Hunting looked down at the little clan cat curled up next to him. Her flank moved slowly in rhythm as she sleep peacefully. The rogue purred softly, enjoying the young she-cat's warmth. Hunting was glad he decided not to murder her seven moons ago when the cat he was with was, was nothing but a small kit. She was Ashkit then, but now known as Ashpaw. Hunting had found her out of Windclan territory in the middle of a warm night. He decided to spare her life since she was only a kit, and was quite fond of her. Ashpaw's parents had died that night and she had went out looking for them, for since she was very young, she thought they hadn't come home yet. After that night he practically raised her. Ashpaw came to Hunting's den every night, and he taught her new skills. He slowly fell in love with her. Hunting was brought back to reality as Ashpaw nuzzled his neck. He purred, wrapping his fluffy tail around her flank. Slowly Ashpaw brought her head up so she was looking into she tom's eyes. Hunting quickly leaned in and kissed her, Ashpaw surprising him by kissing him back.
