These two-legs are crazy (HELP, ANYONE!)

[mystic]

Nightflower padded along, going on a hunting patrol. The small black tom cat was so intent on catching some nice fat mice for the clan that he didn't notice the little two-leg kit before it was too late. By the time he noticed he had been picked up and was being squeezed. He wriggled, letting out some squeaking noises. This creature was squeezing the life out of him. However he could tell she was just a kit, so didn't know what she was doing.

Then she started heading back to the two-leg nest with him. This wasn't good, it really wasn't good. He began to yowl at the top of his lungs.
"HELP! ANYBODY! HELP ME!" He tried again to free himself, and failed. The two-leg had him in a firm grasp. There wasn't supposed to be a kit, where did it come from. And more importantly. What was it going to do to him.

[Heathclaw]

Lightheart was bored, which was rare, and unpleasant. Aside from one amusing run-in with a RiverClan cat by the border, his patrol today had failed to turn up any sources of entertainment. He even wound up catching a few mice for lack of anything better to do. And so, his ears perked straight up as he heard a desperate yowl erupt across the forest.

"HELP! ANYBODY! HELP ME!"

Is that Nightflower? Lightheart wondered, as he darted towards the sound of the noise, his mice dangling by their tails out of his mouth. As he approached, his nose picked up the fragrant scent of flowers, mixed with ShadowClan cat. Yep. Definitely Nightflower, he thought, nodding as he burst into the little two-leg place on their territory.

Setting the two mice down in the crook of some tree-roots, Lightheart glided towards Nightflower and his captor. "Problems, Nightflower?" he yowled, trying to catch the attention of the both of them.

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Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

The tom-cat flicked his tail and shot a death glare at Lightheart. "Yes!" He yowled.

The little two-leg kit saw Lightheart and let out a squealing noise and ran towards Lightheart. At the same time she let go of Nightflower, who bolted. He was sure they would both be captured, however the other two-leg came out of its nest and picked up the little kit. They made some noises then she was carried inside.

"I don't remember a two-leg kit being here." Nightflower mewed, his fur still standing on end. "I really don't. I wonder where she came from." He asked. "Ummmm... thanks for saving me." He added, looking away and blushing.

[Heathclaw]

Lightheart was prepared to bolt as soon as Nightflower was let go- being caught and kept in a twolegplace didn't exactly fit in his definition of fun. However, fortunately for the two of them, the big two-leg had come by to take the little one away.

"Haha. I knew that'd work," said, Lightheart, whiskers twitching in a self-satisfied way. "I'm just adorable, I guess. Hahaha. Anyways, no problem, Nightflower. I'd do it anyti- what? Have I got something on my face?" he asked, as the other tom turned his head away. "Must be pollen or something. Hold up, you've got a little something there," he said, turning around and swiping a pine needle off of Nightflower's fur with his tongue.

"Heh. I would've used my paw, but I was afraid I might've knocked you over. Your fur's still standing straight on end, you know? Anyways, let's move away a bit before that kit comes back," said Lightheart, bounding over to his tree with his mice.

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Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

"N-no it's not that." he explained. "It's that well." He looked down. "Ummm..." Then Lightheart licked him, right on his neck.

Nighflower blushed even more and purred, his tail standing straight up. "Uh-- thanks." he mewed, smiling at the other tom. His fur flattened. "I was a little scared." he mewed. "I mean... well..." He looked away. "Just.. thanks." He followed Lightheart. "Um... let's g-get back to camp." Nightflower couldn't keep help but feel light headed around this cat.

[Heathclaw]

"You sure you're still alright? Didn't hit your head on anything during the fall, didya?" asked Lightheart, as he started picking up his two mice, tucking their tails into the corners of his mouth. "I mean, syer talshing all funnee."

Oh, Nightflower. For some reason, Lightheart always found himself looking out for the tom, for the simple reason that very few cats did. And indeed, he did get into a lot of trouble for a ShadowClan tom- Lightheart had helped him out of quite a few jams in the past. And this was almost always the result, which was somewhat perplexing. He knew that Nightflower was attracted to other toms- heck, all of ShadowClan knew. What he wanted to know, though, was what had kept this flower-scented tom from making a move on him. StarClan knows that they'd been together often enough.

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Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

"No." He mewed, flicking his tail. "I didn't hit anything." he blushed. He walked beside the tom, then paused. "Stay put." he mewed, dropping into a hunting crouch. A little ways ahead a fat wood pidgeon was pecking up seeds from the under a two-leg thing.

The small black tom crouched and leapt forward, landing on the bird. He quickly killed it, licking his lips. "There." he said. "That's what I came here for. I didn't expect there to be a little two-leg here." He added. Then he picked up the bird and began walking. He just felt so awkward around the other tom. Every thing he did felt so, pathetic.

