[Random Melody]

Originally Posted by Empress Of Evil

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.

Snowstar turned her attention to Stormstrike as he spoke again and Fennelnose had left the den. The young leader managed a smile at her mate, her ice blue eyes flickering with affection. "Better." She admitted, ears pricking. Today was one of her good days, she knew that, and she would milk it for all it was worth. Because she didnt like being snappy. It wasnt her. "How are you?" The Siamese grinned softly, letting her nose gently bump against Stormstrike's shoulder. "Roarclaw isnt on your tail anymore right?" She purred.