~A Wisp of Sand~ a a desert cat tribe rp

Crimson laid his ear flat, but as he did, he realised that she had done that to distract him He tried to throw her off, but her grip was too tight. He fell down to try to roll her off.
Willow sprang off of him, but quickly jumped back on and pinned him down.
 
Willow pushed one of his legs to the ground with a hind paw. She nipped his throat softly, which was supposed to be the 'kill-bite', before instinctively licking the spot where she nipped him.
"You got me," Crimson said before throwing her off with a thrust of his legs.
 
Willow landed on all fours. She sat there looking at Crimson, her gaze was soft.
"Good job," he said. He might have been going easy on her, (he was a lot bigger) but that was enough training for then. "Now that the poor cat Oleander isn't so overwhelmed, we could visit her. Or go see the Thunderers. Or do what you want to do." Crimson said awkwardly. (I may have forgotten the Thunderers.) One trumpeted a ways away because it had been forgotten.
 
"Good job," he said. He might have been going easy on her, (he was a lot bigger) but that was enough training for then. "Now that the poor cat Oleander isn't so overwhelmed, we could visit her. Or go see the Thunderers. Or do what you want to do." Crimson said awkwardly. (I may have forgotten the Thunderers.) One trumpeted a ways away because it had been forgotten.
"Er.." Willow didn't know what she wanted to do. "We can do both? Go visit the Thunderers, then Oleander."
 
"Er.." Willow didn't know what she wanted to do. "We can do both? Go visit the Thunderers, then Oleander."
"Ok," Crimson said. He wandered over to find the solititude he often sought in the Thunderers.
 

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