Alderheart opened his mouth to speak, and shrugged. "Okay."

Needletail sighed relief, but quickly slapped her tail over her mouth. She couldn't help but wonder, which cat was the personal slave? She shook it off and padded out as Darktail walked away. "Thanks for saving our butts back there," she whispered.

Alderheart purred, smiling, "Anyone would do so for two prettys."

Alderheart admired her posture, making Needletail raise an eyebrow. Sleekwhisker came out, stretching. "But did you have to wake us?"

Needletail sighed. "Typical Sleekwhisker."

She padded over to the she-cat, and steered her towards the fresh-kill pile. "Maybe there's a fat juicy mouse," she said in a soothing voice, "waiting just for you."

Sleekwhisker let a drop of drool slide out of her mouth, not because of the mouse, but because of Alderheart. He was a handsome, he made her pleasure senses scream. She wanted something from him. Alderheart. His member would slip into her tiny little core, and - "Sleekwhisker! Get your head out of the clouds!"

Needletail. Sleekwhisker shook her head. That's who Alderheart would always want.