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Sunpulse had decided to give the day off to his apprentice, Coyotepaw. The shift in temperature was welcome, and the apprentice had been training a lot recently; he deserved some time to do as he pleased. And, truth be told, so did Sunpulse. Though he enjoyed his time training with Coyotepaw, being a mentor was exhausting, and he welcomed the chance to just... Be himself. Stretching as he rose from his nest in the warrior's den, the ginger tom glanced about for any familiar pelt amongst those still relaxing in the cool caverns of NightClan's camp. When he didn't pick out anything particularly interesting (no offence to anyone intended), he picked his way carefully to the den's entrance. Once outside, the smaller cavern opened up into a larger one, which was slightly warmer than that of the warrior's den. This was due, mostly, to the wider nature of this particular cave, and it's direct air exchange with the outside world. Greenleaf had been extremely warm this year, so much so that the warm air had started leaking into their cave home. Plodding his way over to the fresh kill pile, Sunpulse let his yellowy gaze wander around the surrounding caverns and the many cats within. Part of him was set on searching out Hazeheart. The tortoiseshell tom was by far one of Sunpulse's best friends, and he couldn't think of a time when he hadn't enjoyed the other tom's company. He paused in his search momentarily, blinking at the entrance to the nursery. He could just make out the small form of Echobreeze, who'd been moved to the nursery not too long ago. She was usually such a timid little thing, he found the look of determined longing written on her face to be somewhat... Out of place. He considered heading over there to make sure she was alright, and might have if something else hadn't captured his attention. The dark coated figure of his apprentice's warrior sister seemed to be headed in the direction of the fresh-kill pile herself. He straightened slightly, his interest immediately captured and all previous thoughts (sorry, Hazeheart!) erased. Picking up his pace, he trotted his way over to intercept, his confident pawsteps nearly silent against the familiar rock floor of the NightClan camp. Clearing his throat slightly, he called out to the NightClan she-cat, a grin plastered on his warm features. "Good morning Hollystorm, I hope you are well, on a day cool as this, a break from the spell." He paused a moment, glancing towards the fresh-kill pile. It wasn't necessarily low, but it never hurt to go out for more. "I'm heading to Branch Trail to scout out some prey, and wondered if you had plans on this particular day. If not, then perhaps you'd like to join in the fun, and head out with me to hunt in the sun?" He couldn't help the hopefulness he felt in that moment.

Fawn

[Fawn]

[smear:740089]Hollystorm[/smear:c53c52]
15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

You can't raise hell with a saint

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Just when she'd anticipated today being exhaustingly boring, NightClan's own personal beam of sunlight walked over, grinning like a handsome fool and rhyming his way into her heart. Hollystorm smiled back, tail twisting through the air with playful, serpentine movements, the she-cat stretching luxuriously as though she had to really consider whether or not she had the time.

Truth be told, she was bored and she had nothing to do this morning unless Dimstar assigned her a patrol, but she couldn't let Sunpulse know that, could she? Hollystorm had learned from her mother that playing hard to get was a good strategy to use—it just had to be done right. "Are you sure you aren't looking for Coyotepaw?"

Green eyes deep in color but light in mood, settled on the ginger tom's yellow ones. "But I suppose I can come along, if you really need the company."

It was wonderful to be treated like a warrior. Hollystorm had expected nothing less after Dimstar had honored her with the suffix of 'storm', but she still felt a small thrill of excitement over returning to her nest in the warriors den while her brothers were still stuck in the apprentices' den. A part of her, selfish and childish, wished they would take an extra moon to catch up with her; it wasn't that she didn't enjoy their company, it was that warriorhood felt like a solitary victory, not a group achievement. She wanted to enjoy the rush of pride and confidence for a little while longer. Until her thornbutt of a brother Bonepaw made his way into the den and found a way to make her life difficult.

But for now, he's just a 'paw. And still needs to ask permission to leave the camp. A smirk crossed the black feline's face, and suddenly the day felt a whole lot brighter with her rank put into perspective. She could leave whenever she wanted to, and whether that meant a beautiful morning stroll with Sunpulse or not, it was entirely up to her.

