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Originally Posted by Solstice!
"anything for you, windygale." he said simply. and he meant it, too. he could sense the..warrior was calming down alot more, which made milkweed happier. he didnt know what compelled him to, but he leaned downward, rasping his tongue along the other males cheek, a thick purr rumbling from the back of his fur signalling he was comfortable. he felt content. while he met windygale only recently, he always felt close to him on some sort of level after comforting him. from what he could tell he was a bit of a nervous guy but that was nothing that they couldnt work through together. pulling away, he gazed at him again. milkweed had been through alot in his life time, and what he had been through it was hard to believe that he came out to be so calm and level headed, overcoming his issues. its what strived him to help other people,including windygale. as a kit milkweed had been just as anxious and closed off, mainly because of his mother and her treatment towards him. at the time, he was convinced she hated him. hell never know the answer to that, she was long gone and there was no closure he could get now, so he tried to let it go. he wanted to help windygale to the same. "how about we share some freshkill? might aswell enjoy the chilly sun before its leafbare." |
The fluffy tom felt his face flush. It was a good thing it didn't show - he could feel his whole face light up. More of a calm, natural smile formed on his soft features. Maybe it was his smile that encouraged Milkweed, he'll never know. But the next thing he knew, The larger tom had run his tongue along his cheek. He felt his heartbeat jump, but not because of Goldenstar or anything regarding the peacemaker rallies. He felt the warmth spread to his whole body as Milkweeds warm, rumbling purr enveloped his senses. Windygale could feel the warmth from Milkweeds fur and from his gentle purr around him, and he never wanted to move. Milkweed made the choice for him. Golden eyes met amber once more. Windygale knew he had a stupid grin on his face, he had enjoyed it. But no matter how hard he tried [not very hard, honestly] the grin stayed on his face. As the other cat spoke. Widygale nodded. "That sounds fantastic." His response almost came as a relaxed sigh, all signs of distress had gone from his features and the cat he was before his deputyship was prominent. He stood up clumsily, letting out a small chuckle. His limbs were shaky, but he started walking toward the fresh-kill pile, hoping Milkweed would follow suit.
[this is late im sorry kalllll </3]