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Lame title is lame pffft.
alt title: Tumbleweed

Anyway here's a scene between myself and Puddlepawproductions that just makes my heart super happy hhhh <3

[...]

Even at this speed it was not hard to stay behind the tom, for he just let the wind guide him and so did Desertblaze. She didn't have to waste a single thought on turning or running or anything, really, because her limbs and body moved so naturally with the wind at her heels. A surge of great excitement and vitality sparked in her and spread through her body until she felt as if she was going to explode with joy. Feeling even happier than she had in a long time, the cream coloured molly joined in her companion's joyful yowls.
Desertblaze's momentum carried her faster and faster still until her legs couldn't keep up with the rest of her body anymore and she tumbled over. She let herself roll over and over, down a small slope, until she finally came to a stop where she flopped onto her back, sending a cloud of pollen into the air when she hit the soft, grassy ground as a joyous laugh laugh rose from her maw, heartily and resonant in the fresh spring air.

Brackenfire raced on, though he felt that he had reached the climax of his energy, he began to slow down. In doing so, he glanced behind him to find that his companion was no longer at his heels. Only out of the corner of his eye did he see the sandy-colored she-cat tumble down the hill. Veering from his path sharply, the dark ginger tom threw up grass and dirt in his wake as he turned in her direction. Gliding down the hill, Brackenfire's paw caught in the lip of a rabbit hole and sent him tumbling down the hill after Desertblaze. Each bump battered his being and knocked the air from him. Coming to the bottom, the tom fell into a roll and toppled over Desertblaze whom had already come to a stop at the bottom. While his body was now splayed next to the she-cat his head and forearm laid on top of her. Brackenfire couldn't help but chuckle as he began to pull himself off of the she-cat. "Between the two of us, we're not very graceful, are we?"

[...]

25+10+10=45

Brackenfire © Puddlepawproductions

Description
Lame title is lame pffft.
alt title: Tumbleweed

Anyway here's a scene between myself and Puddlepawproductions that just makes my heart super happy hhhh <3

[...]

Even at this speed it was not hard to stay behind the tom, for he just let the wind guide him and so did Desertblaze. She didn't have to waste a single thought on turning or running or anything, really, because her limbs and body moved so naturally with the wind at her heels. A surge of great excitement and vitality sparked in her and spread through her body until she felt as if she was going to explode with joy. Feeling even happier than she had in a long time, the cream coloured molly joined in her companion's joyful yowls.
Desertblaze's momentum carried her faster and faster still until her legs couldn't keep up with the rest of her body anymore and she tumbled over. She let herself roll over and over, down a small slope, until she finally came to a stop where she flopped onto her back, sending a cloud of pollen into the air when she hit the soft, grassy ground as a joyous laugh laugh rose from her maw, heartily and resonant in the fresh spring air.

Brackenfire raced on, though he felt that he had reached the climax of his energy, he began to slow down. In doing so, he glanced behind him to find that his companion was no longer at his heels. Only out of the corner of his eye did he see the sandy-colored she-cat tumble down the hill. Veering from his path sharply, the dark ginger tom threw up grass and dirt in his wake as he turned in her direction. Gliding down the hill, Brackenfire's paw caught in the lip of a rabbit hole and sent him tumbling down the hill after Desertblaze. Each bump battered his being and knocked the air from him. Coming to the bottom, the tom fell into a roll and toppled over Desertblaze whom had already come to a stop at the bottom. While his body was now splayed next to the she-cat his head and forearm laid on top of her. Brackenfire couldn't help but chuckle as he began to pull himself off of the she-cat. "Between the two of us, we're not very graceful, are we?"

[...]

25+10+10=45

Brackenfire © Puddlepawproductions