Run Away Bravely (Stormwind)

“And proud of it!” Breezepelt Retorted, pouncing on the female after playfighting for a moment.

Cinderheart snorted. “Defenseless? You’re about as defenseless as a fox.” She batted his paw away with her own.

“Like trapping a poor defenseless tom under all that extra fluff all afternoon?” Retorted Breezepelt playfully, continuing to bat at her muzzle while she bit at his paw.

Cinderheart playfully snapped at his paw. “So rude,” she sniffed.

“My point exactly,” Replied the tom, bopping Cinderheart playfully on the nose.

Cinderheart gave him a bemused stare. “You don’t even like squirrel,” she pointed out dryly.

“I wouldn’t think of missing this- unless somebody offered me a squirrel, that is.” Breezepelt Teased back, looking over the water.

Cinderheart returned the smile. “I almost thought you weren’t going to come,” she teased lightly.

Breezepelt soon joined her. The spot was behind a drop off of several tail lengths, meaning they were hidden from view from the camp and had a view of the water, as low as that may be at the moment. The tom smiled a friendly smile at Cinderheart, purring as he sat beside her.

That night, Cinderheart waited for Breezepelt in the spot by the lake that they always met at.

(Works for me :3 )

(Skip to that night? And then they mate :3)

Breezepelt smirked smugly back up at Cinderheart, getting as comfortable as he could beneath the female warrior.

Cinderheart directed a grin down at him, flicking her tail.

Breezepelt laid his head back with a sigh, accepting he wasn’t getting out from under the She-cat until she let him.

Cinderheart shifted her paws away from his muzzle. “Is too fair,” she sniffed faux-snootily.

“Not fair!” Breezepelt whined playfully, nipping at the she-cat’s paws as she settled atop him.

(Have to shower brb)

Cinderheart pretended to think it over for a few moments. “Hmm.” She settles more comfortably on top of him. “Nah.”

“Then let me up!” Breezepelt retorted playfully, his paw still up in the air but not swinging at The she-cat.

Cinderheart swatted at his paw. “Stop that,” she pouted.

Breezepelt knew she would have done it anyways, but still smirked as if he’d just won a great battle. “I take back what I said about the fleas,” he purred softly, pawing at Cinderheart’s muzzle as she remained above him.

Cinderheart blinked st him bemusedly, not seeing how that was a reward when she wouldn’t done it anyway if he just asked. She shrugged finally. “Sure.”

Breezepelt purred, batting gently upwards at Cinderheart after a few heartbeats. “You could always meet me tonight, in the usual spot.” The Black tom suggested, looking affectionately up at his friend.

Cinderheart sulked slightly, unable to think of anything. "I don't know," she muttered reluctantly, unwilling to admit that she hadn't thought of it.

Breezepelt looked smugly up at Cinderheart, waiting for either a punishment if he refused to take it back or a reward if he did.