For the following moons, Tigerbreeze had caught himself in quite...a pickle. As that was best to describe it using lack of better words. To say the least, he was confused with where he stood. Each relationship he cornered himself into, it only got worse on his end. He was happy, no doubt, to have Desertpelt in his life. She was his best friend, after all! He proclaimed that he was in love with her. In his mind, he knew it was wrong. It was
deadly to love a she cat borne into another clan. Especially, considering the recent fight with opposing clan. Tigerbreeze honestly didn’t know where he stood in Desertpelt’s heart. One moment, he was for sure. So
confident that Desertpelt was ready to strip everything she knew and come to join Thunderclan. Where he imagined, they lived a tranquil, happy life with less burdens and worries. However, that was selfish on his end, as he must knew she had family that she didn’t want to stray too far from. So, Tigerbreeze tried to lounge in the ideal of finding the perfect Thunderclan she cat that could top his affection for the Shadowclan warrior. Being Tigerbreeze, the
ever-so-smooth flirt, his attention was a fleeting thing, making him appear quite ignorant when he held pretty eye candy nuzzingly against him.
It...wasn’t enough.
Tigerbreeze was a self-efficient tom. As he believed and knew all too well, he was athletically fit, the charmer, the goofy fellow - every
molly’s dream! So, why was it -
for the life he couldn’t understand - so hard to keep himself planted into the heart of
one. Possibly, he was a bit too picky. Or, he was waiting for Desertpelt to see how much happiness he could get out of her, and how much he could give her. He’s always been quite taken with her anyway, but recently, the Bengal tom had been feeling discouraged in himself. Considering to be deficient in the emotion he refuses to address, Tigerbreeze unshamelessly flirted until his heart was content.
And, boy, did he ever! Although, most times it wasn’t a positive experience, and other times, he’s shown to be quite full of himself...it was never enough. Perhaps, he indulged into a greedy trait that was ever hard to appease him. What Tigerbreeze didn’t notice was that everyday he’d come to the border of Riverclan, peering across the river to see if he could spot a nearby familiar pelt. He was hoping to catch a glimpse of
her. Tigerbreeze didn’t know much of anything about Wildfire, but he knew that if anyone asked of her character, he could simply talk an entire book about her. Not knowing much information about her - such as her preferred prey, or the position she liked to relax in, or even her favorite activities...Tigerbreeze liked her.
She definitely wasn’t a bad looker other...at all. The most amazing thing he saw in their friendship was the fact that he could be...
himself.
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Ryder