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Somebody gotta, gotta raise a little hell

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He couldn't help the way his smile only grew as Hollystorm turned to face him. She met him head on, bringing up her brother's name and leaving him to chuckle slightly. His orange tabby tail waved slowly behind him as his ears pivoted to listen to her words. Eventually, she seemed to agree to tagging along, but the way in which she conceded left many windows for him to return her playful and somewhat taunting replies. And he most certainly planned to return them; it showed in the fiery spark that lit behind his dim amber eyes. A thoughtful look crossed his features, the tom's paws crossing over one another as he sidestepped nonchalantly. His tail curved at its tip, remaining that way as a pensive sound left his throat. A dejected look soon replaced his thoughtful one, a nearly lamenting tone slipping into his voice as he lowered himself to a seated position. "Hollystorm, I must admit I was not forthright, indeed it was he whom I had in sight. But alas he is gone, nowhere to be found, leaving you in his place, second best to be crowned." Rising to his paws once more, he turned away from her. "If you find it within to forgive and forget, and do not hold on to too much upset, then still I extend my earlier offer; your company would be a true honour." He paused then, slowly glancing over his shoulder to properly draw her into his sights once more. But the sorrowful look that had been there was completely replaced by a devilish grin. The glint in his eyes reflected that smirk as he spoke up once more. "In the all-too familiar nursery favourite, I believe kits would exclaim 'Tag, you're it!'" With a sudden flick of his tail, he tapped her on the shoulder before springing to life. His frame was already headed to the Clan entrance, the streaking tom veering around a few alarmed Clan members here and there. He didn't hesitate as he hit the incline, his claws extending slightly to give him some grip on the dipped surface. He had soon crested the rise, screeching to a stop to peer back down into the camp to see if the black she-cat would meet his challenge or not. He just hoped she hadn't thought him serious back there. He'd approached Hollystorm because he wanted Hollystorm's company this morning. Not anyone else's.

Fawn

[Fawn]

[smear:740089]Hollystorm[/smear:c53c52]
15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

You can't raise hell with a saint

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"Hollystorm, I must admit I was not forthright, indeed it was he whom I had in sight. But alas he is gone, nowhere to be found, leaving you in his place, second best to be crowned."

Second best? Second best? Her eyes flared with a playful green fire, like sunlight through the leaves at the top of the trees, her pelt rippling as if to shake off the indignation. Her tone was a mixture of gleeful affront and haughty delight. "Second best? Oh you—"

Sunpulse tapped her tail, smirked like the NightClan cat he was (and great StarClan, did that make her heart flip over itself) and ran for the cavern entrance without the slightest bit of hesitation. "Tag, you're it!"

"Oh you've sang your last song, Finch!" Hollystorm called back, laughing. "Just wait until I get my claws on you!" Finally, some real fun in this place. She didn't give a rat's tail who saw them as she charged up the slope, unsheathing her back claws for added grip as she made Sunpulse her target, smirking at the handsome ginger tabby as if he were a piece of prey.

She'd let that comment go about being 'second best' to her brother Coyotepaw; they both knew that wasn't true. If he'd really meant it, however, apart from her father and his criticisms, Sunpulse could easily be the only cat that could get under his skin.

Hollystorm didn't know when it had happened, but Sunpulse's opinion mattered to her. It mattered a lot. It mattered to her more than Bonepaw's, though the opinions of a half-eaten frog mattered more to her than her brother's snarky, put-down commentary. She caught a glance of Blackwolf's bicolored eyes watching her as she passed by, but Hollystorm felt a spark of rebellion, not caring if he approved or disapproved. Waving her tail high like a banner, she made to tap him on the shoulder with her paw as she shot past, calling in a laughing purr.
"Tag, you're it. Think you can keep up, Sunshine?"

Oh she had a dozen nicknames for this cat, and they all came to her so easily. If that wasn't a sign of fondness, Hollystorm didn't know what was. Let's try not to make this too obvious, Hollystorm. You're not a silly apprentice with a crush. She wanted to make sure Sunpulse saw her as a warrior, and not someone younger and more immature than him, even if there were a few moons' difference between them.

