Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

"Chasing squirrels, as usual." Fangdust answered in her place, chuckling. Newmoon was such an amusing character, and although she was generally prickly in a sense, he knew very well that she was a big softy deep down. That was one of the perks of being deputy; you got to know everyone quite well. Noticing Hiddenshadow's catch, his grin widened a slight bit.
"Nice, very nice. You can take that back to camp," The gray tom paused, breathing in. "And try to help her get down, you know how she isn't quite fond of heights. I need to go back and find Ashpool and the others." Nodding kindlyly, he bounced off back in the direction he came.

The gray deputy poked his head out from the undergrowth, laughing.
"There are more efficient ways to catch prey, you know." Fangdust purred to Hazelwing, shaking off the leaves that clung to his pelt.
"I already checked the eastern border," The tom added, nodding at Ashpool and the rest. "And I got some poppies for you, Hazelwing."
Delicately, slowly, he pushed the pile of red flowers forward, hoping he got the right ones. Finally noticing the strange ginger she-cat, his curiousity was perked. It was odd, for a cat his own age, even though he isn't much older then a young warrior, to have such a queer attitude.

"And who may I have the pleasure of addressing myself to, hun?" Fangdust asked her, the usual adoring shimmer glowing in his greenish-gray eyes. Her smell was somewhat of familiar, like that of the camp he currently resided in.
Her eyes were bright and shiny, they held more light then the burning Sun in the sky itself.

Hazelwing blushed, her ears flicking nervously. Out of all the cats to see her prey flub! She smiled faintly. "Well, I was never formally taught, anyways." She defended herself lightly, grinning at the deputy. She flexed her long claws.
"Thank you for the poppies," she dipped her head in respect. "The aroma can knock a patient out for at least half a moon." (A/N: Making up remedies!)
She followed Fangdust over to the pretty ginger she-cat. Her pelt prickled with jealousy from Fangdust's warm, flirtacious welcome. She held back an angry hiss, lashing her tail back and forth.

He leaned back and called, "Well, I'll have to make you down myself!" Without waiting for Newmoon's reply, he leaped onto the trunk of the tree and gripped the tough bark. He scrabbled up, surpried at how well he could climb. Hiddenshadow soon reached the branch where the she-cat was perched and carefully heaved himself onto it. Hiddenshadow started toward her, being careful so as not to break the branch. He accedentally looked down and saw the hard ground beneath him. His vision began to double and he became queasy. Maybe he couldn't get her down after all... He quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of that horrible thought. He had to do this, otherwise they'd both be stuck up here for days. Despite the she-cat's yowls of protest, he grapped the scruff of her neck and gripped the tree trunk. He slowly began to back down. Soon there were only a few tail-lengths between him and the ground. Maybe I can just jump down, He though, grinning to himself. He leaped backward of the tree. Newmoon and Hiddenshadow were falling, falling, falling...Maybe it was farther than he thought. Adrenaline pulsed through him. He hit the ground with a thud. The only thing he saw was that Newmoon landing safely on top of him before he shortly blacked out.

OOC: Wow...long post. XP