Fallen Holly Leaves (Storm)

Fallen Leaves jerked back as if he’d hurt Holly Leaves, Pinning his ears back and mewling “Sorry!”

(It’s a good thing they’re in relative privacy XD Anyone watching would know what they’re thinking about)

Holly Leaves let out a startled mewl when he licked over a ticklish spot and instinctively tried to wriggle away from his tongue, the accidental tickle knocking her out of her increasingly detailed fantasies that involved him.

Fallen Leaves’ licks moved to her flanks, closer to the base of her tail. The Tom shuddered himself when he caught a glance of Holly Leaves cleaning her own belly fur, finding himself imagining The she-cat exposing herself, touching herself, licking her most private areas and moaning the whole time...

Holly Leaves twisted slightly to run her tongue over her belly fur, which was most likely to get dirty if she left it wet, as it was closer to the ground than most of the rest of her.

Fallen Leaves was focusing on hiding his own excitement as he began to run his tongue over her spine. The Tom’s licks were firm and yet tender all at once, and he took extra care to smooth her fur back down properly after messing it up to untangle the water from her long dark fur.

(That’s what I thought lol. And considering Half Moon was still alive in Dawn of the Clans I’d really old, I would put this RP as approximately eight or nine years before Dawn of the Clans)

Holly Leaves was unable to hide the shudder that ran through her body when Fallen Leaves started to help groom her fur. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment- though it wasn’t visible beneath her dark fur- and she hoped he hadn’t noticed.

Fallen Leaves padded up behind Holly Leaves, standing just behind and to the left of the She-cat, and started to groom along the back and sides of the She-cat.

(That’s interesting!)

Holly Leaves settled herself just past the shore in the grass and started to groom her sodden pelt, attempting to dry it.

(Ooh. If you look at Turtle Tail’s page on the Warriors Wiki it says that Kate imagines she was run over by a Ford Model T, which means Dawn of the Clans happens some time between 1908 and 1927)

Fallen Leaves followed, not paying any heed to the water in his own pelt. He was actually excited to share tongues with the she-cat before him.

Holly Leaves came out of her daze when he bopped her on the nose and huffed at him, getting to her paws. “You were on top of me,” she reminded, wading out of the water and attempting to shake some of the water from her pelt with limited success.

Fallen Leaves stepped off of her with a bemused purr. “Maybe you should get out of the water first?” Suggested the tom with a teasing smirk and a bop on the nose.

Holly Leaves blinked and suppressed a shudder at the thought of his tongue on her body. Carefully, she nodded.

Fallen Leaves looked down at her sopping wet fur and nodded. “You’re right… perhaps I️ could Help?”

Holly Leaves huffed at him though was unable to suppress her smile, batting at his muzzle. “It’s going to take forever to get this water out of my fur,” she pouted. Her fur was long so her complaint was valid.

Fallen Leaves let out loud, amused purrs as he kept the She-cat pinned beneath him in the shallows. He noticed some water dripping off of him and purposefully positioned himself so the drips would fall right on her nose. “You look more like a beaver than a cat!” The tom teased, sticking his tongue out at Holly Leaves.

Holly Leaves squealed with surprise and spluttered, pawing at his face from where she lay underneath him in the shallow water, both of their pelts completely soaked by now.

Fallen Leaves recoiled dramatically when the splash hit him full force, his chest and chin sopping wet. The Tom grew tired of mere splashing and escalated the war, dashing through the shallow water to tackle Holly Leaves into it with a ferocious, highly exaggerated caterwaul.

Holly Leaves spluttered as she was hit full in the face with water. “This means war,” she declared, slapping the water with a paw to send more water at him, grinning all the while.

Fallen Leaves gasped in surprise as he was suddenly covered in droplets of lake water, stumbling backwards dramatically and vowing revenge with his gaze. He used a forepaw of his own to return fire at the she-cat, a huge grin on his face.

Suddenly Holly Leaves grew a mischevious smirk and used her paws to splash water at him.

Fallen Leaves’ eyes widened as Holly Leaves padded into the water, but he was determined not to look scared to The she-cat. He grinned at the black-furred female and met her gaze challengingly as he walked into the water alongside her, shivering slightly as he stepped into the cold.

Holly Leaves smiled faintly at the orange-and-white tom, padding close to the water so that it lapped at her forepaws.

When they reached the edge of the forest before the earth became bare and slipped down to the water’s edge, Fallen Leaves finally caught up to Hollyleaf, offering the She-cat a soft smile. “I️ never thought I’d willingly go close to the water ever again,” The tom joked, glancing over at The she-cat who had saved him from drowning.

Holly Leaves made a conscious effort not to let her tail drag or to appear upset anymore, heading determinedly towards the lake.

Fallen Leaves blinked a little sadly when she turned from him, wondering what Holly Leaves had her mind on. It was putting a bit of a damper on the afternoon.