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Have you ever done something, and then immediately afterwards regretted doing so? Sunpulse felt that sudden bloom of regret the moment he chose to stop in his running path. Luckily, there was no dire consequence to worsen said regret. No consequence save for the streak of black fur that suddenly exploded from the NightClan camp entrance. A single paw flashed out to prod him in the shoulder as the she-cat behind the blur of movement called out to him with glee. When the alarm on his features fizzled out, the grin returned and his muscles bunched as he prepared himself to give chase. His heart hammered in his chest as he unleashed the energy dancing in his paws, the ginger tom springing forth like a crack of lightning across a storm-darkened sky. Her words still rung in his ears, flashing between the two nicknames she'd given him in the span of a pawfull of minutes. Finch made his heart sing, as though it were desperate to be the bird calling out to her. And Sunshine.. It was strange, for that one was closer to his actual name, yet hearing her call him that? It made him want to be the light in her life. When had that began? Through some unknown force, Hollystorm had found a way to saunter into his mind and stake her claim there. Even when he was training with Coyotepaw, he couldn't stop his mind from wondering about just what Hollystorm was doing in that moment. Was that strange? Her brother was his apprentice. She was several moons younger than he was. And yet... He didn't see her like that. He saw her as his equal; in his eyes, she'd proven herself a competent warrior against the fox, even though she'd been an apprentice at the time. She'd been brought to his attention during that battle, and hadn't released him since. He'd watched her grow throughout her apprenticeship to the intelligent young warrior she was now. And he realized just how much he enjoyed her company. He was just worried he might come off as odd to her. But he couldn't help it! Shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind, he pushed himself forward, willing himself to move faster. She was quick, and keeping up with someone quick was difficult, never mind catching up to someone quick. But perhaps determination would work in his favour today. His stride lengthened, distance between the two closing ever so slowly as the pair tore across NightClan's territory. There was barely enough time to evaluate the best place to step, considering the break-neck speed with which they moved. Her tail streamed out behind her, just out of his reach, but he had his sight set on it. Gathering what air he could spare, he called out against the whistling wind. "You are quick, I will admit, but I do declare that now you're..." Lunging, he managed to poke her in the flank with his nose, before calling out his final word. "IT!" Slamming on the brakes once more, Sunpulse's momentum came to a sudden halt. His sides heaved from the sprint that he and Hollystorm had taken, yet he didn't mind the breathlessness, nor did he mind the slight stiffness he could feel creeping into his muscles. He waited for the she-cat to round on him, before dropping into a playfully defensive pose. His tail flicked behind him, as though beckoning her forward, daring her to make her next move. "I do believe that was your cue, show me what you're going to do." And all the while, he flashed her an elated grin.

Fawn

[Fawn]

[smear:740089]Hollystorm[/smear:c53c52]
15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

You can't raise hell with a saint

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Great StarClan, he was fast! Racing after her like a shooting star, Hollystorm leaped nimbly over a fallen log, glancing over one dark shoulder to see him clear it with ease. Hollystorm grinned, sides heaving when they finally slowed down. Maybe she'd underestimated him? After all, he'd been a warrior for a little longer—and just maybe was a little bit stronger than she was.

Not the kind of cat to admit defeat, the second he nudged her flank with his nose, she whirled on him like he'd anticipated. Hollystorm laughed, seeing that playful posture as if they were a couple of apprentices frolicking in the sunlight. What was she going to do? She was going to pin him down and nip at his ears until he found a word that rhymed with 'uncle'.

Mimicking his stance, leaf-green eyes looked him up and down, looking for a weakness, looking for something to exploit—no matter how small. In a surge of playfulness, Hollystorm let her face go slack, gasping and taking a step back as though she had spotted something dreadful over the sunny tom's shoulder.
"Do you see what I see?! Sunpulse, quick—!"

In that moment, it didn't matter if he fell for it or not. She was having fun. Real fun. Hollystorm considered herself a popular cat, but the ones she'd considered her friends were often busy, or they wouldn't be interested in chasing each other through the forest like they were all still in the apprentices' den. But Sunpulse didn't mind. She appreciated it more than could be put into words.

It was hot out, but Hollystorm didn't care. Besides, they could always wade in the ambush pond later, give themselves a chance to cool down.

