[.spicing up the day~ MINNOWFANG

[[.final.fire.]]

[Finalfire.]
[.take me down to paradise city.]
[.where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.]
[.oh, won't you please take me home.]

An orange shape slid into camp, covered in snow. "Hey, thanks a lot!" he laughed behind him, shaking his pelt before grabbing two voles from the fresh-kill pile. One for him, the other for the nursery and whoever cared to share it with him.

It was a beautiful day, and Finalfire was in a good mood, so he decided to take a visit to the nursery and see the she-cats and their kits. He knew that there were only around four kitsable to play in the nursery; Bonekit, Owlkit, the rouge kit Tinkerkit, and... he belived there was a sister of Owlkit, both of them belonging to Cloudspots. He wasn't coming for the kits, though; he was coming for the she-cats.

She-cats had always been his friends. Sure, he knew lots of toms in the clan hated she-cats and looked down on them bitterly, but Finalfire was good with any kind of cat. Besides, he was a big flirt and the she-cats were fun and friendly most of the time; besides, with the new rule limiting she-cat's out-of-nursery time, they must be so bored.

He popped his head in the nursery opening, the plopped the rest of his orange body into the den. It was warm in heer, he noticed, from all the body heat radiating against the den, and the cotton and honey smell made it quite cozy. Some older queens eyed FInalfire with lazy eyes, and the younger ones regarded Finalfire with interest. He sat down in the center of the den, and turned to the queen next to him.

"Hey, is Minnowfang in here?" he asked, yawning with the comfortableness of the den.

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[[ladyMINNOWFANG !]

often, minnowfang would most likely be found outside flirting with the other tomcats, strutting around and showing off, winking and laughing and playing with the toms and commanding the other females as if she ruled them. however, today she had awoken late - the sun had already beamed through the sky long since her eyes had opened. so she had set to work grooming, which took up a considerable amount of time. however, she felt more refreshed than irritated, so she would be able to stand the others ignorant remarks and snide comments. so she sat, lapping away at her pelt, wondering who she would be talking to today.

her musing was answered when finalfire walked through the nursery entrance. little glints of snow still gleamed on his fur, and he seemed pretty happy, with his eyes glowing and such. finalfire had been a regular visitor in the den, and she was sure he was coming to court some queen or claim some pregnant queen as his own, but instead, he turned to the queen beside him and questioned, do you know where minnowfang is? she couldn't say this shocked her; the last time she looked into the pond she was quite pretty. maybe he had come for her today?

a little twitch of her tail and she stood, walking over to the ginger tom. her amber eyes met his own, and she playfully whacked him in the head with her tailtip. "that's lady minnowfang to you," she purred. with that, she walked over to his side before sitting. "what's up?"

her tail curled over two small white paws, and she tilted her head towards him, eager for some sort of reply. hopefully the reply would be something bright or clever. she needed something like that to enhance her day.

[[.final.fire.]]

Finalfire felt a flick on the head. He smiled slightly, but didn't move until he heard her voice.

"That's lady Minnowfang to you."

Finalfire turned to see the pretty queen behind him. He smiled and assumed a court-like accent.

"Terribly sorry, Lady Minnowfang." he made a small bow. "Sir Finalfire, at your service." His eyes held an amused, charming glint as he got back up to his feet.

"What's up?"

Finalfire looked up at the roof of the den, pretending to think very hard. "Well, last time I checked toms are going insane, Suffregettes are at large, and they're keeping you all in the nursery for almost all hours of the day." He placed one of the voles at Minnow's feet. It was still warm from the ast hunting patrol, and he nodded at it.

"I thought you might like something wile being cooped up in this dreary, stuffy den." Of course, the den was neither dreary nor stuffy but they must be bored all the same. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a calico kit, playing with a ball of moss lazily.

He looked Minnowfang over. She looked freshly groomed, with her silvery-white pelt almost glistening. Minowfang was quite pretty; but you had to stay on her good side or she'd strike. That was why he had come to her today; to stay on her good side and to have a nice chat with a queen that was both fun to talk to but wasn't an airhead. If not talking to Minnowfang, he would talk to Brownsugar.