Sandtail crouched at the end of the stream, focusing hard on a silver fish that swam nearby. Dryleaf wathched the fawn colored tom and purred. He bunched his shoulders and swiped his paw in the water, hooking up the fish and tosing it in the air. It landed with a thump on the green grass and flopped aroud, flicking water and letting out a low chirping sound.
"Hurry grab it!" Sandtail called. Dryleaf bounded forward and batted at the struggling fish. Sandtail tossed it to Dryleaf who slamed it into the soft barked trees. She and Sandtail both jumped for the tree, but stopped when they collided, head first.
"Ow!" Dryleaf moaned. Sandtail let out a loud chuckle and hurried to the now still fish. It's silver scales glimmered in the morning light. He sniffed at it's red colored face and purred.
"This will be the best meal we've had in moons!" He boasted, nosing the fish to Dryleaf.
Together, ney nipped at the scales until fresh meat came into veiw. It tasted kind of watery, but Dryleaf didn't care. It's tastless meat fed her and Sandtail and that's all that matters. Sandtail licked his whiskers and burped. He laid on his side, exposing a soft white under belly.
"I'm stuffed." He sighed, licking his paws. Dryleaf licked his head and grabbed what was left of the fish, taking it to a hole in the side of a beech tree. There, a puny sparrow and a silver minnow lay. She pushed the fish in the hole and padded back to Sandtail.
"We should make nests." she mewed, giving a few embarrassing licks to her chest.
"Nests?" Sandtail echoed.
"Well, we can't sleep in the open to be attacked by lions." Dryleaf retorted, flinging her tail in his face. Batting it away, Sandtail lunged and soft toppled her over.
"Okay, smarty-paw's we'll make nest," He snorted, gazing around the area. "but where?" Dryleaf looked around and saw a stump where it's roots had grown out and branched over like cobwebs.
"There!" Dryleaf squealed, nudging Sandtail off. Sandtail sniffed the stump and smiled.
"This could work." he mewed, running into the forest, bringing back a heap of moss.
"Nice." Dryleaf joked, seeing splinters in the moss. Sandtail dropped the moss and embarrassly plucked out the moss. Dryleaf leaned down and helped, sunshine gleamed on her orange pelt.
When the moss was cleaned, Dryleaf and Sandtail worked a bundle of tendrils and brambles along the sides of the stump. The den remined her of Thunderclan and made her heart ache.
"I know, it'll be okay, trust me." Sandtail mewed, nuzzling her shoulder. Dryleaf purred and licked his cheek. A warm breeze ruffled her fur and made her sneeze.
"Do you think anyone will find us?" Dryleaf murmured, looking up to the sky.
"No," Sandtail sighed. "we're miles away from home, they think we're dead." Dryleaf sighed and knew that this was true. If they can't find them, what if Starclan can't eather? Dryleaf shudderd at the thought and ran into the woods, in hopes to find any sign if food for tommorow.