Hollystorm watched keenly, haunches twitching in preparation to leap at him as soon as he looked away. Her heart beat like a summer storm, down-pouring, and she had to fight to keep her face still or else she'd start grinning like a fool again.

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Keen, deep amber eyes had been fixed on the black she-cat before him. He knew that she was mischievous, and he knew she would seize any opportunity she could to turn the tables once more. His ears were pressed forward, listening to her laboured breath, which nearly matched his in rhythm. He was the picture of an attentive (albeit playful) hunter, and Hollystorm was the prey that demanded all his focus. Of course, there was one major problem with the previous analogy; Hollystorm was much, much more intelligent than any prey animal you might find wandering the valley home of the five Clans. When his ebony companion's face suddenly went slack, Sunpulse's head popped up in alarm. Her gasp matched the look of surprise and horror painted on her features, and for a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat. Turning tail as rapidly as he could manage, the ginger tabby tom wasn't sure what to expect on his search behind him. One thing was for sure; he most certainly was not expecting to find nothing. Blinking in momentary confusion at the complete lack of anything situated before him, the NightClan warrior began turning back to fix the younger warrior with a rather puzzled stare. Then, it hit him. Or rather... She hit him. With a startled huff of the word "Oof!", the ginger tabby went down in a tangle of limbs. The ground pressed against his flank, then back as he rolled, the world a dizzying mess of colors and sounds for a good few heartbeats. He might have been more worried had his nose not been flooded with a singular, extremely familiar scent: Hollystorm. When his tumbling path finally ceased, the rhyming tom found himself face to face with the black she-cat that had 'attacked' him not more than a pawful of heartbeats before. His forepaws were tucked up against his chest, while his hind paws hung in the air, suspended by the muscles in his haunches as he blinked the alarm from his eyes. He took a moment to simply study the face of the she-cat currently pinning him down, an almost thoughtful air to his features. If she were to ask him what was on his mind, he'd come up with some excuse revolved around contemplating his next move. The truth? It was far too easy to admire her beauty from where he lay. Oh Sunpulse, what will we ever do with you? With every moment, these thoughts return anew. He thought to himself. A grin soon cracked his features as the ginger tom stared up at her. His head tipped to the side just so, an ear flicking away a touch of dirt that had clung desperately to its tip throughout the tumble. "So I see the game has changed once more, and a shift in tactics is thus called for. If dirty is the style in which you choose to play... Then allow me to catch up without more delay!" With that, his left forepaw and hind paw swept out simultaneously, hooking her corresponding right forepaw and hind paw. One swift tug, and her balance was thrown to once side, allowing Sunpulse to roll with the falling she-cat. Before long, he had her pinned down, the playful glint shining bright in his eyes. "And here again do we stand, awaiting your next move, oh so grand.~"

Fawn They're basically Simba and Nala XD

[Fawn]

15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes

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She didn't get as much time as she wanted to gloat over her successful pounce, no sooner had she pinned him down then he'd given her a look that almost froze her in place. Suddenly, Hollystorm felt as if a hundred butterflies had been released in her stomach all at once. When it came to the looks toms gave her, yes she'd caught a few admiring stares at the last Gathering she'd been to, and once or twice she'd had a tom clear his throat and ask her to go hunting with him. But they'd never given her a look like the one Sunpulse was giving her—or maybe she just liked it better when it was him and no one else?

Great StarClan, love is confusing. Wait, had she really just thought that?
With a warning that came in rhyming form, Sunpulse hooked two of her limbs with his and flipped her over with enough ease as to offend her pride. Oh I'm getting you back for this, Sunshine. Maybe not right this minute, but I will. Right this minute, as a matter of fact, all her cheeky words and sassy comebacks were a little slow to form. Ah, now she had one.

He had a light shining his eyes, and she couldn't stop looking at it. That's what he was, wasn't he? In NightClan, he was like their own personal sunbeam, both in mood and in coloring. There were probably other ginger warriors in NightClan — but right now, Hollystorm couldn't think of a single one other than him. With a grin spreading across her dark-furred face, Hollystorm considered her next move, purring. Oh so grand, huh? She could think of only a few things that would fit the word 'grand', and none of them involved putting her back feet right into his stomach and kicking him free (gently)—like she should've done.

