We’re On An Adventure (Stormwind)

“Lady!” Newton mewled, trying to nudge his friend awake with wide eyes.

Lady didn’t wake up even when the cold breeze ruffled her fur, merely shivering and trying to snuggle closer to Newton.

When Newton awoke, he kept his eyes shut tightly, not wanting to wake up and face another long day of walking just yet. He felt Lady’s warmth, her pelt still pressed tightly to his. However, when a cold breeze blew over their bodies suddenly, the Tom’s eyes shot wide open.

Lady drifted off into sleep.

Newton purred out a quiet “Goodnight,” closing his own eyes as he snuggled in closer and got comfortable in the nest before drifting off to sleep.

Lady stopped wriggling around once he let go of her scruff, burrowing into his fur and closing her eyes with a yawn.

“Calm down,” grunted Newton teasingly, letting go of his friend’s scruff but keeping his forepaws around her, holding Lady close to share warmth with her in the decently-padded nest they shared.

Lady huffed at him, wiggling slightly as the tom kept a hold of her scruff.

Newton maintained his grip on his friend even as she weighed around and batted at his paws, purring as he held her close.

Lady squawked slightly, batting at his paw.

Newton didn’t reply to that immediately, pressing his nose into the fur on the back of the She-cat’s neck instead. “Whatever,” he finally replied, gently nipping at Lady’s scruff.

Lady huffed at him, though it was slightly more playfully. “You didn’t warn me before dragging me.”

Newton scoffed at the unhappy sound Lady made and the way it contrasted with her pressing close to him. “Careful,” teased the tom, a slight grin crossing his face, “you almost let it slip how much you detest me.”

Lady made a faintly disgruntled sound but snuggled into his fur.

Newton slumped into the nest, using his forepaws to drag Lady across it until she was snuggled up with him.

Lady nodded in agreement. "There is that," she sighed.

Newton, too, was disappointed when the bird flesh ran out. Setting to work disposing of The bones, the gray tom mewled “At least it tastes better than the twoleg food did.”

The bird was gone all too soon and Lady let out a slightly disappointed sigh before starting to clean her muzzle and paws.

Newton took another bite immediately, his muzzle brushing against Lady’s as he ate hungrily.

Lady chewed and swallowed her previous bite then took another one.

Newton obliged Lady this time, eagerly taking his first bite and then pushing it back to Lady. The tom then settled at her side so they didn’t have to keep scooting the bird back and forth.

Lady took a bite of the bird and then pushed it back to her friend, waiting for him to take a bite before she took another.

“I’ve got food, too,” Mewed Newton, pushing the bird carcass towards Lady with one of his forepaws.

Once they finished the nest, Lady eyed it with satisfaction.

Newton was able to catch a bird, the tom beginning to pluck the feathers off and push those into the nest as well.