Here's an additional drabble you guys might like.


It was Christine's turn to go stealing tonight. Erik sat atop a small box in the alley watching Nyx and Hemera wrestle. Hemera's fur was now covered in dirt and mud as was Nyx's. Though it was more noticeable on Hemera as her fur was pure white and Nyx's pure black. Suddenly, Hemera scurried from the ball of fur and ran about, knocking over a tower of sheet metal with a loud clang. She was oblivious to the sound, Nyx not so much. Nyx pounced on Hemera to stop her from causing more of a ruckus. Erik scratched the piece of metal beside him to gain the kitten's attention. Nyx looked up at him and following her lead, so did Hemera. Erik nodded his head for the two to come over to him and so they did, curling up on his right side. Erik sang a soft lullaby for them to sleep while watching the other little black and white cat come down the alley, a mouse in her jaws. The kittens were asleep before Christine could even make it to Erik. She jumped up beside him and dropped the mouse. He nuzzled her head, white particles falling to the ground. "Where did all this salt come from?" Erik asked softly.

"The butcher had not yet left and spotted me," Christine replied just as quietly.

"Ah," Erik said, beginning to lick the salt from between her ears. Christine nuzzled his chest as he did so. She began pulling apart the mouse and eating small pieces at a time. Erik took a few pieces every so often, the salt incredibly overpowering. With a final lick, Erik whispered: "I love you." Christine looked up and replied with a lick to his chin. They both curled up to each other, Christine with her head draped over Erik's stomach and Erik paws softly stroking Christine's back.

Little did they know, that high above the alley, unremarkable danger lurked...

~FIN~


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