Silhouetted against the orange sky was a broad-shouldered tom, his back turned to the empty clearing. An icy, strong wind mussed his fur, but he ignored the chill he felt on his skin. Eyes narrowed to slits he watched as the sun set slowly, watching as the orange sky faded to pink. The sky was pink when a smooth voice stirred him from his thoughts. "So this is where you ran off to." A lean figure leaped up beside him, its dark eyes warm. It seated itself beside the tom, turning her expectant gaze on him. The lithe female glared at him. "You're no fun!" she pouted. Then he was unconcious. "...ar!"