"I don't have any more moves, but I do have something you won't wanna miss." Hollystorm began, rhyming slowly but with certainty, finding the right words as the playful fire flared strongly in her eyes. She leaned up and licked his cheek, purring louder. "Surprise surprise, Sunshine. I just gave you a kiss."

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Let me show you my true colors
It ain't your rainbow

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If you were to ask him what he was feeling in that moment, he'd be certain of his response; surprise. If you were to ask him what about the situation had surprised him most? He'd be at a loss for words. On one paw, he'd witnessed the black she-cat rhyme her speech pattern, just like him. He could hear the thought process behind her words, but he understood the slight hesitation. He did it every day of his life; it was no easy task. He found himself pleasantly surprised by her choice in words. And on the other paw? The black she-cat had just reached up to promptly lick his cheek. The alarm was back in his eyes, those deep amber orbs stretched wide. If you were to ask him if he were displeased with it, however? He'd immediately answer no. He just... Didn't quite know how he was supposed to react. Was she just playing? Teasing? Or did she feel the same fluttering in her chest when it came to him? He had no way of knowing which of the two was the answer to his questions; all he could tell you was he was really hoping that she did feel the same way about him as he did about her. Until the mystery was solved, he figured the best way to go? Continue making her laugh. With a sudden gasp, he bounced away from her, staggering slightly (if not a little dramatically). Pulling as much mock-horror as he could into his voice, he let himself sway to and fro. "Your strength... Is too much... For me to bear... Oh, cruel, cruel world... How you are unfair!" Slowly, his haunches dropped down into a sit, the ginger tabby's body twisting as he lowered himself toward the ground, as though he were fighting some unseen force determined to pull him down. "You may have bested me this time, oh fairest queen... But beware consequences that loom unforeseen! I will return to exact my revenge so sweet, upon the next time that we two meet." And with that? He let his body collapse to the ground below, his tongue lolling out comedically as he rolled his eyes back moments before closing them. Purposely shuddering his breath, he let loose one final exhale, mixed with a slight groan, before holding his breath in the most valiant effort at 'playing dead' he'd ever given. How long would he last? Well, evidently not very long, for a pawful of heartbeats later, he found himself laughing uncontrollably, reaching out to prod her with one of his paws.

Fawn

[Fawn]

15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes

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Hollystorm laughed. Any other cat who tried something so silly (and while rhyming, might she add) would have earned a different kind of laughter from her, but when Sunpulse did it, it was charming. It lightened the mood, the storm of butterflies in her belly turning frantic. "Oh fairest queen. I like that much better than 'second best'." Feeling more than alive, Hollystorm stretched in the sunlight, highly pleased with herself over the cheek-lick going over so well. Did he think she was just playing? That it had just been part of the game? Good, then we can keep this up for a little while longer.

Playing this 'game' of theirs, the flirting, that was as much a part of the fun as the actual silliness was.
"I think we should catch some prey before a patrol finds us rolling around in the grass like a couple of kits," the black she-cat suggested, ear flicking as a fly buzzed near her face before she swatted it away with a feathery tail. "Want to make it a challenge? Loser has to do a favor for the winner." Hollystorm knew what to ask for, in case she won.

He rhymes so well, I think he can manage a little poem about me~ Call it vanity, call it her ego taking the reins, but Hollystorm was delighted by that idea. Determination to win flared up strong in her heart, and her green eyes glimmered as she paused a moment to tidy herself up before the competition started. Assuming he accepted her wager, of course. Sunpulse was so much fun, how could he possibly refuse?

A hot breeze ruffled her inky pelt, and Hollystorm caught the scent of squirrel coming from the direction of the black pines. That would be a nice break from their steady diet of frog, to be sure. It was shadier and probably more plentiful (food-wise) in TreeClan, but NightClan's black pine forest had its share of good things to offer too. Squirrel-hunting was a far cry from Hollystorm's specialty, but that just made the challenge an actual challenge.

Feeling good, feeling a boost of energy that Sunpulse had a lot to do with, Hollystorm's claws flexed in their sheathes. She could do this. And then she'd make him sing like a finch. I hope he can find something that rhymes with 'storm. He was going to need it. Throwing a mischievous smile his way, Hollystorm awaited the tom's sing-song answer.

