The meadow.

Jayfeather stood under the tree, clawed by guilt. He shouldn't have snapped at Half Moon like that. But didn't she see how foolish it was to walk outside of camp alone and at night? He flicked his ears at a gentle rustling in the undergrowth. He turnd towrads it, wondering if he might be able to catch some prey.

Half Moon emerged from the tall grass, her plume-like tail waving in greeting. "Jayfeather, would you like to go for a walk with me?" She asked, trying to be diplomatic.

Suprised and delighted, Jayfeather nodded. "I - I'm sorry Half Moon," he stammered, hoping he could see how much he cared for his mate, just in his eyes. "You know how I am," he grumbled, "I'm no good at expressing my feelings." He padded towards Half Moon and pressed his pelt against hers. "Please forgive me,"

"Of course I forgive you, you stupid furball," She meowed fondly. She cuffed him over the ear with a sheathed paw. "Come on, let's go pick some flowers for our kits," she turned away and raced towards the other side of the meadow.

Jayfeather pranced after Half Moon, his heart as light as his paws. He pounced at Half Moon, and although he was blind, he landed squarly on her shoulders. "Aha! Got you!" He meowed before bouncing away.

Half Moon reared onto her hind legs. She landed heavily on Jayfeather and pinned him down. She gripped his scruff in her jaws. "I got you too," she taunted. She let go of his scruff and groomed the fur she had dsturbed. "Let's get those flowers befre we smoosh all of them," She pushed off of him and padded towards a good bunch of wildflowers.

Jayfeather listened to Half Moon's careful, direct paws. She would be a great mentor - she would definatly be patient. He quietly moved forwrad and helped his mate picked flowers. He hoped he wasn' grabbing flowers that were ugly or smoothed. He could smell thier fragrance though and that should be enough for him.

He soon had a good sized pile. He picked them up in his teeth. "Come on, Half Moon," He mumbled around their strong smelling stems.

Half Moon looked fondly at the tail-side of her mate. His fur was so glossy and clean. How did he keep it like that constantly? She looked at her fur, it wasn't nearly as perfect. She picked up her bundle of flowers - they were mostly yellow with a couple of red ones. Jayfeather had more red ones and even a blue one. He had followed his nose to the bigger ones; the beautiful ones. Half Moon padded after him, fondness for her mate settling over her like an extra pelt. At least she didn't feel cold.

Jayfeather stopped once, to inhale the sweet scents of the forest from up ahead. He could imagine how it must look; strong, hearty trees with bare branches, doing thier best to survive this leaf-bare. He was glad that he waasn't a loner, forced to face these harsh winter nights alone. He looked at Half Moon, catching up to him. Her paws are so dainty. They hardly make a sound when she walks. In his mind's eye, he could imagine Half Moon - shining like the moon she was named after, glossy and looking like cold frost. He was grateful that she wasn't as cold hearted as her color. "Come on, let's hurry, I'm freezing,"

He didn't add that he was worried about Half Moon catching a cold. He didn't want her to know how often he worried about her. He rasped his tongue over Half Moon's ear as she passed him. "Those flowers smell lovely," he meowed as he picked up his bundle again.

Half Moon padded out of the clearing, heading towards the camp. She felt warm all over, despite the chilly air. It was nice to stretch her legs. She had been in the nursery for nearly three weeks now, and she was glad to be getting some fresh air.

Jayfeather glanced around, his ears pricked at the sound of the wind rushing through the meadow. He turend away and followed after Half Moon.

(By the way, to all that are reading this, we thought - Half Moon and I - that this entry here needed a nice little story. XD I hope you enjoyed it.)

Half Moon emerged into the nursery and snuggled down by her kits. The scent of the meadow clung to her and in her jaws was a bundle of flowers. She placed the flowers on the ground, away from the other queens and thier kits, hoping that they wouldn't get smashed in the night.