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Originally Posted by Charmer
Thistlepaw listened, his amber eyes focused completely on his den mate as she talked about her injury. A small sigh of relief escaped him. "I'm glad it's healing. If you're up for it. Maybe in a little bit we can maybe, possibly, go on a walk? ...Together?" The little tom's face flushed and he looked away and began to busily stir the dirt in front of his nest, "But, you know, it's ok if you're not feeling up to it."
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Chanterellepaw smirked as she saw Thistlepaw distract himself. He was definitely flustered.
" No, no, I would love to go." As she spoke, the apprentice was shocked to feel a slight warmth creep into her cheeks. What? She
never got flustered! She would joke flirt with cats all the time, what difference is there with Thistlepaw? Chanterellepaw couldn't possibly believe that she had a crush on a small little tom like him. No offense to Thistle, of course, his Amber eyes were quite cute, but... The she cat still couldn't comprehend her feelings. She wasn't very good at that. Luckily, she was good at
masking her emotions. Her countenance formed into a amused but kind expression, one she wore often.
"When should we go, Thistle?" She liked giving cats little pet names, it gave her a sense of control and made the other cat usually flustered or angry. The reactions were beautiful.