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

Crimson started licking himself, but then her head. He gave her a cow lick.
Willow swatted at him playfully with her good paw. She had not practiced balancing on her hind feet, thus she fell. The tortie she-cat scrambled to a sitting position, hot with embarrassment.
 
"I think it looks nice on you," Crimson teased, butting her with his head to help her up. He smoothed it back and began grooming the back of her neck, the spot other cats always start with, because it is a hard spot to reach.
 
Willow purred before grooming Crimson's neck and working her way down to his shoulder.
 

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