Dawn/Hunting patrol (Amberstorm till fox dies)

Tigerpelt led the way through the trees, hopping from stone to stone, tree to tree. He slowwed a little bit, letting Amberstorm and Smallflower catch up.

Smallflower sniffed along each tree. The scent of Iceclan, Thunderclan, and Fireclan still lingered. She stopped when the Deputy stopped, sitting down. "No sign of anything abnormal yet!"

Amberstorm nearly crashed into Tigerpelt. "What, you think we're turtles or something?" She purred quietly, as not to scare off the prey that they needed. Hearing what Smallflower had said, she copied the last word. "Yet." She meowed grimly.

Tigerpelt chuckled, laying his tail on Amberstorm's shoulder. "You aren't Turtles... You're slugs!" He teased.

Smallflower stood off in the back, ears pricked. She desided to give them some privecy, so she went off hunting. She dissapeared into the brush, leaving the two alone.

OOC: :3

Amberstorm snorted. "Slugs.... Very nice..." She didn't bother asking Smallflower where she was off to. "So, we should go check the WolfClan border, shouldn't we?" She suggested.

"Yes... Even if this isn't our perminent Territory..." He mewed, flicking his ears back and forth. "Shall we go onward?" He mewed, getting to his paws. The large tabby tom streached, holding back a yawn.

OOC: They have to confess soon.... But when?? -thinking face-

(Umm... Er... OHH! They find a fox on the border, and then they start chasing it off, and then they're wondering if they will survive, and then they confess. X3)
There was a nasty stench on the air. Fox. She didn't know why she hadn't scented it before. Suddenly, there was a rush of wind, and a fox leaped out from a bush and pinned her down. She struggled against it powerlessly. "Tigerpelt!"

Tigerpelt felt his pelt bristle as the bushes rustled. "Amberstorm!" He screeched, throwing himeself on the attacking fox. He bit down hard on it's ear, making the foul creature rear backwards. It fell ontop of the large tabby, making the Deputy gasp for breath as he struggled against the Fox. "Get off me, you mutt!" He howled, clawing at it with unsheathed claws.

OOC: M'kay!

Amberstorm gasped as she was released. "GRRA!" She screeched, landing on the fox's vunerable belly, and started to try and slash it to peices. "Tigerpelt, if you don't survive, I'm gonna shred myself!" She yowled over the noise.
(Say "Why?" in the next post. Please? :3)

Tigerpelt looked over at Amberstorm in confusion as he tried to push the fox off. "Why?" He panted, clawwing some more at the Fox.

OOC: Short! XD

"Because I love you, bee brain!" She yowled with difficulty, still trying to rip up this creature's stomach who was it's own dung. Or that's how it smelled, anyway.

OOC: Now can I burst in and save your lives?

(God no. :P Ugh.. FINE. XD But Nightstar didn't hear ANY of that.)

OOC: NO!

Tigerpelt was relieved. "I love you too, Amberstorm!" He yowled, finally pushing off the fox. The fox yelped, rearing back. It barked something in it's own language, and pelted off. "Well... That was... Fun?" He mewed, limping up to Amberstorm.

"Hah! Fun! I don't know when I've ever had less fun than that! Now, we better get back to camp... Put some stuff on that wound." She nodded, eyeing Tigerpelt's limp.

Tigerpelt nodded, sighing with relief. "Let's go then... And hope that Fox went into Wolfclan territory.."

Amberstorm nodded. "Those wolves will have no trouble dealing with a wounded, pissed off fox."
"So, where do you think Smallflower went? And I have another question... Are we mates or something now?"
(I just really wanted to use the word pissed. xP)

Tigerpelt looked in Amberstorm's eyes. "Yes, yes we are..." He mewed. "As for Smallflower... That I do not know..."

OOC: She is in the Kitting thread! XD She went back to camp for that! XD

"I'm pretty sure she's already arranged that with Nightstar." She meowed. "Um.. Have you noticed that she's been getting plump lately?" Amberstorm realized, looking back her her mate.
(And then after that the look at each other and then yell... OH SHIZ SHE'S KITTING! XD But not the shiz part.)

OOC: YOU CALLING MY MATE FAT IS SHOULD CLAW YOU PIECES AND LEAVE YOU FOR KIT BEDDING!!!!

"Yes... I have..." He mewed... Then it hit him. He turned to Amberstorm. "I think she's Kitting! We have to go!" He mewed, starting to limp back off to the Camp.

OOC: ROFL! XD

"Oh, fox-dung! Why didn't I realize my own friend was off to kit?!" She yowled, darting off back to camp.
(Post in the nursery next.)

OOC: kk