"Yup, I remember you. You were tiny when I last saw you. You certainly made it through than the desert better than me." River's pelt was shiny and she looked healthy, while his was rough and stuck to him in sharp angles.
Crimson decided to pull her away to train more.
Willow followed him. "More training?" She asked.
"Yup," Crimson said. (I have to go to bed.)
River smiled and glanced at the ground, then back up at him. "You looked a lot bigger when I last saw you." She joked. "How are the tribe cats like Cory, Locus, and the others? I mean- are- are they still- you know... alive?"
(Night!
)
)
Crimson pushed her out of his face with a surprised hiss. He swatted hers with a velvetted paw.(Night!
Willow started to look behind her before trying to catch Crimson off guard and pouncing on his face. (
"Better?" Willow asked, twitching her whiskers in amusement. She watched Crimson to see if she saw any signs that he would pounce.
"Well, if pouncing on my face would do damage..." said Crimson. As she tensed her muscles in focus he pounced on her back, then trying to roll her over.
