[Bella~]

Originally Posted by Noire

{ @Bella~ }

It's been a good few days since the tom took in Cloveewhisker as his mate. For the last few days they've been getting along great. Even if Coldhearted found himself aggravated sometimes, and he knew that some part of her was with his constant stubbornness getting in the way. However, his limp and wound had healed, though the claw wounds on his back was caked with dried blood, and he had to groom himself in order to get it off. Now, the tom was alright. At the moment, he decided it was a good day to be away from the clearing and spend some quality time with his mate; the one he come to love. And what better way to spend time together such as hunting? Cuddling was a lot better in Coldhearted opinion, but making sure the clan was well fed was a lot more important. Especially by Halestar's opinion. The tom flicked his tail, keeping his paws light. Or, at least as best as he could. With his large size, the tom was sure to stomp around clumsily and scare away most of the prey. He looked back towards Cloverwhisker just to make sure she was following his lead. Whenever he was with her, Coldhearted had to learn a few things, like suppressing a purr whenever she was in his presence, or acting emotionless whenever they were around crowds of cats because he was too proudful to display his affections.

The smaller cat had no trouble at all sneaking around, or being quiet when most nesicary. She has picked up a scent and as a result was a little says behind her mate. She stalked forward and into a patch of grass, she pounced and a moment later reappeared with the mouse in her jaws. She purred excitedly and bounced ears after him, nothing seemed able to bring her down! She started to climb up on a low branch of a tree to see if she could pounce on any birds. Jumping from trees was her favorite way to hunt although it was clearly most dangerous.