Private All I wanted was you || Barbie

[cinderpaw. cinderpaw.]

Was this really the third time they've met like this? Or the fourth... Cinderpaw had lost count. How easy was it to forget a face... One that kept returning... For him. At least, that's what the albino thought. He had veered from Cherrydawn again, for the umpteenth time- and he was surprised that he had not yet been caught. But.. chasing prey, he had to bring something back, right? Of course. And... Cherrydawn trusted him.

He did have some time before she would come looking for him... And by then, perhaps he would obtain a new fresh kill to say something like- 'ah, it was a tricky one!' And cover it up.

The bird was still warm in his jaws, the kill fresh- Cherrydawn scent was not near, and his pink eyes had spotted her pelt. She wandered so close, so often, it was like she was looking for him. "We gotta stop meeting like this," he teased her gently, pink eyes bright as he jumped down from the tree branches, setting the bird down in front of his friend. "Just caught it... It's for you." He purred, his pale tail lifting above him.

@barbie

cinderpaw - 7 moons - skyclan apprentice - mentored by cherry

 

[barbie]

Barbie knows why she comes back - the reason is clutched between his teeth, its still warm blood dribbling from his lips. She thinks in some way, she could truly learn to like the stranger (though she should truly stop considering him as much.) But ultimately, with snow threatening to fall any day now, the young moggy knows that they cannot bother with love and infatuation. Not only does her own stomach churn with the sight of fresh prey, but she knows that there are maws at home depending on her to bring something good back. Not some skinny rat or half-picked roadkill. Something worth it.

"Don't say that," she murmurs, nearly a whine as she picks up her pace to meet Cinderpaw. The tortoiseshell eyes up the bird he has, but eventually brings her own gaze to his, huffing a similarly toned, "I'd miss this. Planning our meetings would ruin what we have, I think," and ending these visits is not an option. Ratfish and Tick Tock - and many more - need this. Barbie plays up her affinity for the pale furred tom, creasing the corners of her eyes with a smile, "It's good to see you again, Cinder."

The bird is placed down, and she nearly drools at the sight of it. A gift - another one. Barbie is grateful, truly, but in a way she doesn't think he'd understand. "You've got to show me how you catch things like this," she insists. After all, the tom fell straight from the heavens. A nearly true fallen angel, if she believed in any of that. Maybe if she could garner some of his skill, she wouldn't have to worry about finding him on odd days. It doesn't hurt to think about never seeing him again if it means her belly is full.