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Sandstrike watched, piercing blue gaze alert, as Lionsong sprung onto the small bird. It let out a surprised squawk before falling limp. Though the sandy-furred warrior hadn't caught it himself, he couldn't help feeling a purr rising in his throat. They had caught prey for the clan.
Beaming at the golden tabby she-cat, he couldn't help admiring her hunting skills, "Great catch!"
He noticed her pleased smile, but was surprised when she dropped the bird at his paws, "You saw it you can claim it."
A little shy at her kind offer, he pushed it back towards her, "No, you caught it. It’s rightfully yours,"
A little unsure of what to say, he stepped back a little, shifting from side to side a little. They were lucky to have caught this, but the question was, would they catch anything else?
Anything in the area would have been alerted of their presence by the bird’s loud squawking and would have scattered. Where would I go if I was a mouse?
Sandstrike couldn’t help but notice a tangle of bramble tendrils in the corner of the clearing. He smiled, that would be the perfect place for a mouse to hide; protected by the sharp thorns and leaves.
He padded over to investigate and tilting his head to one side, he peered through the tangle of leaves and thorns. There was definitely the scent of a mouse, fresh, but it was gone now.
His heart sank; it looked like there would be no mouse to add to their bird. It would be impossible to track a mouse through the snowy forest as the white stuff had dampened all the scents.
He returned to Lionsong and flicked his tail in the direction of the bramble tendrils, "It seems there was a mouse there, quite recently as well, but it’s gone now."
The sandy-coloured tom glanced over his shoulder at the tangle of brambles again, in the hope of catching a glimpse of a small brown-furred creature, but no luck.

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She watched as his heart sank as did her own, the bird had ruined their chances to find more prey, but it wouldn't ruin being out of camp without worrying about her sister.

"We can bury this little guy and look for more over the ridge, but I doubt we will get anything else, that bird was really loud. " Lionsong paused for a moment before thinking of another idea. "We don't have to waste our time and we can go check on NightClan's border so we do more than just bring back a tiny bird." Lionsong thought aloud her eyes looking back toward the bramble where Sandstrike had just looked.

Lionsong didn't want to leave and go back to camp just yet, she wanted to get to know the handsome warrior better, even if they had to walk the entire territory she wanted to know him.

She flushed slightly feeling a little overwhelmed by her desire to get to know the handsome warrior, but she didn't deny herself that she fancied him, it was fun to feel that kind of rush.

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"We can bury this little guy and look for more over the ridge, but I doubt we will get anything else, that bird was really loud."
Sandstrike nodded, piercing blue gaze falling back down to the limp body of the bird, "I'll do the honours," he meowed, stepping forward and picking up the bird in his jaws. Being careful not to pierce the bird's flesh with his sharp teeth, he began to dig a small pit.
Once satisfied with the depth, he placed the bird into the small hole. Using the dirt collected from the digging, he covered up the body before placing a small leave on top of the pile of dirt to make it easier to find.
"There, done."
"We don't have to waste our time and we can go check on NightClan's border so we do more than just bring back a tiny bird."
"Yes, that’s a good idea," Sandstrike agreed, "Hopefully those mangy prey stealers haven’t been stealing more of our prey," he added, his voice a low growl.
He still couldn’t believe that NightClan had been stealing their prey! TreeClan were struggling as it were and this just added to the difficulties.
If I were leader, I would’ve already attacked them. They wouldn’t know what hit them! We’d never have trouble with NightClan again.
He glanced sideways at Lionsong and smiled warmly. It was strange how until today, he had failed to notice, how, how... beautiful she was.

[Hellion]

Lionsong purred softly, enjoying the fact that he too shared her feelings toward NightClan. While she understood why Lionstar hadn't attacked NightClan outright, she still felt cheated by the frog-eaters and wanted nothing more than to feel a few of their pelts in her claws.

They set course toward the border and she kept her pace even with his, her golden belt meshing just a little with his, a warm feeling in her tabby markings.

It was silent for a little while as they walked but there were questions buzzing in her head but the she-cat hadn't known where to start, would it be wise to ask him why he didn't have a mate, or outright ask him if he did. That was a question Lionsong wanted to make, was this sandy colored warrior spoken for? If he was the tabby she-cat would excuse herself quickly tuck her tail under her and turn away, never in her life time would she allow herself to be the reason for relationship to break up. However, how would she go about asking if he did in fact have a mate? For the better part of her warrior moons, the she-cat hadn't spent much time int he social light of everything TreeClan, but if she were to continue with Sandstrike the way she as it was important she ask soon.

"So, um, Sandstrike. I was wondering how is your mate doing?"' She asked softly, flicking her tail as the terrain changed to that closer to the border but a few tail lengths away, she slowed down. As the question left her maw he heart raced but she tired her best to keep herself in check.

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Sandstrike’s heart stopped, She thinks I have a mate? Staring at her a little blankly, he stammered, "M-my mate?" pulling himself together, he smiled warmly at Lionsong, "I don’t have a mate."
The thought of sharing a nest with Lionsong suddenly popped into his mind. Does she have a mate? The thought troubled him a little.
He wouldn’t lie, he liked the golden tabby she-cat. Quite a lot really. What if she already has a mate?
Sandstrike glanced at her briefly, Maybe thinks of me just as a friend? Another voice inside his mind told him they were just friends anyway, but deep down he hoped that maybe one day they would be more than friends?
He had never felt this way before, not about anything or anyone. It was all new to him.
"So," he began, breaking the silence, "You have a mate then?"
The casual meow he had attempted to make had completely failed him. Feeling a little embarrassed at his eager mew, he lowered his head a little and returned to searching for any signs of prey.

[Hellion]

He didn't have a mate!
Joy flushed inside the golden she-cat as she nearly jumped with joy but flicked her tail happily in equal contentment. It was hard not to seem over eager to know that Sandstrike didn't have a she-cat to go back to. It would be that much easier to like the tom, knowing that there was room for them to grow to mutually love each other, but that might possibly take a little more time. Lionsong knew she didn't love him, it was a strong attraction toward him, but with how kind and warm to her and deep within her heart she knew that one day they might grow to love each other.

However, her ears twitched at his words and she paused mid stride. He was asking if she had a mate. She gave a soft giggle and shook her head. "I don't have a mate silly, but I do like someone." She purred and flicked her tail as a cold shiver went up her spine. "I think that you and I should head back to camp and into the warrior's den. I need some more body heat." She purred with a faint giggle and blush, flicking her tail before turning quickly and heading back towards camp.

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She doesn’t have a mate! Sandstrike thought gleefully, but then the second part of her sentence sunk in. ” but I do like someone”
She likes someone, his heart felt a little heavier in his chest, But perhaps it’s... His thoughts trailed off. It couldn’t be him. Why would a beautiful, strong she-cat like a warrior like him?
"I think that you and I should head back to camp and into the warrior's den. I need some more body heat." Lionsong mewed playfully.
The sandy-furred tom smiled warmly; had he been human, he probably would’ve blushed, but he wasn’t so couldn’t express his feelings by doing so, "I think I could help you with that," he offered; the warrior wasn't going to turn down the offer of warmth and more time with Lionsong.
With a flick of his tail, he followed the golden tabby she-cat back towards camp; heart racing, partly from the pace that they kept up, but mainly from emotion.
Had he been told several moons earlier that he would be so keen to spend time with a she-cat all of all cats, he would've just laughed and told them they were crazy.
Sandstrike glanced sideways briefly at Lionsong, piercing blue eyes warm, despite the sub-zero tempertatures.
Perhaps they could become more than just friends?

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