When in Fieldclan

The chilly breeze of late leaf-fall danced in the grasslands of Fieldclan, it's graceful pawsteps, while they looked gentle, caused the grass below to tremble as it died without so much as a whisper. The sun was becoming more shy as it's appearances became shorter, and it now just barely hung over the distant mountains. Although the sun was quieter, the ground below wasn't.

Dapplecloud had joined a hunting patrol that afternoon, her blue eyes looked like the sky peering out of the grass to her victim, an ordinary mouse. It's squeaks were hushed, unaware that downwind the molly was rocking her haunches. Like a phantom she leaped above it, grabbing the unsuspecting prey with her claws, and swiftly killing it with a snap of the neck.

As she went to bury it, a muffled voice spoke behind her: "Hey Davvle".

The tortoiseshell cat jumped into the hair, twisting around, and her fur completely on end by the time she landed. She saw, however, that the voice was just her mate Dustfeather; a small, tan warrior who was carrying a bright purple and white flower in his maw. She growled playfully, "Shouldn't you know better not to scare a hunting warrior like that?" She padded up to the tom, brushing her cheek against his, then sitting down and grooming her fur down.

The tom purred at her affection and sat with her, "Thowwy Davvle-" he dropped the flower to speak clearer, "Sorry Dapple, I was just really excited to bring you this," he showed her the violet and white flower.

She tilted her head, it was a beautiful flower, a pansy, but she didn't understand why he was bringing it to her. "It's beautiful Dustfeather, but why are you bringing this to me?" She touched the soft petals with her paws as she examined it.

"I found this little one while training with Nectarpaw and figured I should give it to you, since we never exchanged flowers when we became mates". He sat to her side, "Do you like it?".

Her eyes widened listening to him, it was such a little thing, but knowing she was the first thing he thought of when seeing this flower lead tears to creep into her eyes. She blinked them away and licked the tom's head before leaning against him, "I do, thank you Dustfeather". She rested her head on top of his, purring and wrapping her tail around his, "It's very beautiful".

"Just like you," he said sweetly.

The molly playfully growled and nipped at his ear before resting her head on his again. She was happy to have a mate like him, a cat she could depend on and she knew cared for her. She wouldn't be able to get him a flower too, not until new-leaf, it was rare that he found one at all. She didn't know which flower to get, all she knew was that it had to be the best for him.

"I love you, Dustfeather," she mewed.

He nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her scent, "I love you too".