This is a two-shot challenge that I have written for Pineclan, I hope you enjoy it:
"I'm going to get it!" came the determined call of Ivypool. She was stalking a squirrel and wanted to prove that she was just a good a hunter as her sister.
"You can do it," Dovewing called quietly, luckily not frightening the plump squirrel off.
Ivypool crouched down lower and took a few steps forward, unfortunately she stepped on one of the many twig that lay beneath a carpet of leaves.
"Mousedung!" Ivypool exclaimed plopping herself down and sending the leaves flying.
"Don't worry Ivypool, you'll catch the next one," Dovewing called from where she had emerged from a bush.
"But you would have been able to catch it," Ivypool whined, still upset.
"Yeah, I guess I would have," Dovewing agreed, "But no cat can match up to your suburb fighting skills!" she finished, giving a triumphant leap into the air as she saw Ivypool brighten.
"I suppose" Ivypool replied in a mischievous tone. She leaped to her paws and pounced on her sister calling, "Gotcha!"
"Ivypool!" Dovewing moaned, asking her sister to get up.
"Fine, fine, I'll get up," Ivypool replied slowly raising herself to her paws. And making a dash for the camp calling out after her, "Race you to camp!"
Dovewing set off after her sister purring.
"I'm going hunting Bumplestripe, no need to be so protective," Dovewing purred dismissively as she was about to exit the leaf, strewn Thunderclan camp.
"But it's almost moonhigh, no cat is mousebrained enough to go out this late," Bumplestripe retorted, teasing the fluffy gray she-cat.
"Oh come on Bumblestripe, please?" Dovewing begged, she was dying to go out to see Tigerheart.
"Oh, fine," Bumblestripe replied, grumpily flicking his tail.
"Dovewing!" the ShadowClan tom exclaimed once she set paw in the abandoned twoleg nest.
"Tigerheart!" she replied bounding over to him in calm, graceful steps. The two reached each other, muzzles extended and purring.
"Why were you so late?" Tigerheart asked and Dovewing could see hurt flash through his dark, amber eyes, the wind quietly ruffling his dark tabby fur.
Dovewing sighed in annoyance as she explained to Tigerheart. "Well the usual, Bumplestripe wouldn't let me leave," She replied, flicking her smoky gray tail in annoyance.
The wind picked up and whistled through the trees, blowing into the large, black, gaping holes in the side of the strange, red twoleg den. Dovewing shivered and Tigerheart stepped up to her side asking, "You cold?"
He pushed his thick, dark fur next to her fluffy, smoky gray fur as she nodded.
The two cats curled up next to each other inside the swaying nest.
"I love you Dovewing, I always will," came the happy purr off Tigerheart as the two cats fell asleep, the kind words ringing in Dovewing's ears and she let out a purr off happiness.
Hope you like it! The second chapter should be out as soon as I finish typing it.