but maybe it is (owlcall)

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Shallow breathing could be heard between the two sleeping warriors. There small bodies layed curled to each other, using each other for the warmth, and comfort they both needed. Tallwhiskers knew he was in love with Owlcall. Just the question of whether or not he was in love with Sootfire was the question. Just everything they went through as an apprentice together was to much for him. Her sacrificed so much, only to be left in the dirt when the time came. He suffered through the times where Sootfire would ramble about being leader, where she would dream of the day she would stand on Highrock and lead her clan into better times than they were now. He snorted at her for the idea. All he wanted was to settle down with her, have a family young so she could achieve her dreams. He was infuriated, and ran off to the camp, blinded by his fury, he tripped entering camp, and fell, breaking his paw. Luckily, it was a clean break and Fogheart could set it, and luckily, he could go on with his warriors duties. He was thankful for that, and he was sure, so was Sootpaw, well.. at least he thought she was.

Tallwhiskers rumbled awake with a cough, and rolled away from Owlcall as to not to disturb her. His bright amber eyes looked to the pretty tabby, his eyes trailing over her body. Analyzing every inch of her body. Taking in the way she was, her tabby stripes, her pretty face. Everything. Tallwhiskers smiled, and rose from where he rolled to, and padded softly to her. Bright pink, raspy tongue licked her forehead, and he walked off to find some breakfast. Deciding on the tree in the far left corner, he easily scaled it, sitting on a branch, he looked over the clearing. Maybe this is what the leaders felt like. Maybe this is what Sootfire craved. His eyes trailed to the Great Rock where the leaders stood, Nightstar, Lynxstar, Froststar, and Shadestar. He smiled. He could maybe.. just maybe.. see what Sootfire wanted in being a leader. He could feel the power emanating from beneath his pelt.

Tallwhiskers didn't pay this any mind as he moved fluently through the tree. Paws like a river, fluid and swift, danced across the bark, sometimes the splinters would stick up and poke his paws, and he'd howl in a cuss, for the sake of the sleeping Owlcall far below him. Once he was sure she was sleeping, he continued on with his hunt, along the way, he had caught a squirrel, thrush, mouse, and a finch. Tallwhiskers carefully climbed down, hoping from branch to branch until he reached the bottom. His prey he dropped, laying in a scattered pile, was somewhat neat and organized, but wasn't really. He took each piece and put it into a neat pile. Time to wake up Owlcall. He thought with a sappy smile on his face. Tallwhiskers walked over to her, and curled up beside her, licking her ear and nudging her paws, Owlcall. Time to wake up, I caught breakfast.

[/color] He said, looking at her, waiting to see the beautiful green eye's he'd come to love.
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Vivid pictures flooded the warrior's dreams. She found herself bounding happily in some unnamed field, batting at butterflies that seemed to reflect the rays of light that the sun beamed down onto the grassland. Giggles erupted from the she-cat as she rolled in tall grasses, letting the emerald blades tickle her light brown nose.

A voice boomed in her dream, interrupting her peaceful paradise. Blinking open her eyes, she found that Tallwhiskers had awoken before her. Then she remembered that she had slept outside of camp in the clearing of Fourtrees. Soon enough her senses were flooded with scent of prey, and judging from the word 'breakfast', and that goofy expression that the tawny tom was wearing, he had most certainly taken it into his own paws to hunt for them.

Owlcall got to her paws and stretched, her claws making little lines in the dirt. "I haven't slept that well in moons!" She purred as she brushed her tail along the tom's back. "Thanks, you spoil me." She joked as she butted the tom's shoulder with her head before nagging the fluffy squirrel for herself and seating herself next to Tallwhiskers. "I'm sure the clan didn't even miss us, we're not really important warriors." She meowed as she picked at the squirrel's fur to get to the small amount of flesh that it provided.

The she-cat loved squirrel above all other prey, even though many cats complained about them having too much fur and way too little meat. It's the quality not the quantity sometimes. She thought as she made a small pile of squirrel fur beside her as she worked on the fresh-kill. "Have you ever noticed how I bed my nest with squirrel fur?" She asked the tom. Indeed, the she-cat used the squirrel's bits of fur to line her nest ever since she had become a warrior, and so her nest had become quite the cozy little crib.

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Tallwhiskers smiled as the shecat began to stir. Her pretty green eyes began to flutter as she looked at him with a silly smile on her face. While she was talking, he grinned and nodded I slept well too thanks for asking.

[/color] He said, joking with her. When Owlcall got up to stretch, he laughed. She was very goofy, but maybe that's what got his attention. Maybe.. Maybe that's where he saw the life in Owlcall. Her fluffy tail dragged along him, and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Stop it, Tallwhsikers! He scolded himself. This wasn't supposed to be happeneing. A sigh escaped his lips as he watched her going to get her breakfast.

He followed her shortly after and picked up the thrush, and walked back over to her, when he settled down, he plucked the feathers from the bird. One by one they fell at his side, in a neat pile, the thrush's feathers laid there, and he would being it home to line the top of his nest. when his bird was plucked, he dug in to the tasty meat. Savouring the the juicyness. Tallwhiskers licked his lips from the blood, and dug back into the meat. Then Owlcall spoke, and he stopped eat for a moment to pay attention to her.

Have you ever noticed how I lbed my nest with squirrel fur?[/s]

He smiled, and nodded at her. He actually didn't notice, but then again, he slept all the way across the den, away from everyone by himself. I actually didn't notice. If you remember I sleep all the way on the other side of the den from you, away from everyone else.[/color] He said with a smug look on his face. He didn't like other cats. He enjoyed the company of himself, and now, Owlcall. Tallwhiskers picked at the thrush, eating everything and cleaning the bone even. It was a good bird. Why didn't anyone come to fourtrees to hunt? Decing to hunt some more, he climbed the tree again, and caught a few squirrels. For Owlcall, but as he was on his way down, he misjudged the space between two brnaces, and slipped from it. Horror ripped his face as he fell with a sickening thud, and a ear-splintering crack from beneath him.
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Since she had spent the night sharing the tom's warmth, she had forgotten that the tom slept off to himself in the warrior's den. Why did the tom want to sleep alone anyway? He should cherish the company of others, Owlcall had sure come to like his fur brushing against hers. Feeling heat rise in her cheeks, the she-cat nodded as the tom went off to fetch more prey to bring back to camp.

While the tom went to go do that, the tabby arranged her pile of squirrel fur nicely, preparing to deal with her mouth being stuffed with the bristle hairs. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was going to happen. The she-cat's face fell as she heard a sickening thud and turned in time to see the tawny frame of Tallwhiskers laying in the dust. "Tallwhiskers!" She yowled, fearing that the fall had...No! I can't think like that! She thought as he hurried over to the broken tom.

Running her nose through his fur she noticed the slight rise and fall of his chest. Still alive.. She thought relieved, but looking at his paws, she wasn't quite so sure that he was going to be alright. "Tallwhiskers, Tallwhiskers, come on, I need to get you back to camp." The cat's meow was urgent for it tore at heart to see her best friend hurt. I should have told him not to climb the tree. I knew that it was risky climbing them. I knew it, I knew it, oh Starclan why didn't I tell him not to? She thought, burying her face into the tom's shoulder before preparing to help the tom in any way she could.

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