Fallen Holly Leaves (Storm)

Fallen Leaves batted weakly at Holly Leaves, pretending he wanted her off of him, even as his tail curled tightly around hers.

Holly Leaves smirked down at him, purring smugly as she settled herself on top of the tom.

Fallen Leaves rolled onto his back, batting playfully at his mate’s muzzle as he found himself pinned beneath Holly Leaves.

Holly Leaves playfully tackled him.

“Hey!” Protested The tom, though he laughed, knowing it was only fair she get to try and get him back.

Holly Leaves playfully snapped at his ears.

The tom purred, butting his head against her shoulder playfully.

Holly Leaves squeaked, snatching her paw back. “Fallen Leaves!” She protested.

Fallen Leaves let go, but then nipped at her paws instead.

Holly Leaves squawked slightly, whirling around once they had the room and swiping at his face, trying to get him to let go.

Fallen Leaves followed close behind, teasingly nibbling gently on his mate’s tailtip after catching it in his mouth as they reentered the cave.

Holly Leaves purred softly and licked his ear before moving ahead to walk along the narrow path behind the waterfall and enter the cave.

Once they finished descending the slope, Fallen Leaves pressed against her once more.

Holly Leaves pinked a little underneath her fur but didn’t respond to that, leading the way back to the cave.

“And maybe,” Fallen Leaves added as he started to follow her down, “Maybe we could conceive the kits up here as well.”

Holly Leaves gently nuzzled him before getting to her paws, starting to head down the slope.

Fallen Leaves planted a lick on the top of his mate’s head, sighing as well. “We’ll come back up here whenever you want.” The tom affirmed with a slight nod of his head.

The pair stayed like that until Holly Leaves noticed that the sun was starting to set and reluctantly pulled away from her mate with a sigh.

Fallen Leaves purred softly, pressing against his mate a little harder.

Holly Leaves didn’t comment on the fact that he had been the one to first bring up waiting.

(I’ve seen those! They’re hilarious!)

Fallen Leaves nodded. “I know. It’s just- it’s hard to wait.” The tom pinned his ears back softly. He had been the one that said that they’d wait until the prey was running better. It was just so hard to hold back when everything seemed so easy in his dreams.

“I’m afraid,” Holly Leaves said softly, “that if we have them now they won’t survive from a lack of food and the cold.”

(*snickers* There’s such a thing as a Trumpy Bear. You can buy one oneline.)

“If you’re sure.” Mewled Fallen Leaves, accepting her choice to keep waiting as she snuggled close to him.

“Yeah,” Holly Leaves sighed. “I want them. But not until we’re settled in and it has to be either newleaf or greenleaf.”

“Have you thought any more about kits?” Fallen Leaves Mewed questioningly, rather bluntly, as she rested her head under his chin.