90: " Catch me if you can! "
Redtail was sunning himself in a wonderfully warm patch of grass when he heard a rustling in the undergrowth nearby. He had to suppress a purr of laughter out of fear of giving away his knowledge of the visitor. Somebody forgot the first rule of hunting; check wind direction. Whitestorm's scent flowed to Redtail's nose as if his face was buried in the white tom's fur.
At that moment, he felt the light behind his eyelids dim slightly and felt something flick his ear.
"Catch me if you can!" Whitestorm meowed, running away and tossing leaves in his wake. Redtail sprang up and bolted after Whitestorm, quickly gaining on him. Whitestorm took Redtail through all types of twists and turns before Redtail decided on taking his own. He noticed Whitestorms paw steps had stopped, and seizing his chance Redtail bounded out a couple fox lengths away from Whitestorm and pounced on top of him.
"Caught you!" Redtail mewed triumphantly. "Now what?"
"Now you two can stop behaving like kits and go on a patrol." A harsh mew sounded behind them. The couple turned to look up at Bluefur. "You've probably scared away all the prey in the forest from running around like foxes in a fit!" Lashing her tail, she went away, deeper into the undergrowth.
Whitestorm and Redtail laughed, they didn't quite know why but they did know they loved each other very much.