The brown tom emerged from freshkill pile with a small trout in his muzzle. He just needed something satisfy his stomach. He hadn't done much today other than talking to some of his Clanmates. He sat down near a bush and began to eat his trout.
Tendrilflare emerged from the nursery and stretched. She hadn't slept to well, and her neck was a little sore. Ah well, maybe she'd feel better after she eat. She looked around the clearing and saw her mate, Otternose, eating a trout by a bush. She padded over and smiled at him. "Otternose,"she purred, "You're not going to eat that all by yourself, are you?"
Guiltily, the tom was caught red pawed with his meal. "um... no" he lied and passed part of the half eaten trout to his beautiful mate. "I haven't found anyone to share it so there you go." he smiled and looked at Tendrilflare. She was beautiful alright. Sometimes the Warrior liked to gaze into her unique colored eyes. As far as he knew, she was the only cat in the forest who had eyes that resembled the shade of honey.