[Bella~]

Originally Posted by Noire

Coldhearted scanned the area, just to find a nice spot of where he would be able to relax. Relax and settle down into a comfortable state. He would had loved to move back into the Warriors' den but thought best not to, so as he continued to limp towards a good spot, he stole a glance towards Cloverwhisker. He purred lightly at her touch, and stopped at once at realizing his sudden affection for the she cat was growing. "Eh, no problem." His green eyes blinked at her from the sudden appreciation, and he settled himself down in a nice spot. Far enough from the other cats, but close enough to know it was sort of shadowclan's territory. The tom began to groom himself, cleaning himself from the dirt and dried blood that made him feel uncleaned. He noticed the lack of chatter coming from his companion, so he lifted his head to look at the grey feline. "You alright?" He asked her softly. It was perfect enough for him to show his kindred side. Something that he didn't want to be judged about if he were in the company of the other cats. Without their prying eyes on them, Coldhearted felt that he was good enough to be himself. "You seem very...thoughtful." He assumed, softly. His voice carrying on a deep husky whisper. He used his tail to slither it around the she cat in a comfortable manner.

She blinked and shook her head "Oh..It's nothing, I'm fine.." She she offered him a forced smile before returning to her quiet state