[lone]

Originally Posted by Fawn

Tawnypaw shook with silent laughter as the tom scrambled to correct himself multiple times. "Alright," she mewed, "Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable." Her sentence ended with a yawn, her mouth opening widely as she inhaled deeply, the yawn ending in a sigh.

"This is nice," she murmured, smiling drowsily at Thunderpaw, "I'm really glad that we can do this again." Dispite being accompanied by odd, new feelings this time, this was like old times, old times that were the best tines of Tawnypaw's life so far. She never really hung out with anyone before except Thunderpaw, and before Thunderpaw, she had no one. She used to be mean to everyone, but Thunderpaw showed her a better way to act; not bitter towards every cat she came across. The tom truly changed her attitude towards everything for the best, and she coule never be more grateful to her best friend for that. She felt herself drifting off, the happy thoughts of her only friend wafting around in her mind. And she fell asleep with those thoughts of the grey tom, a smile on her face as she closed her heavy eyelids and allowed herself to fall into the abyss of sleep.

The grey tom glanced over at her, his blue hues narrowing in mock anger for a moment before he relaxed and began to laugh out loud. "Yeah. Always looking out for me, aren't you?" He asked, stopping with a slight purr. He yawned after her, blue hues closing completely for a moment before he curled up more tightly. Ever since he was a kit, Thunderpaw used to curl up in a small ball...it made him feel more safe, more secure.
And even now, at the age of 11 moons, he curled up in a ball. He could still feel Tawnypaw's soft, thick pelt against his own shorter one. "Yeah. Feels just like when we were younger. Good times," He mewed sleepily, yawning once more before curling his tail around himself. The tip of it lay on his muzzle- which made him feel like he was going to sneeze, and yet he never did. He felt Tawnypaw fall asleep beside him, but before he could follow her into the unconcious realm of sleep, his thoughts turned to her, each side of his brain battling.
She's pretty, isn't she? Nope. Really. Then why are you still looking at her? Cause I can.
She's your best friend. She'll understand if you tell her. Tell her what?
That you-
Before his thoughts could finish, Thunderpaw quickly closed his hues tighter and let sleep take over his own tired body as well. He was exhausted. And this was no time for him to be thinking of things like that. I'll figure it out later, was his last thought before sleep overtook him completely.

(Timeskip???)