[Bella~]

Originally Posted by Noire

The tom watched as his mate appeared with a mouse in her jaws. Too excited it seemed. He hissed at her, "Stay quiet will you? You don't want to scare all the food away." He bellowed, and realized that some things would never change. Her energy, and his rudeness. The tom took her pry, burying it in a safe spot for them to come back to when necessary. Soon after he was done kicking dirt over the food, he realized that he lost sight of Cloverwhisker. The tom panicked for a moment before he seen the she cat climbing a tree. Coldhearted figured she would be okay, but second guessed himself as he looked the trees over once more. Coldhearted trotted towards he, looking up. He hopped on one of the branches to land next to her, "I believe you should allow a real pro to handle this." He whispered, huskily to her as he scampered upward onto the branch. From the distance he could see a bird's nest. The little ones chirping and awaiting their mother's return. For a moment, Coldhearted felt his heart tense. It was such a sweet sight. He imagined that being his family, his kits waiting for them to return home. The tom suddenly grimaced, and shook his head to be rid of the thoughts. He bent down, and pounced, leaping over the nest and able to take down the other nearby bird. The father, possibly...? He didn't know, but he caught the critter, and it was dead. The tom skillfully leaped out the tree, landing onto his four paws, and he looked back up to see his mate. "Let's go, Clover. Get out the tree will you? Before you get hurt." He mumbles through a mouthful of feathers.

She huffed and jumped out of the tree "But Coldy, we all know that I am the real pro here" she grinned and looked at him. She couldn't believe that she hadn't told her siblings yet. She looked around and smiled