[closed] Under the Open Sky

Mallowdrop had been hunting under the open sky of SkyClan's hunting territory. The place was familiar since Mallowdrop had only been out a few times, but other than that, she knew the territory pretty well. At least enough that see could find her way back to camp. While she had noticed a new scent in the territory, she knew it was a SkyClan cat, but not one she knew about. Mallowdrop continued her hunt for a successful bird of some sort, perhaps a squirrel is she was fast enough, but with all of her fluffy fur, it was hard to carry herself around like other cats could do quite easily. And the females lack of strength made her ability to run, catch, or fight other animals as hard as it could be. But, her strength in her personality was rich, playful and fun like you wouldn't expect many she-cats to act at their warrior age. Yes, she also was flirtatious, but never could find herself someone for her role. Someone who could respect her even with the lack of warrior requirements she had. A cat that loved her more than she loved herself.

There had been a massive amount of crunching around the she-cat, and it had smelled like a squirrel was nearby. Mallowdrop began to crouch low, knowing it was around her. She darted her eyes towards the sudden noise and began to unsheathe her claws. Once she got close enough to the point of the prey, she jumped, feeling a plump squirrel under her paw. She slammed her paw down, wondering if or not she had caught it.

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Now, it was time to run over towards the new scent. Although, the she-cat had to be careful, if this wasn't a clan cat, she was in deep trouble. Prey would be a nice offer, but she hadn't caught anything in her last attempt, putting her in a spot where she would have to fend for herself if anything bad were to happen. She approached closer and closer to the stranger, noticing that it was in fact a SkyClan cat. She began to speak, putting on a playful voice to toy with the tom, "Out for a stroll, Dearie?" The she-cat mewed, giggling softly to herself as she began to accompany the tom.

Mallowdrop shrugged, "Just planning on joining ShadowClan is all." The she said quite seriously, giggling moments after. "I'm kidding. Assuming that she-cats have the same rights as toms, I'd say that I'm out hunting for prey." Mallowdrop purred as she looked into the toms eyes softly and flirtatiously. Although, her interest was fake, she didn't know the tom and always wanted to lure in any kinds of cats with her different personality to get to know them. She looked around, her body language swift and caring, "Shall we get moving, darling?" The she-cat mewed moments after her last sentence, "I don't want to waste the sunlight on talking about my day here." Mallowdrop mewed.

Mallowdrop smiled as he caught his prey, moving forwards as a bird had caught her eye moments before Dustplume's catch. The she-cat looked over towards Dustplume, winking at him playfully as she began to crouch low towards what looked like to be a robin. She unsheathed her claws, moving forwards as she stalked the feathered creature, her pupils turning to slits as she adjusted herself to the sunlight spot that she had entered.

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A sudden pain rushed towards her paw, leaving her jumping up and scaring her prey away. Mallowdrop lifted up her paw, showing what seemed to look embedded cheatgrass. She winced in pain, dropping it back down and looking over to Dustplume. "Your turn." She mewed. Sure, she was in pain but she didn't want the other part of the hunting party to notice and have her leave. So, she just kept going, leaving it unnoticed until she got back to camp.

Mallowdrop dared to rub against Dustplume as she Thin in front of him, "I'll quote you on that." She teased playfully, a tricky smile flickering onto her face. She looked ahead though, careful to be quiet enough to hear the sounds of the prey that must of been surrounding them. The she-cat turned, her ears listening carefully as they fluttered around her head, her eyes focused on any noise that had been about.

The warrior crouched, hearing a nearby landing drop in as Mallowdrop had been listening. The she-cat unleashed her claws once more, hoping to have a success despite the pain that ran through her weak legs. She focused onto a familiar pile of leaves that she had heard the sound coming from.

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Mallowdrop had failed, her paw beginning to grow of pain again, making her yelp and step back from what seemed to have been the hiding spot of the prey that she had caught in a different time. She sighed, turning back to Dustplume, "I must note that we both are quite unlucky today..." She mewed softly.

Mallowdrop looked towards the tom, a concerned look on her face as she tried her best to say it would be fine. But it wasn't, the pain was pretty bad, and she felt like she was pulling Dustplume down with her when she began to speak the following. "I'm sure it wouldn't pain me to sit down with you." She mewed, "It would be..." Mallowdrop searched for the word, not being able to reach it quite. Finally, the she-cat caught it, unlike the real-time prey she had been hoping to catch recently, but failing to do. "Exhilarating." She purred, licking the toms nose playfully, sensing his nervousness.

The she-cat sat down a little farther away from where the two had recently been, she waited for her hunting partner, wanting to talk to him about a few things, but of course, they were irrelevant.

Mallowdrop didn't expect the tom to make a turn like this. The she-cat turned red, shocked but understanding it would be rude to turn down the tom. She leaned onto Dustplume's shoulder, moving closer to him as he spoke. He was a little warmer than most cats, but that may of just been Mallowdrop's thought.

The warrior looked towards the male, "It really is." She purred, "Especially with you, Dustplume." She mewed, saying Dustplume not in an angry or teasing way, but almost flirty.

Mallowdrop shrugged, unsure of what it was she would ever eat. She loved squirrels, they were fast to eat, easy to catch, and could fill you up no matter the size. She wondered if her response was generic, but she understood that Dustplume may have been getting uncomfortable since the two had just met.

The SkyClan she-cat pulled her head upwards, looking away from Dustplume and speaking a little less flirtatiously. "Squirrels are nice for treats and meals." She mewed, not considering looking back at the tom, but trying not to seem too rude about her response to his topic change.