are you happy to be with me again, or would you rather be with Frozenflame?" Sunpelt felt guilty for asking Cloverpool choose, after all that's happened. But he just had to know.

Cloverpool blinked. "I am glad at what Frozenflame said. And yes I do want to be with you. I really missed you Sunpelt. Like a lot."She meowed sitting down next to her mate and nuzzling him.

Sunpelt purred very loudly, and licked Cloverpool's cheek. "So," he said, heading toward a lone tree that he had never really paid attention to before, "what do you think of our new camp?" That last part was sort of bitter, but he knew Cloverpool would understand. He honestly thought the barn was a cozy place overall, and he was used to the ceiling and walls and hard floor from being in Twoleg captivity for moons, but he was rather disappointed to have to return "home" to a place created by Twolegs. After all, he had only just escaped from Twolegs. Nevertheless, he was thankful for being back with his Clanmates; with them, he was happy.

ooc; what happened to TC's camp again? I just wasn't here when it all happened :}

OOC: Oh well RC and SKC drove TC out of their camp and territory

IC: Cloverpool purred and followed her mate. "Mm well, I don't like it that we don't have our very own camp to sleep in, and for the clan to raise their kits inside the barn its just not right." She meowed flicking her long furred tail.

Sunpelt nodded, not really paying attention to Cloverpool's answer specifically, just her soft voice. It sounded and felt like it was a thick syrup running over smooth rocks, never-ending and clear. He was content. "Yeah... I hope that... You know... maybe some of the newer kits won't have to be raised like that...." Sunpelt was trying to slowly steer the conversation to Cloverpool and him having kits, because Sunpelt had always LOVED kits and wanted to raise each litter better than the last. He loved all of his kits, but when he had returned from the Twolegs, most of his sons and daughters were dead - the death reasons were questions he would never ask. He wanted to have another litter, and protect them always, stay alive for them and make sure they stayed alive with him. He would fight for them and make sure they were never harmed. That was his true purpose, he was sure, in life. But to fulfill it he needed to make sure Cloverpool still wanted to make kits with him.