Nothing Better To Do

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Flailpaw was stunned. What just happened? He remembered the running, the catching up... Then what? Confusion overwhelmed him, but then he laughed as Crowpaw licked him and pranced away. He was covered in leaves, and there was mud under his claws.

Getting up, he shook his pelt, and walked over to a tree to sharpen his claw sand get the mud out. Flailpaw followed the sound of her giggling until he got to where she was, and sat down. He stared at her in all her glorious beauty, actually, he probably stared at her longer than necasary or appropriate, but that didn't stop him from blurting,

"You look good in the sunlgiht" He remarked, buttery sunshine raining down on them.

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<sub>Crowpaw purred romantically. " Oh, do I?" she taunted, padding around Flailpaw and twining her tail to his. This was getting to be fun! She had to admit it. Flailpaw was a good cat...handsome too. In the shaft of sunlight spilling over his long tabby fur and lighting up his eyes so that they sparkled like gems, she thought it would take her heart away.

Giggling again, she delicately leapt to the open space on the log that was just in front of her then turned her body half way to look at him like a show cat. Her tail fell just to the bottom of the log and her fur was slick as ice in the winter, her whiskers clean and pure white. Eyes like chips of ocean blue ice in deep pools of black. Her cheek fur plumed like a squirrels tail and her nose small and black-pink like a dark cherry.

She laughed and beckoned Flailpaw with her tail, gesturing to the seat on the log beside her." So are we going to hunt or not?" She mewed melodically, her voice smooth and bubbling like a winding river.</sub>

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Grinning, Flailpaw pressed his body against hers. "I guess we could, or we could just sit here like this." He teased, trying to make her feel uncomfortable. Twining his tails with hers, he purred. She really was very very pretty. His eyes reflected the sunshine, and they shone with playfullness. It had gotten pretty warm out, and butterflies were fluttering by.

"Oh, but you do look very pretty in the sunlight" He commented, the shafts of sunrays shining on them. His pelt was too ordinary, too normal to look beautiful. "Of course, you never know when the sun will go away." Flailpaw's eyes grew taunting, and in a moment, he rolled over, shadowing the sun from her. Gazing at her, he grinned again.

His long fur was smooth against his body, but his eyes were wild with amusement. "See? Now you just look stunning. Too bad I suppose, on your part" Drawing his tongue over his lips, he moved away to let the sunshine beat down on her again. "So, Crowpaw, must be hard for you, you know, walking with me. I'm pretty much ordinary. I make you stand out even more than usual"

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<sub>Crowpaw snorted. " In your dreams!" She laughed. " You look like a spy..." she began, a dreamy look in her eyes as if Starclan was beckoning her to them, drawing her away to the heaven above earth. " Your shadowy fur may seem ordinary like all the other cats.." She whispered in his ear, drawing closer to him. " But your really quite marveling," She mewed, the word slipping over her tongue.

Crowpaw really liked Flailpaw. They seemed to match...their pelts ,their lives...their likes.... She purred and swiped her small pink tongue over her muzzle. " I am a bit famished," She meowed classily, a twinkle in her eye. " Maybe we should hunt instead of sitting here like tree fungus," she rose to her paws and stretched out as far as she could on the slender log, legs spread like branches.

She purred a joking look in her eyes. " Of course, if I hunt with you the mice might just sit still out of boredom!" she joked flicking her tail across his nose. " You never know,"</sub>

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Flailpaw shrugged. "Well, I don't know about the mice, but I'm not bored at all." He complimented. He twitched his ears, and flicked tail. "Besides, how could the mice be bored, it's spring, about the time of year where they get to watch all the cats falling in love and make fun of them before they get killed" Flailpaw laughed.

He closed his eyes for a moment, etching the image of Crowpaw in the sun into his longterm memory. It was something he'd never want to forget... Even if things ended badly. "Crowpaw, you're so absurd." He laughed, dahsing away, waiting for her to come.

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<sub>" Oh ya?" She showed after him, her eyes wide with mischief. " Well, if you get eaten by a badger, they'll be the ones laughing their their tiny heads off!" Crowpaw laughed as she raced after Flailpaw, her tail billowing behind her like a midnight streamer. She could tell that Flailpaw liked her, she was sure. And she was certain that, deep inside her heart to the very surface, she liked him back.

