[Hexict]

@Clover


The tom noticed Blessed's fur beginning to fluff up, but he decided he was too exhausted to think about too much about it. Rock wasn't the best at reading others anyway. Due to living on his own for most of his life, he basically only knew hostile expressions - or pretty much anything that was straight forward and obvious. So he wasn't sure what Blessed could be thinking at that moment. Probably something I said, he shrugged it off.

As they both gathered what they could in order to make a nest, he began to wonder what would happen in the morning. They had agreed upon resting for the night in order to stay warm and gather their energy, but they never said what they would do when they woke up. He was sure that he wouldn't gain too much energy from just one night - especially since he would spending it with a stranger in a strange cave in a strange clearing with little supply for a nest. His grey fur prickled a bit at the thought. Rock doubted that they would just go their separate ways. This was a nice clearing, he certainly didn't wish to leave it and wasn't sure if Blessed would either.

When they both met up again to see what they had gathered, he was still cautious towards her. Despite being unaware and oblivious towards emotions he still felt that something suddenly seemed... off about the silver molly. When their gaze met, she didn't seem to look away at first and he was unsure as to why that was. Rock felt a bit self-conscious due to this. The tom did notice her ears blush and at first he believed it to be because of the temperature. But when she began speaking she seemed flustered and awkward now, where before she had spoken clearly. "Yeah, we should probably take them to the cave now. Maybe we should sleep soon... I mean, the more we sleep the better right?" He mewed, his tone a bit gruff still.

The dull tabby stiffened as he began to suspect something. Does she... like me? He felt his out pelt heat up at the thought of Blessed possibly forming a crush towards him. No, we hardly know each other. We're practically strangers... but just the thought of her feeling that way towards him made Rock start thinking himself. Sure Blessed was actually quite beautiful, with her silver pelt and sparkling blue orbs, not to mention that she seemed strong... Rock shook his head. He wanted to block the thoughts away. Blessed was beautiful and strong and that scared him.
His whole life he was trying to prove that he was strong enough to live on his own, and that caused him to become distrustful towards other and he feared that becoming close to someone would just weaken him. And if he fell for Blessed, then he would trust her and that trust would bring down his walls and leave him vulnerable and weak.

And even though he didn't want that to happen, the though and possibility was now already in his head.