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Originally Posted by Random Melody
Snowstar stirred in her nest when she heard her name being called softly, the familiar voice reaching her ears. The Siamese cracked her ice blue eyes open and moved her head up a bit to look at her mate, and relief immediately flooded her gaze. Even if she was snappy all the time, even toward Stormstrike, she attempted to curb her temper around him, knowing how sensitive he could be. Besides, she wasnt feeling particularly snappy at the moment, although she knew that could change in a matter of seconds, too. The young leader pushed herself up to sit up, fixing her mate with soft blue eyes. All she had to do was stay calm for Stormstrike right now.
"Hey, Stormy." Her voice was slightly hoarse, as she'd been sleeping. The young she-cat shifted in her nest, allowing her jaws to gape in a small yawn before shaking her head, blinking back the sleepiness in her eyes. |
The stormy pelted warrior jumped slightly at the sound of her voice. His ears swivelled around in the direction of the she-cat’s voice and he turned his whole body to look at her. His pale blue orbs narrowed as he let his eyes adjust to the darkness. Finally, he spotted the shape of her figure amongst the dimness of the den and a small smile formed on his maw. “Hey,” he responded softly. She didn’t appear to be in as snappy a mood as usual. He padded his way over to her and sat himself down next to the young leader. His parted his jaws to speak when suddenly a voice interrupted him.
He turned his head curiously and looked in the direction of the den entrance. Despite the little amount of light that the den offered, the warrior could just make out the shape of Fennelnose. He didn’t say anything as Snowstar and Fennelnose exchanged words, listening curiously all the while. An eye raised at the mention of Remorapaw being in the ShadowClan medicine cat den. What had they done to end up there? Stormstrike wondered, perplexed at the thought. He didn’t need to think about it for much longer as the deputy left the den and he now had the chance to speak.
Shaking his head to knock himself out of his daydream, he looked back at Snowstar and tried to remember what he was going to say. “How are you doing?” Stormstrike asked, looking at her lovingly. He still couldn’t believe that only a moon ago he’d finally gathered up the courage to confess. As an apprentice, he wouldn’t even have been able to dream of doing something else. He was weak, until then. The best thing was that he hadn’t been rejected. The feelings had been mutual and he’d been able to avoid any rejection. A rejection would’ve absolutely shattered him and Stormstrike doubted he would ever be able to face the Siamese again. It would’ve been fear, sadness, shame and embarrassment keeping him away. It made the grey furred warrior wonder, how many cats had ever been rejected? Hopefully there wasn’t a large amount of cats, or that would be rather disappointing. At least it wasn’t his sensitive heart that had been targeted.
Although things had changed, the warrior was glad that things hadn’t changed that much. They were still the best of friends and that wasn’t ever going to change. He was happy to keep it that way.