[Heathclaw]

"Nith catch, Nightflower," said Lightheart through a mouthful of mouse. "And I dunno swhat in the heck the two-leg kit washt doin' there. Good thing I wash't around, though." So.. perhaps it wasn't the most exciting thing that could have happened, but it was more fun walking to camp with a fellow clanmate than by himself. Even if Nightflower didn't talk much around him.

"Y'know... you've gwot a knack for gwetting yershelf in trouble," Lightheart said, whiskers twitching. "We have gwot to shtop meeting like this. How many times does this make it?"

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Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

Nightflower walked beside him in silence. The wood pigeon was far to plump for him to talk though. He just looked over at his friend and flicked his ear several times to signify how many times he had been rescued by the other cat. Since they were close he smiled a little and draped his tail over Lightheart's body. He liked being around the other tom, he really did. It made him feel really happy. He liked feeling happy.

[Heathclaw]

Once Lightheart felt Nightflower's tail across his back, he started shaking. Strange sounds came out of his mouth. And then, he dropped the mice and started full on laughing. "Stoppit! That- heheheheh, that tickles!" he exclaimed, darting out from under the tail and rolling around.

"Whew! Ooh... now you made me drop all my mice. I oughta tackle you to the ground for that one," he said, flicking his tail, although his whiskers were twitching tremendously. "I think you just asked for a little wrestlin' match with that move."

[mystic]

Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

Nightflower gave a little grin and flicked his tail. "Come and get me then." He said in a sultry voice, batting his eyelashes he drew his tail across his nose and smiled. His head tilted and his ears flicked back a little. Then he dropped down and kneaded the ground, making queenish sounds. "Come on, aren't you going to tackle me? I was a very bad boy for making you drop your mice." He pouted a little. "What are you going to do about me being a bad boy?" He smiled again, this time very coyly.

He looked over at Lightheart, waiting for him to jump.

[Heathclaw]

"Er... what?" murmered Lightheart, tilting his head and looking somewhat bemused at this response from Nightflower. So... this was what it was like when the tom started taking things into his own paws. To be honest... it was rather weird. Off-putting, as it were. It was time for a test. "Riiight. Well, I'm going to go now..." he said, turning around and bending back down to start picking up his mice.

A slight, imperceptible twitch of his tail was all that betrayed his true intention. Head down and tail up in the air, he was in the perfect position to pounce. He began to mutter, ostensibly to himself as he tracked down his mice. "Where... oh, right... here!" and on that note, he whirled around and pounced straight into Nightflower, sending the two of them rolling around. "Gotcha!" he grinned once they had stopped moving, with his paws on Nightflower's chest, pinning him to the ground.

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(i'm gonna leave it off here)
---fade to black----

[mystic]

Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

Nightflower let out a giggle as he was pounced on. "Lightheart!" He mewed. "That tickles!" He squirmed and tried to pin his friend down. "Come on, not fair!" However he was enjoying being tackled. He blinked and looked up at the tom. "You're really handsome, you know that?" He purred. "I mean really really handsome." He giggled and flicked his tail, then wrapped it around the other tom carefully tickling him behind his ear. "Hey, how does that feel?" he asked, blinking a little. Then he leaned up and licked Lightheart on the nose. "It seems ya got me pinned." He said, his voice coy.

[Heathclaw]

"Handsome, eh? I don't think I've ever been called handsome before. I've been called a harassment before, but never handsome," said Lightheart, with a bit of a pleased purr creeping into his voice. "Where'd you learn that flattery would get you everywhere?" His whiskers twitched at a ticklish feeling behind his ears, and he gave a surprised blink as Nightheart swiped his tongue across his nose. However, he quickly warmed up to the idea.

"Well, we can't keep you pinned like this, can we?" asked Lightheart, rolling over onto his side and pulling Nightflower with him. From there, he buried his nose into the tom's fur, breathing in the flowery scent. "I've never been able to figure out how you manage to smell so nice. Then again, you probably don't tread through fox dung and swamp goop on a daily basis," he said, and he reached up to nibble the tom's ear.

He liked having everything out in the open like this. They'd been in contact for long enough, and a bond had formed between them, which had grown for the past few moons. Lightheart loved having someone to look after, and someone who looked up to and looked after him. More than anything, it made him feel like he belonged, like some cat in the world cared. He supposed that that was just an occupational hazard of being an orphaned kit.

"I'm glad you finally came around," said Lightheart, leaving Nightflower's ear and giving him a return lick on the nose. "What took you so long, eh?"