[Talonfang & Flintmoon] Hello beautiful Lady~

[Chisato Mikami]

Talonfang stretched as he left the Warrior’s den. It was just after dawn; the sun wasn’t fully out, however. He thought about going on a quick patrol around the territory. He didn’t know if the morning patrol had left yet, but even if it had, he would probably still go. He gave his chest a quick lick before shaking out his fur. He checked the kill pile and frowned. He might as well hunt while he was out. Making a quick plan, he would head to the border with Lightningclan and then loop around towards the river to catch himself some breakfast.  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon licked her paw after finishing her snack. Night patrol had just switched out and she'd stopped to have a snack before heading in for the day. She doubted she'd sleep much but she knew she'd need her strength. She quickly buried the last of the little bird before stretching and moving on. She knew most liked to return immediately and sleep but she always enjoyed wandering a bit before sleeping. As she neared the river she almost bumped right into another cat. "Sorry!" Seems I'm more tired than I thought." Her eyes roamed over the tom who she'd knocked into trying to place his name.  

[Chisato Mikami]

Talonfang was too engrossed with his fishing task to pay any attention to the she-cat that was walking up to him. He had one paw in the air, ready to snatch the fish that was getting closer to the surface. He raised his paw a little bit more, then his whole head was in the water. He jumped out of the ice-cold water and shook his body. Who would dare push Talonfang into the river!?!

His head swiveled until he saw one of the many beautiful, she-cats from his clan. He ran a paw over his face, trying to the water off before it froze in the air.

“That is certainly one way to get my attention,” Talonfang teased “but you didn’t have to push me into the river. A simple ‘Hello’ would have been okay.”  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon raised a brow as he spoke. She hadn't been trying to get his attention she just hadn't been paying much mind to where she was. "Sorry, oh I'm so sorry. Guess I was off in my head. Do you need help out?" realizing how close he'd been to the water she realized she'd just cost this tom his meal. She looked embarrassed for a moment before regaining her thoughts and moved to help him get out of the river.

While trying to help him out her brain finally came up with his name Talonfang. He had a reputation with the females and was also a good warrior. "Damn, I prolly just ruined yer meal. I'll help ya catch something."  

[Chisato Mikami]

“No, it’s quite alright,” Talonfang said, wiping the last of the water from his face. “The fish are probably long gone by now. I’ll just have to try my luck with hunting later on, after my fur is dry.” He shook his body one last time before looking at the she-cat again. He eyed her for a brief moment, taking note of how lean she was and how shiney her orange pelt was. She was indeed a beautiful female and any tom that was lucky enough to catch her would be lucky.

“May I escort you back to camp?” he asked. “I seem to remember seeing you on the night patrol. You must be tired.”  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon felt really bad about chasing all the fish away. " I'm really sorry." She shrugged before turning to head towards the camp. "Sure. And I'm usually not tired after shift. It takes me some time to get drowsy. though apparently today I'm off. I don't normally shove others into the river." She gave him a small smile not afraid to make fun of herself.

Her gaze shifted towards him letting herself really look him over. He wasn't a bad looking tom after all. And he didn't seem to be a jerk either, which honestly surprised her.  

[Chisato Mikami]

"I must be a special case then," Talonfang joked. 'Good looking and not afraid to laugh at herself,' he thought to himself. He gave his chest a lick before getting to his paws. He would have a better time getting dry back at the camp..

"Did anything happen on patrol?" he asked, flicking his tail at Flintmoon to follow.  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon snickered. "Perhaps." She moved to walk beside him as they strolled to camp. " Nah, was a pretty quiet night. Though the sky was clear letting the stars shine brightly." Nightshift was her favorite because of the starlight, and it was usually the busiest since most predators liked to hunt after dark.  

[Chisato Mikami]

"Well that was good," Talonfang said. "I like looking up at the stars too. So many fallen warriors up there, watching over us." He was a Starclan believer, however he lived in Riverclan. He knew about the conflict with Starclan and Forestclan. He didn't make it known with his clanmates his beliefs. What difference did it make as long as his loyalities was with Riverclan.

"I'm sure your mate misses you at night," Talonfang said. "Unless he works tje night patrol too?"  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Talonfang got it. He understood what it was like to know that those from the Starclan watched out for those still left. Flintmoon much preferred the belief of Starclan to Forestclan. Forest just seemed so dark for her tastes.

When he mentioned a mate she just let out a small chuckle. "A mate is not something I'm looking for at the moment. I mean sure if the right tom came into my life I wouldn't reject it, but so far no one's seemed my match." She gave a small shrug like it wasn't a big deal. After all, she was still young enough not to feel rushed into all that long term stuff.  

[Chisato Mikami]

"Hmmm." Talonfang thought about his next words careful. Here was a femake, unattached, hopefully a Starclan believer like himself. Not that someone that believed in Foredtclan was bad. To each their own.

"No mate huh?" he said quietly. "Would you consider having kits without a mate?" He was curious. She seemed like a very level headed fenale, and she was very beautiful. 'Curse whoever wins you over...'  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon could tell something had shifted in their casual walk. She looked to Talongfang noticing he seemed deep in thought. Her ear twitched barely picking up his first words. Her feet stopped moving as he posed his question. Her head tilted to the side as she took the time to think over the question.

"I honestly hadn't thought of that possibility before. But I think I would. And whoever decides they want to be my mate would have to accept my kits as well. And if they couldn't do that they obviously weren't the one meant for me." She stood ready to continue their walk. Who knew she'd be having deep conversations this morning.  

[Chisato Mikami]

"Not to mention if the male is decent and wants to be in the kit's lives, your mate will have to be okay with that as well," Talonfang stated, semi lost in his own thoughts. Flintmoon seemed like a decent enough female if she was willing to have kits with a tom that wasn't her mate. He then thought about the one she-cat he admired the most. He had stopped walking when she krept into his mind. Even if she did agree to give him kits, she would feel the same way he did. Everything would be completely one sided unless he proved to her he wasn't like the tom that had hurt her so bad.

"How would feel about that?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "Would you be comfortable with the father still around until the kits were old enough to be away from you?"  

[Charmaine Kitteridge]

Flintmoon stopped when Talonfang did. She'd been nodding at his vocal musings not aware of the inner ones. She took a moment to really think through the scenario before answering.

" I guess it would depend on the father, I suppose. If he cared for me and the kits I don't think I'd have a problem with it. If he changed and ended up being a mean tom, he'd have to go. I wouldn't subject my kits to that. And I don't think it'd be fair to use that as a way to get my way on things. It's too much like blackmail at that point." It was really a complicated way to say long as the two of them communicated and loved the kits and respected each other it wouldn't be a problem for her.  

[Chisato Mikami]

Talonfang thought for a moment. They were almost at the camp now. He could feel the hunger of an empty belly, which was now starting to bug him. He would have to hunt soon, but he had a task of escorting Flintmoon back to camp. The conversation became way to serious, even if he was the one that started it. He liked Flintmoon. She would make a fine queen someday.

"Well then, would you consider having my kits?" He asked jokingly.