Love is crawling up my spine (c)

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'Hunting Dice' : 3

Berrypaw poked her head out of the ferns. The golden cat quite did look like a charmer to her. "Hey!" she mewed quickly, probably scaring the cat. "You missed that finch by rabbit lengths," she chuckled, then scented something: a robin. She felt a sensation with this cat, different from every other cat, but a sensation nonetheless. She looked up at Brightpaw and said, "I'm Berrypaw. How about you?" She meowed, crawling in a crouching stance towards the robin. Maybe she could impress Brightpaw. He didn't smell anything like SkyClan, but ThunderClan... she had to be wary of ThunderClanners, especially with the broken alliance. Now, she unsheathed her claws and chased after the robin, leaping elegantly through the air. She glanced back at Brightpaw before quickly landing. "You know, SkyClan is on thin ice with ThunderClan," she chirped, "but you could always tag me along for a hunt." This cat seemed different from the rest of ThunderClan, but could she confess? No, of course not. Her tail flicked back and forth as she stared back at the cat, her orange and black spots taking notice of the hints of sunlight shining in them She caught the robin, smirking at Brightpaw. She trotted towards him and sat down next to him, smiling. "Why don't we chat for a bit?"

-forgot to dice roll so I can double post

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'Hunting Dice' : 3

Berrypaw felt Brightpaw speak a hundred words. She mewed lovingly, nuzzling up with Brightpaw. "I caught it because I’m better!"  she meowed, slightly laughing at her words, watching Brightpaw giggle. She felt happy, dipping her head under her fur to give herself a smile, blushing, then rearing her head back up. "Nice to talk with you, Brightpaw. Well, Skyclan isn’t doing fine like every other clan; we’re dealing with a lot," she replied, sadness and sorrow entering her tone. "Thunderclan is a great clan too," she carried on. Berrypaw peered at the ground, then back at Brightpaw, giving him a friendly nod. "I just can’t wait to get my warrior name. How about you? And, uh, could we meet here tomorrow... or the day after that?" she meowed hastily. Now she just wanted to talk to this cat. She felt confused about her own emotions. Was she breaking the code? Did her loyalty still lay in Skyclan? She gave a worried look to Brightpaw, trying to say something, then pausing, giving a delighted purr instead, pushing her tongue against Brightpaw’s flank, licking it. She couldn’t even tell she was doing it, just her gut forcing her to do it. She watched Brightpaw fling his tail idly, then curled her own tail atop Brightpaw's tail, showing her care, her gaze softening, looking the other way before refocusing on Brightpaw. She was unsure about her feelings. Was Brightpaw a friend or a... lover? But she couldn’t tell because she was a Skyclan cat. And would Brightpaw even love her back? Her expression went back to confused, then a troubled one. "Though we’re just friends," she meowed, letting all the thoughts bottled out, sighing in relief, though she felt something else... love, inexpressible love, a crush."

Brightpaw nodded for some reason, glad to hear SkyClan was doing well. He twisted his ear, noticing a mouse. "I’ll catch it this time! Watch me!" he meowed, padding across the forest floor in his crouch. With the flick of his tail, he ran towards it bravely and with ease, jumping in the air, then landing on the mossy forest floor he wasn’t used to.
He smiled happily, licking his paw for good luck. "Look, see! I caught it!" he meowed, impressed by his own catch. He stared at Berrypaw, noticing her bones sticking out like sore thumbs. Brightpaw didn’t even have to run across to give her the mouse; he just quickly flung it towards the cat.

"Hey, you need to eat up some more," he meowed, slowly walking back to her to take his place next to her again. "See! ThunderClan cats can catch!" he continued, giggling, waiting for his friend to eat the mouse.

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'Hunting Dice' : 2

"Guess they can," she meowed softly, placing her tail over her pelt, warming it up. Brightpaw gave her company, something she felt SkyClan didn’t give enough of to her, but she had mixed feelings for Brightpaw. One telling her to confess, to tell him you love him; the other thought being that you are breaking the code. If you don’t stop, this might escalate as far as other cats finding out. This made her feel uncomfortable; she forced her eyes away from Brightpaw to stop the sheer sound of the thoughts. It felt like claws ripping through her own pelt. ThunderClan and SkyClan were different clans. They couldn’t even be friends, for that fact. What would happen if war struck? Would she attack back to Brightpaw? It just worried her thinking of toms from other clans. What would Beechfang think? What would she say about all of this? What would— she cut off her thoughts with the simple blink of her eyes. It all agitated her, so why think in the first place? That would do nothing but give her more worries. Her bones felt stiff before she moved her paw, touching Brightpaw in the process. A look of concern replaced the cheekiness. "Though we are different clans... remember that," she meowed. Maybe saying these things would make her stop thinking that she was disloyal. Brightpaw seemed a bit too stubborn to realize they still couldn’t even be friends. Love came again in her mind, but he was so cunning, charming, and all of that stuff. So how could she ignore the tom and his cunning tactics? Not to mention how handsome he was aww she could go off on a tangent that wouldn’t change a thing she loved Brightpaw but felt disloyal at the same time.

"We always catch, I told you!" he meowed. He looked surprised at Berrypaw. Why was she so concerned about the warrior code? It seemed as if she needed some private space.

"Well, I should be off then. Bluepaw will worry his tail off," he mischievously laughed before padding away from the splotched orange and black calico. Making his way past a bramble bush, he thought, she just needs some space. Leaving her would do her well for her well-being. It seems as if she’s like me, doesn’t know if she’s loyal or not, he worried for her, watching her nibble away at the mouse. A look of relief spread; at least she was feeding herself. Some cats knew well to not starve themselves, at least.

"Don’t starve yourself!" he smiled before exiting into the clan cats. That last part was true; just because they were starving doesn’t mean they had to give up on every last little morsel of food that existed because they wouldn’t get more of it.


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