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Originally Posted by Lonestar23

The Savannah was about to respond before Goldenstar appeared to be hunting something. Skilled hunter, he thought with a smile. It was fun to be able to hang out with the leader - mate or no mate, Servalspots liked flirting with him as well. Oh no, he wasn't expecting to become Goldenstar's mate or interest or anything, and he held no interest in the other tom - although he did have to admit that Golden was handsome. Whoever his mate was was a lucky cat, and Servalspots would never want to steal that away from them. His ears pricked up to hear a rustling in the bushes, and the Savannah crouched low to the ground. His huge frame seemed to be almost too big to fit through the bushes, but Serval went through like he had done it a thousand times. The object of his sudden attention was a shrew - moving along the ground, hunting it's own meal. Little did it know that it was about to become some other cat's meal. The Savannah pounced - one huge paw smashing down and breaking the creature's spine. Fox dung. Servalspots thought, realizing that the creature was only paralyzed - he hated putting prey in more pain then it was necessary to. And so, with a skillful nip, he ended the animal's life, bringing it back to where Goldenstar was waiting, a smile on his face and a vole in his maw. "See? What did I tell you, you charmed it right out of the bushes with that winning smile of yours," The Savannah purred, after dropping the shrew. The lifeless creature landed on top of one of Servalspots's paws as he did so.

Goldenstar was quiet for the longest moment, the mouse’s tail clamped tight in his jaws. It was nice to actually be finding prey in leaf-fall. Well, it was rare to find a whole lot of prey anyways. However, he had been very lucky recently. Then again, it had just started to become leaf-fall, and he was almost stunned by the beauty of the trees. It was easy to forget about the vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges that made up the trees now. As he stood there in silence, he became aware of how Servalspots was now pressed to the ground. As the tom noticed that, he took a small step back, letting Serval have his catch. It was nice to have room when you were hunting, and not have an apprentince or another cat on your tail. He couldn’t be the only cat who liked that, so he kept his distance, watching Serval calmly, almost like how he had watching Nightpaw when she had been hunting. He tried not to flinch as he saw that Servalspots hadn’t Killed the shrew, and he held his breath, however, a few moments, when the shrew had actually been killed, he could breathe again, and smiled. “Nice catch!” He said, then he rolled his eyes “Yeah, if you say so,” he laughed. He was surprised about what a good mood he was in, but he didn’t see any reason to not be in it, so he just decided to go with it.