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Your character likes something about a Clanmate -- it could be something about their appearance, the way they talk, etc. Do they tell them? How do they feel about it?
Green is a deadly color, and yet so beautiful at the same time.
Fireflypaw remembers the very way that Greenpaw looked at him when he snuck into the medicine den to visit him; the fear, the nervousness. He was terrified of being caught by Dawnglare, being scolded for spreading his namesake like a disease. But he was no disease, at least not to Firefly. If one were to ask him what he liked about Greenpaw, it'd be his eyes- almost instantly. He's never had good vision, but the beautiful emerald hues that his friend sported were nothing to joke about. They were like fresh mint, refreshing and pretty to look at. He likes when the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way he sheepishly tries to look away from Firefly when he compliments him.
The medicine cat apprentice couldn't find anything that spoke negatively towards his friend. Even when his eyes were shut, he knew when Greenpaw was around. He knew his scent like the back of his paw, after all. And when Greenpaw leaned into him, burying his face into his neck for comfort; Firefly almost always obliged. He didn't like it when people doubted him, and Greenpaw didn't deserve any of the doubt that his mentor instilled into him. He's taken to leaving little treats and gifts for Greenpaw as of late; he's noticed that more often. His accessories, his smell- he wanted to be minty, to remind Greenpaw that everything was okay.
That he was still good. That he wasn't cursed.
Fireflypaw shuffles away from the pile of herbs he was messing with, watching his friend in the distance as he jokes with other apprentices.
That he's safe, here within these walls.
Green is a deadly color, and yet so beautiful at the same time.
Fireflypaw remembers the very way that Greenpaw looked at him when he snuck into the medicine den to visit him; the fear, the nervousness. He was terrified of being caught by Dawnglare, being scolded for spreading his namesake like a disease. But he was no disease, at least not to Firefly. If one were to ask him what he liked about Greenpaw, it'd be his eyes- almost instantly. He's never had good vision, but the beautiful emerald hues that his friend sported were nothing to joke about. They were like fresh mint, refreshing and pretty to look at. He likes when the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way he sheepishly tries to look away from Firefly when he compliments him.
The medicine cat apprentice couldn't find anything that spoke negatively towards his friend. Even when his eyes were shut, he knew when Greenpaw was around. He knew his scent like the back of his paw, after all. And when Greenpaw leaned into him, burying his face into his neck for comfort; Firefly almost always obliged. He didn't like it when people doubted him, and Greenpaw didn't deserve any of the doubt that his mentor instilled into him. He's taken to leaving little treats and gifts for Greenpaw as of late; he's noticed that more often. His accessories, his smell- he wanted to be minty, to remind Greenpaw that everything was okay.
That he was still good. That he wasn't cursed.
Fireflypaw shuffles away from the pile of herbs he was messing with, watching his friend in the distance as he jokes with other apprentices.
That he's safe, here within these walls.