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Let me show you my true colors
It ain't your rainbow

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His chuckling continued as the black she-cat joined in, the orange tom rolling away from her and onto his back. The end goal of said roll was that his flailing paws would be clear of the she-cat while he hauled himself back to his paws. Peering at her mid-stand, he flashed her one of his winning smiles, pausing to give his pelt a shake before allowing his lilting voice to fill the space following her admission of preferring the name 'queen' to his earlier playful 'insult'. "Back then, I sought to tease, and now I seek to please~ As I work to gain your trust, adjusting my name calling is a must~"

Though he knew she was absolutely right with her next words, the sun-colored tabby couldn't help but feel disappointed as Hollystorm brought up their need to actually hunt. He felt as though he could have gone on with their little dance for an eternity. There was no one in the Clan that made him feel quite like Hollystorm did; not even the joy he felt spending time with his best friend Hazeheart could match up to what he felt with the ebony pelted warrioress before him, as she considered him with her glimmering, mischief-filled eyes.

Her terms, however, did help to... Liven up the competition. His dull amber eyes took on that playful, burning look again as he narrowed them thoughtfully. For a moment, he looked her up and down, as though assessing his competition. The tip of his tail twitched just so as he seemed to come to a conclusion. His claws pricked at the ground, the NightClan warrior allowing himself a brief stretch before parting his jaws to scent the air. The same scent of squirrel she'd noticed previously wafted over his tongue, drawing his eyes to the direction of the Black Pines.

"A fascinating proposition you provide, one from which I cannot hide. I accept your friendly competition, and hope you've prepared your speech of submission. To your terrain of choice, do lead the way, and tell me how long we have to hunt our prey." The details of their playful confrontation would be determined on the walk to Hollystorm's chosen terrain. All that she'd needed to know then was that he had accepted her challenge; oh, how she had a knack for making things far more interesting. Their morning hunt had turned into a game of tag and a hunting competition. Why didn't all patrols take such glorious turns?

Now... He just had to figure out what favour he'd asked of her when he won.

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Notes:

I got that sunshine in my pocket, I got that good soul in my feet
I feel that hot blood in my body when it drops

[Fawn]

15 Moons. She-Cat. NightClan.

No I won't apologize for the fire in my eyes

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"How about~" Her voice trailed off on a sing-song note as she considered the best places to hunt. With a rebellious flame of protest, Hollystorm realized they should probably split up; he's going to distract me too much otherwise. And I don't want to lose. "I'll take the muddy pools, aren't I generous?" She tapped his golden tabby pelt with a sweep of her feathery tail, enjoying the sharp contrast between his bright fur and her own pitch black. It would be wise to head to the branch trail; birds were usually out this time of day, not to mention trampling through the black woods might damage the herbs Smokefur needed later.

Sunpulse was more than smart enough to figure that out, so she didn't drop any hints or tell him where to go. "Meet again at sunhigh? Whoever catches the most prey wins." Then they could return to camp with their prey, and cool off in the comfort of NightClan's camp; no cat could accuse them of being lazy.

Hollystorm's green eyes raised to the sun, pupils narrowing to let in less of the brightening light. She would be careful, in this heat. Frequent breaks. It was a blessing that NightClan's territory was well-shaded; plenty of hidden places to hide or seek a few moments' solace under some ferns or bracken.

"Good luck, Sunshine," she mewed, brushing past him to make her way towards the muddy pools. They'd be more mud than pool this time of year, but she relished the challenge. The flies, not so much... Why did I pick this place? Because she didn't want to see Sunpulse's pelt all dirtied up with mud.

How stupid! He was a warrior, of course warriors got dirty—but Hollystorm couldn't bring herself to switch places with him. She... Liked the way the sunlight hit his fur too much. Like a pure, fiery gold, illuminating each stripe.

This is absolutely the reason why we split up. Hollystorm bared her teeth in a little smile. Good luck, Finch. You're going to need it.

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Let me show you my true colors
It ain't your rainbow

Word Count: 350 Words
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Notes: Want to randomize their results to see who wins?