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Originally Posted by Solstice!
yeah.
the battle happened.
and milkweed had fought in it just like everyone else. but there had been so many rumors that windygale had..died. and when he found out that it was true, he was broken for a bit. while he hadnt known the tom for long it scared him to think of his life without him. not just because they connected so quickly, but just his presense in general. he enjoyed it. and to think that he had died for a moment was scary. he had gotten so scared. it took awhile to even want to approach him again, in fear of losing him again. granted, milkweed hadnt suffered much loss in his life, but this had been a slap in the face. windy had asked to meet him in his den so he complied. it was night, the cool hair ruffling his fur slightly as he walked into the warm den. it still reeked of goldenstars scent, but this was windys home now. he was leader. he didnt know what to say, usually hed greet him with warm smiles and purrs, but there was..some sort of awkwardness, now.
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Windystar was almost anxious. He called Milkweed in because Windy knew that he’d cheer him up. They had become friends (or at least he hoped) so quickly, and he knew that he probably shouldn’t just rush into friendships or relationships like that. But... something about Milkweed’s calm demeanor and friendly prescence made him take all of his guard down. As Milkweed approached him, he got ready to get up and greet him but something was... off. The snowy feline was silent and awkward. Not at all like his usual self. “Milkweed,” he said, obvious confusion in his higher pitched voice. “I - is something wrong?” ‘Did I do something wrong?’ He rose to his paws, but didn’t take a step nearer. Something was wrong, and he wanted to help. He couldn’t have something creating awkwardness and distance between them. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked shakily, finally voicing his concern. His head dropped at that, large, dull amber eyes attempting to meet Milkweed’s.