Dovewing's choice

Chapter 1

  Sorry for the super long chapter.

Dovewing looked around, taking in all the lush trees and bushes, all the tempting scents and the warm breeze, bringing with it the mouth-watering scent of squirrel. It had been a hard long leaf-bare and ThunderClan was starving. On its best days the hunting patrols only caught enough enough for each cat to have a few large mouthfuls per cat. She remembered her prey and dropped into a crouch to stalk it, the squirrel was too busy nibbling on a seed to notice anything else. She was just about to pounce when something heavy landed on her and she jolted awake. She looked up with narrowed blue eyes and saw Foxleap sprawled on top of her. "Foxleap!" she yowled, grumpy. "Oops! Sorry Dovewing!" Foxleap mewed, embarrassed. He tried to get up but, he put his paw in a slick and slippery patch of mud, when he tried to get up his paw slipped and he landed with a heavy thud on top of Dovewing. "OOF!" she puffed, the landing knocking the breath out of her. Their muzzles were a quarter of a mouse length apart, they were both blushing, their muzzles bright red. The warriors den entrance rustled. "Having fun?" a familiar tom's voice chuckled. Both Dovewing and Foxleap looked up to see the golden tabby fur of Lionblaze. "A little help?" Foxleap mewed. Lionblaze padded over to the heap of gray and red fur, his breath coming out in a big white cloud. He picked Foxleap up by the scruff and awkwardly dragged him off Dovewing, setting him down a tail-length away. Foxleap ran out of the warrior's den, while Dovewing righted the moss and flicked her tail, annoyed.