She let Flailpaw stay in the lead, their paws pounding rhymically against the soggy soil, waiting for him to tire, then she would launch her attack, then he wouldn't escape her wrath of ebony fur. Her paws scrabbled endlessly against the mud, splatters dribbling up onto her pelt. " I'm going to get you for this FlaiFlai!" she called out, singing out his nickname in a taunting tune.</sub>

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Flailpaw was running full speed, bad thing was, he had the stamina, not the endurance. He was getting a little tired, mud splattered him, up and down. His fur was caked against him, making it even hotter than it was. Laughing, he blushed when she called his nickname. He always hated it, but all the other cats, especially his sister, called him that.

"Come and get me!" He yowled behind him, taking a sharp turn. It whooshed some of the breath out of him, and his words rang inside his head as he zoomed forward again. In through your nose, out throuh your mouth He told himself, looking back. Crowpaw was fast! He slowed a bit, tiring...

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_{Crowpaw let out a shrieking yowl, and flung herself at the fleeing tom, her eyes twinkling with a mischievous gleam of pleasure. She grasped her ear with her teeth, and gently tugged upward, Flailpaw's fur slightly matting from saliva. Her eyes fluttered and she tried to mumble something through her grip on his ear, but it sounded similar to squirrel's chatter. Letting him go, she pulled in a deep breath and laughed melodically. Finally, in her sugar sweet voice, she utter quietly," Do you want to go hunting now Flailpaw?" She pulled her ears forward then flicked them back unsurely. Her black fur tingled like it was full of beetles and spiders, and she glanced unsurely at the rising moon, casting its deep impressions into the trees and hollows in haunting blackness across the forest. " Or maybe we could go tomorrow and just go back to camp?" She purred.}

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Flailpaw tried not to wonder if there was some hidden meaning in her words that he wasn't quite bright enough to understand. He twitched each whisker uncertainly, and glanced at the candle like moon lit sky. It was beautiful out, and even the fireflies that danced about glowing merrily made it better. Why shouldn't they hunt? Why go back to camp and be bossed around like kits? Flailpaw flicked hiswet ear, and drew his paw over it, making a disgusted face when his paw was wet. "Eww. Now I'm all saliva-ee." He whined, smiling at her, and attempting to cuff her with a massive paw, claws sheathed. Flailpaw's jaw stretched in a wide yawn, and he took a long, too long to be appropriate, look at Crowpaw. "Okay, lets hunt, but I feel bad for you already. You don't seem like a ferocious hunter, just a delicate she cat" Flailpaw grinned at her. A light breeze of warm air flooded through the area, ruffling his fur, and blowing littel moths around.

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<sub>Crowpaw gave a shriek of tense surprise as Flailpaw attempted to playfully flatten her with one massive, multi-coloured paw. The moonlight caught the fur of his limb, lighting it up as if a fire was raging on his fur. Not prepared for the unexpected attack. Giving a playful growl, she tumbled backward just as the paw caught her on the chest. She scuffed the dirt as she stood, and launched herself at Flailpaw once again.

" If you think I'm all looks, your better off as a mouse, you furball." She hissed playfully, careful not to let any venom leak into her voice.

Twisting to the side, just as she was about to hit hie head, she turned into a neat circle beside the tom. " Well, if you think no badgers and big, o'l foxes are about, lets go!" She leaped to her paws, tenderly landing on a stick, and turned to give Flailpaw a sympathetic gaze, giggling playfully.</sub>

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Flailpaw got up, stretching backwards, letting his forepaws shake with stiffness, before leaning forward to do the same with his backlegs. His paws glittered in the moonlights, and his eyes shone like little orange orbs, sometimes becoming an eerie iridescent colour, or becoming completely invisible. Occasionally the glowing moon leaked in from between tree branches, and lit the whole clearing, and other times it shone in little patches, and rays that lit objects up like brands of sunlight.

"Then let's" Flailpaw mewed to Crowpaw, admiring the way her pelt shone in the light, again looking at her longer than necasary.

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//ok, want to make another thread?//

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//yesh//

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//ok, you can start it, yes?//

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[No, I don't want to, I gotta go do somefing, brb]

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//kk, i will//