[lone]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Apurva blinked, hoping she'd said the right thing. looked at the tom out of the corner of her eyes, a strange warmth that made her feel uncomuncomfortable spreading like spiderwebs under her skin. She shifted so that her pelt didn't quite brush his as he sat down beside her. She turned away for a few seconds, teasing a tangle out of her medium lengthed pelt. Why do I feel this way? Why should I? She knew what if felt like to crush on somebody, but she also knew that it often ended with one cat left brokenhearted. She didn't wish that upon either of them, or anyone else who may like him. She stared at her paws, pausing from grooming her pelt. While the strong, rhythmic strokes of his tongue felt good, they also made her feel uncomfortably warm, and there was an odd fluttering feeling in her chest. She shook her head, then continued to groom out her fur with the help of Timberpaw. “Well, at least you don't look hurt.” she meowed faintly, fainter than she would've liked, but she didn't care much. She was indeed very glad he seemed unharmed, as she wasn't sure she would ever have been able to live with herself if he'd been harmed, or even killed in the battle, sure. He probably bore a few wounds, but he didn't seem badly hurt. She blinked, her expression unreadable and slightly unfocused, as she'd zoned out a bit, and was sort of staring off into space. As soon as Apurva realized that she was doing it, the calico corrected herself quickly. She was beginning to develope the habit of zoning out, and she wasn't so sure it was the best of habit. She felt the heat in her fur again, and looked up, still careful not to meet his gaze, as she wasn't sure she wanted to yet. Somehow, she knew this shouldn't be much different than having her brother groom her fur, but yet, it was. She wasn't sure how to explain it, it just... was. She wasn't quite sure what to do at this point, then she remembered something she'd been planning on doing, and wondered if it should wait until after she got a Clan name. Well, if I wait, I get to tell him that my name isn't Apurva. “What do you think my new name will be?” she murmured under her breath, then continued grooming a bloody patch of her fur.

Timberpaw looked up at her and managed a smile, his expression fairly friendly at the moment as he did so. It was rather- hard to tell quite what emotions the brown tom was feeling at the moment. His green hues were guarded, something he had given up on doing a while ago, and he looked almost ready to give up in frustration. "Y-yeah. Yeah, I uh, feel a lot better, um...you?" He asked awkwardly, returning his attention to her pelt. He continued to clean it, his thoughts far off for, her and everything else at the moment, and he appeared to be somewhat...unfocused, perhaps would be the right word for it. Unfocused and strangely enough, he even seemed a little off. Maybe if was just the fact that he was imagining the battle again, or maybe it was the harsh realization that he wasn't sure what he was feeling that brought him back, his green hues snapping upwards sharply and his expression changing into one of confusion rather than friendliness as his expression usually portrayed.
He looked to be in some far off world as his green hues trailed away from her again, and he signed a little. Was it so unusual for him to be uncomfortable? True; he had never been that good in social situations, flirting when things got too uncomfortable or personal, but this was Apirva. He could trust her...at least, that was what he believed. He wasn't quite sure whether he was ready to examine the possibility that he could actually like Apirva. As in, having a crush on her...but perhaps that was what it was. It would explain the weirdness and the sudden rush that this new and strange emotion gave him. Was this so confusing after all? Or was Timberpaw just trying to avoid the truth, trying to keep them both safe from the mystery and heartbreak that came along with having a crush? Besides, I don't stand a chance. She deserves somebody who can take care of her and give her the attention she deserves. I'm just not good at that. Timberpaw thought with a sigh and a dejected flick of his tail.
More than anything, he wanted to talk to her and tell her how he felt, but...these emotions were too new. It was too early for him to be sure, and it wouldn't be long before he would find out whether it was real or not. He heard her quiet mutter and that sent his own mind to thinking. Yeah...probably something pretty, like her...it's just a fact, not like I personally have noticed it... Timberpaw thought, embarrassment causing his pelt to heat up at an uncomfortable rate. He could hardly believe his own thoughts right now...was this what having a crush was? Having her on his mind all the time, barely able to look at her without his pelt getting set on fire?