The Non-Existent Teenies.

[Tigerwing]

(I bet all of you have no idea where that Title came from.)


Tigerwing dipped her head under a fallen branch covered in moss. It barely skimmed her head but she barely noticed. Her dark ginger tabby form brushed against them as she entered the Streamclan camp. She came to a halt and sat next to a boulder by herself. Her tail flicked, her maw opening into a yawn.

Her eyes bore into the different she-cats that went in and out of Falconwing's den for a period of quick short moments. And she briefly wondered if there was something going on between any of them. But she stabbed the idea quickly in the heart. It was an idea that would make a empty-headed squirrel scoff at her stupidity.

Of course you would think that, Tigerwing. She thought to herself. she wasn't sure what she thought of Falconwing. She probably did have feelings for him but she wasn't sure if those emotions were positive or negative yet.

She twiddled her non-existent thumbs.

She sighed, lifting up her long ginger tail. And with a bored expression, began picking through the fresh-kill pile. Not a finch nor a thrush... Ooh, look a magpie. Tigerwing lifted up the bird, staring at it dubiously.

With some effort, she sank her jaws into the prey's little body, relishing the sense of luke-warm meat on her tongue, fresh and crisp. She licked her lips, wondering if anybody was watching her. Suddenly, self-conscious, she licked her mouth, half-sure that she had something stuck to her whisker. But of course there wasn't anything.

The deputy sank into a pool of oblivion, minion to the Slenderman and slave to his plots forever.

[Falconflight]

Falconflight purred as he slid out of his den and immidiately caught sight of the beautiful coat of the Streamclan deputy. It was strange, how happy it made him to see her eating alone rather than with another tom, or even another she-cat for that matter. He cared about her, he knew that much for sure. But how much exactly? He didn't know. He hadn't felt like this since his mate had died, and that had been a long time ago. He'd never really healed from it.

Padding slowly, almost but not quite nervously over to Tigerwing, Falconflight settled beside her quietly. Winding his striped tail around his body, he set his amber gaze on the she-cat as she ate, examining every portion of her as he tried to figure out what part seemed to make him go insanely crazy. Or perhaps it was the voices in his head that made him crazy? Well, they certainly didn't help.

"Morning Tigerwing, how have you been?"
He asked quietly, not expecting a literate response from her.

[Tigerwing]

Tigerwing had been daydreaming. Her mind had drifted off deeply into the barren fields and dark mines of the Slenderman slave area. A cold wind ruffled her coat and she shivered. Her eyes blinked and suddenly the place around her disappeared, morphing quickly into the camp around her.

The deputy jumped, her eyes swiftly realizing that Falconwing had snuck up on her. Though surprised at first, she managed to suppress a face to a subtle poker face. It was hard, but it was doable. To add to the drama, she let her eyebrows raise a little bit.

"Just as all Slenderman slaves do. Just fine." She squeaked, her throat closing up from excitement.

[Falconflight]

Falconflight narrowed his eyes and examined the she-cat worriedly. Her voice seemed extra squeaky, as if there was a crazy man living inside her throat, scratching his nails down a miniature blackboard whenever she tried to speak. Perhaps she was sick? Leaning forward, Falconflight pressed his muzzle to her side, trying to listen to her heartbeat to see if it was irregular in any way.

"Are you feeling ok, luv? Your voice sounds a little off."
He was a little surprised that she had responded in words he could understand, it was pretty rare for the young female to do that.

[Tigerwing]

"I'm fine." The she-cat choked out.

Her heart raced as he pressed against her. She struggled to stay normal, but she did manage to do it.

(I'M SO LAZY.)

[Falconflight]

[Pff, me as well luv]

Falconflight shook his head and pressed closer, sniffing over her body. He was actually worried that something might be wrong with the beautiful she-cat. He didn't want her to be hurt or sick, he wanted to protect her.

Licking her cheek gently, he purred.
"Come on Tigerwing, tell me what's wrong."

[Tigerwing]

Oh. Starclan. Help me.

Tigerwing froze. She couldn't tell Falconwing that she might like him. If she did.... Tigerwing shivered. Then she would sink into a dark hole of oblivious embarrassment, never to return, "I-I'm fine." She repeated.

[Falconflight]

Falconflight sighed, such a stubborn she-cat. But then, it was a quality he admired about her.
Shifting his body so that he was laying beside her with his pelt brushing against hers, Falconflight wrapped his tail around his body. "I was wondering, did you want to go on a hunt with me? It's just....well.....I haven't been out of camp in a long time!"
And I want to spend more time with you

[Tigerwing]

Tigerwing glanced at him, surprised, but dreadfully excited too. "Uh, er, sure." She stammered, unsure what he was getting at. "Now?"

[Falconflight]

He laughed and stood up, shaking out his striped pelt.
"Well, yes. If it isn't too much trouble of course?"
He was holding in a building pur at the thought of going for a friendly walk with this stunning creature.