Hello Feline Friends

Violetpaw lay down and pulled Treepaw on top of her, somehow doing it smoothly enough that she didn't have to even pause the passionate kiss, moaning into his mouth.

Treepaw purred loudly into Violetpaw's mouth as he forced his tongue in aggressively, swirling it around hers as they kissed.

Violetpaw purred softly, but lifted his muzzle with her paw to claim his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss, closing her eyes in bliss.

Treepaw's signature smirk returned to his face at her suggestion. "Sounds good to me, Violetpaw." He quickly stepped forward, closing his eyes as he insistently lapped at the other apprentice's neck as their chest fur brushed together.

She gently nudged him. "Don't worry, she can't do that. This is only your second time battle training, and everyone makes mistakes. She's just prejudiced." Blinking at him, she then shook herself. "But let's not bother with that right now. We should do what we came out here to do." She grinned.

The smirk fell off of the other apprentice's face as she spoke. "Yeah," he mewed, pinning his ears back, "If it lasted much longer, Ripplefang would have personally seen to my exile."

Violetpaw stopped when he did, letting out a sigh of relief. "I thought that would never end. Honestly, it was so tedious."

Treepaw padded alongside Violetpaw into the forest, staying silent to keep up the ruse their mentors had fallen for. He waited until they were well out of hearing for the pair of warriors before he turned to her and smirked.

Violetpaw nimbly avoided most of the tom's blows, occasionally 'accidentally' letting him hit her. She only struck back occasionally, preferring to wear an opponent out before attacking. But she could barely wait for battle training, once so exciting and now seemingly tedious, to end. Finally, after what felt like days, it was finally over and Violetpaw got permission from their mentors for them to go 'hunt.'

Battle training progressed just as Treepaw had expected. Of course he'd been given Ripplefang for a mentor. The she-cat was the sternest warrior in the clan, and she had little patience for the mistakes he made while sparring with Violetpaw, yowling out commands and anger at the tom. He could hardly wait for this to end.

Violetpaw went hunting by herself as soon as she woke up that morning, and took her time about it, but it was still barely sun-high when she made it back with three mice and a pigeon, proof that waking up at dawn does not always have advantages. Lost for what to do next, she just wandered around camp until battle training with Treepaw, his mentor, and her own mentor.

Treepaw went about his daily duties like normal the next day, though as it dragged on and on he found himself hardly able to wait for battle training, after which he and Mallowpaw could probably sneak off and have a repeat of yesterday.

Violetpaw pouted when he left, gazing after him mournfully until he was out of sight. With a sigh, she got up and made her slow, reluctant way towards the camp.

Treepaw padded to her, licking her ear. "You don't have to be, though. Just think about i and we'll decide tomorrow." He began to pad back towards camp. "Gotta go learn to hunt." He rolled his eyes, padding towards the seemingly pointless lesson. "Seeya tonight!! And tomorrow."

She shuffled her paws uncomfortably. "I don't know...," she said I certainly, her ears flattening.

"You should be in control tomorrow, though." Treepaw quickly mewled the request as he watched her embarrassment grow. "I've always wanted to try it that way."

She smiled at him somewhat shyly, feeling her ears and cheeks go hot at the compliment. "Of course we can. I should be able to find some time pretty easily."

"I've done another she-cat before. A dumb kittypet from before I was a clan cat." He mewed, somewhat proud of himself for using the clan terminology. "You were far better. Can we do that again tomorrow?"

"What?" Violetpaw asked, licking the older tom's ear then nuzzling him affectionately, continuing to rub herself against him.

Treepaw stood motionlessly, happily letting Violetpaw rub herself all over him. "That was perfect..." He purred, nuzzling her. "Can I confess something to you?"

Violetpaw purred quietly, rubbing against him. "That was amazing, Treepaw. Remind me again why we haven't done that before," she joked.

Treepaw returned the occasional glances, waiting until she was done grooming herself to wind his body around hers, purring softly all the while.

Panting, Violetpaw eventually sat up and started to lick his cum off of her fur, he tail flicking behind her. Occasionally glancing up at him, she didn't stop until she didn't give a single hint of what had happened.

Treepaw groomed her shoulder affectionately as she stood, backing away to give her plenty of room to recombobulate herself after their intense round. He'd mated before, but that experience had paled in comparison to this one.

Spluttering a little, she tried to recover and attempted to give Treepaw a weak smile. "I-it's okay," she said quietly, rolling over onto her belly and attempting to get her breath back, her tail flicking weakly.