LOVE ON ME ✦ MILKTHORN

[Mallowtail]

The breeze of Leafbare nipped through her short coat as she shivers, "Uwaa! It's so cold..." Mallowtail grumbles through chattering teeth as she spots Milkthorn in her peripheral. Was he feeling better after his incident with Duskclanners? Determined to join her denmate, the cream sepia sprints ahead, her bright gaze unseeing of the slippery ground below. "Milkthorn~! What are you up to?" She calls with a thrill as she waves her long tail in greeting as she gets closer, a grin parting her lips. Soon her paws hit the icy ground as she launches forth, stumbling forth.

"Gyaah! I-I'm gonna crash! Move, Milk!"

Mallowtail calls out, panicked as she tries to stop her inevitable fall. Her paws eventually part from the ground as she crashes forth, either landing into Milkthorn, or the ground before her - she didn't want to know! How embarrassing was this? A groan releases from the moor runner as she raises a paw to rub her head as she glances at the other warrior to check if she's crashed into him or if he escaped in time. "The ground was slippery... Why did leafbare come early this season?" Mallowtail would question with a click of her tongue before bowing her head in apology. I hope I didn't hurt him! Imagine if she had to escort him to the medicine den because she reopened some of his wounds?

As temperatures continue to drop, the resulting frost is no joke. Watch out - the icy ground is slippery! @milkthorn.

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[milkthorn.]

The cold nipped at his ears, nose, and paws. At his injuries, that felt raw with the winds that blew through camp. Still so fresh, so tender- but he did not complain, fretting scornful gazes and breaths of disbelief. It could be worse. He reminded himself. The rosetted sepia let out a foggy breath, curling a thin tail against scruffy fur as he tried to huddle against himself for warmth.

She came from his blind side, ear perking before his head turned, and already it was too late. She slid on her haunches, barreling towards him full force. Slender body tumbled into his, her muzzle smacking straight into his own scarred muzzle- and he could feel the heat rise in his ears and cheeks as their faces and heads collided.

Milkthorns ears folded backwards in embarrassing, offering a smirky grin as he rubbed the back of his own head feeling his head press into shoulder blades. "Oh- oh no worries, Mallowtail! I uh, wasn't doing much but wondering the same. I have to take it easy and um, all, so um... Just resting from my morning patrol," he finally answered. Bashful, embarrassed, his head moving to lick the fur over his chest injury, as if to cover the heart that felt like it was beating out of his chest.

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