(Daydream) Lounging

[Foxtail]

Foxtail stretched out on one of the warm rocks in camp and let her long bushy tail lay in the dust over the side of the rock, half asleep but refusing to actually give in to sleep. She almost never slept outside of the warrior's den anymore after a pair of kits had attacked her tail and pulled out a chunk of fur. It had all grown back in, but she was paranoid about it nowadays. She loved being around kits, but not when she wanted to sleep.

Opening her eyes, she scanned the camp, wondering if anyone would want to come over and lay with her in the warm sun. She was almost always out of camp hunting on her own or sleeping way up in the tops of a tree. She, not for the first time, wished she didn't look so odd compared to the others. Even her eyes were different from all the others. One of them was bright blue, and the other was a green that was just as bright. Some of the kits made fun of those eyes, but that wasn't her biggest issue. She wanted to look like others, not like a mini red fox... Maybe if she looked like the others she wouldn't be so nervous around others and they would be happier to be around her more often.

[daydream]

Darkmoon wandered to the camp entrance, his fluffy tail intertwined with his sister’s tri-colored tail that was even fluffier than his own. He was talking about their hunt that morning, the bounty gained from it hanging from his sister’s mouth; a vole and large Jay his sister pounced on elegantly from a tree; attacking from impossibly high in the branches once again. He cut himself off to shake his head fondly and chuckle. Fallingmoon cocked her head to the side, offering him a curious glance. “Nothing Fallingmoon, just remembering your kill.” She shrugged her shoulders, going back to glancing around the camp in her silent way of saying, ‘Oh. That, nothing interesting.’

He chuckled again, and undid his tail, taking his vole from his sister and rubbing his cheeks against hers. “I’ll see you later then, Fallingmoon.” He said, softly and offering her a grin. She rolled her eyes. “Of course.” Her voice was soft and almost too quiet to hear, but extremely pleasing to listen too; a musical lilt almost similar to a talented songbird. He nodded, flicked his tail in an added farewell and strutted into camp while his sister headed back out; probably to hang out in the dark shadows of a thick clump of maple and oak trees. He shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. He didn’t know what he was going to do with his dreamy calico elder sister.

Rousing himself from his thoughts he decided he was going to hang out with someone to keep him occupied, he had nothing to do today, and if he searched for his sister she would frown and shoo him away telling him silently that she knew he needed a life outside his outcast sister and she was going to do her best to make sure he had a chance to make friends and be the social tom he was. His bright emerald eyes searched around the camp, spotting a few cats lounging together, obviously enjoying themselves curled together and basking in the sun. It looked fun, but he didn’t want to be an odd tom out.

Find a pretty she-cat to curl up with~

His mind purred, the inner-flirt wanting to be used. He rolled his eyes at himself, but agreed, searching out for a single she-cat and scenting the air.

He found her instantly. All by her lonesome, curled up on some sunning rocks off towards the center-left. She was familiar, a cat he never really talked to but wanted to, a cat he would walk past every day and drink her in. She was pretty, but not in the usual way. Almost all legs, looking like a small red fox and breathtaking eyes.

Darkmoon had a thing from pretty eyes.

‘And not only were her eyes pretty, they were definitely unique.’ He thought briefly as he gives his fur a quick lick over, wanting to look his best. His pitch black, midnight sky colored fur was in order soon enough, that graying oval of a moon still looking a little disarrayed as he stopped his strut and walked carefully over to her, vole once again hanging from his mouth.

Stopping in front of her he dropped the vole by his paws, drawing a real smile. She looked at peace, and her fur glowed vibrantly under the sun, like crimson flames with other colors within. “Hullo Foxtail.” He started out politely, before his smile turned into a handsome little grin. “You don’t mind if I join you, do you?”

[Foxtail]

Right as she was about to close her eyes, she laid her head down on her paws, then saw Darkmoon walk up to her. She had seen her pass her around camp many times and wondered what he wanted before he asked if he could join her. "uh.. Hi Darkmoon." She meowed, not used to the idea of any cat, let alone a handsome tom, approaching her with any intention other than something related to clan duties or a hint of pity at her quiet loneliness. Darkmoon didn't seem to pity her at all, he just looked... Interested was the word she was thinking of as he dropped the vole.

"Sure. I'd like that." She meowed, flattening her slightly pointed ears to her head in nervousness at Darkmoon's confident walk and smile. "Been out this morning?" She asked, smelling the wonderful scents of the forest on his coat, along with his sister's scent clinging to his coat.

[daydream]

Darkmoon gave a pleased purr as she said he could join her, and settled down beside her, stretching and sprawling across the free space on the warm rock, his pitch black fur contrasting with the others orange fur and the dirt and grey color of the rock. At her question he gave a nod. " Indeed I have. I decided if Fallingmoon wasn't going to be around any other cat on her own, i'd bother her for a bit." He gave a little chuckle at that, before letting that fade off into a small purr, rumbling in his chest. "Have you gone out or done anything fun today?" He asked, mostly to be polite. He didn't know what to say to normal she-cats, and he felt somewhat bothered by that. He used to be able to chat a she-cat without a problem, but the morning spent being able to ramble off to his sister left him a little.... out of it, supposedly one could say.

[Foxtail]

"Well I woke up in a tree. Went out last night and forgot to come back. Nobody seemed to notice though. Guess they thought I had just been out on a night partol." Foxtail said, purring at her own craziness and at Darkmoon's comment. "Already had one patrol mistake me for a fox, but they soon remembered that foxes don't climb trees, and they don't just look down at cats who are within jumping distance." She meowed, a little upset that a patrol would still not recognize her. "At least nobody in camp doubts that i'm a cat." She meowed, looking over to Darkmoon and waving her long, overly fluffy tail, then yawning. "ugh this heat is crazy." She meowed. "It's nice for a bit, but once you're warm, it's too much" She said, licking at a paw.

[Bear]

Darkmoon put on a crooked smile. "I guess you wouldn't mind if I..scoot a little closer, would you?" Before she could reply, his fur was pressed against hers, and his hind leg was on her back. "My, my, you're warm," he whispered in her ear. "I like it." He pushed the rest of his body on her back and began to press against her rump. His penis entered her tailhole with such force he knew she couldn't resist. Slowly and then quickly he began to hump her.