- Jul 6, 2023
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𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 〰 Okay... they'd done it. The one big thing they needed out of the way had been accomplished- the overwhelming sense of dogged failure was a little lighter, they could sit a little straighter. No collar... a dead squirrel... finally, they were starting to look more and more like a proper warrior. Like the kind their friends looked like. Fussing over the wild tangles of fur at their chest, the black-striped cat waits in horrendous anticipation... She'd be back any time now and they'd have to just... blurt it out! If they hesitated, her eyes might become a distraction... her delicate coat might make them shy. It'd been on the tip of their tongue for ages now but sheer embarrassment (she was so far out of their league) had kept it a baited breath secret.
The undergrowth rustles and they are on their feet in a near-instant jump of excitement, claws kneaded so far into the dirt anyone could see the gouges aligned with their paws.
"Heyyy Cherryyyyypawwww," they chirp, trying not to get too overwhelmed by the anxious butterflies in their belly. Plodding up to her as if the world were unchanged, that things were easy and breezy as the coming new leaf air... Cheesy subconscious imaginings of strawberry-dappled fur tucked under their chin with the flowers in full bloom are shaken from their head with a very much physical effort.
Gesturing towards the fresh-kill pile, the daylight apprentice gives a small summary of their great success- "I managed to catch a mouse today!" In the heart of winter no less... maybe they weren't such a soft-pawed ninny after all. Tiny improvements unfolded themselves in slow time, as if their high spirits were being snuffed by intentional delay. It wouldn't stop them, as they moved head long into rambling.
"I was just thinking... about how we're gonna be warriors super soon...." Teeth drawn into a practiced smile, a summer-green gaze searching hers for recognition. "We've been friends a long time now huh? Like... not as long as you've known Lupinepaw obviously but.... nearly our whole lives! And uh..."
Don't stop! Run! The shrill cry of their own hesitation demands that the tongue keep moving, presses insistently to get to the good part, stop stalling, quit stating obvious facts. Squeezing their eyes shut, they scrunch up their nose as if preparing to have their ears cuffed by deft paws, "I really like you Cherrypaw! Like... a lot!! And not in just the 'we're best friends' kind of way I...."
Their mouth runs dry, already humiliated by the most profoundly unromantic way of admitting their desires. Nervously, they squint to peek at her again, begging for more than a face of discomfort or horror. "Is.... it okay? If we try it....?"
@Cherrypaw
The undergrowth rustles and they are on their feet in a near-instant jump of excitement, claws kneaded so far into the dirt anyone could see the gouges aligned with their paws.
"Heyyy Cherryyyyypawwww," they chirp, trying not to get too overwhelmed by the anxious butterflies in their belly. Plodding up to her as if the world were unchanged, that things were easy and breezy as the coming new leaf air... Cheesy subconscious imaginings of strawberry-dappled fur tucked under their chin with the flowers in full bloom are shaken from their head with a very much physical effort.
Gesturing towards the fresh-kill pile, the daylight apprentice gives a small summary of their great success- "I managed to catch a mouse today!" In the heart of winter no less... maybe they weren't such a soft-pawed ninny after all. Tiny improvements unfolded themselves in slow time, as if their high spirits were being snuffed by intentional delay. It wouldn't stop them, as they moved head long into rambling.
"I was just thinking... about how we're gonna be warriors super soon...." Teeth drawn into a practiced smile, a summer-green gaze searching hers for recognition. "We've been friends a long time now huh? Like... not as long as you've known Lupinepaw obviously but.... nearly our whole lives! And uh..."
Don't stop! Run! The shrill cry of their own hesitation demands that the tongue keep moving, presses insistently to get to the good part, stop stalling, quit stating obvious facts. Squeezing their eyes shut, they scrunch up their nose as if preparing to have their ears cuffed by deft paws, "I really like you Cherrypaw! Like... a lot!! And not in just the 'we're best friends' kind of way I...."
Their mouth runs dry, already humiliated by the most profoundly unromantic way of admitting their desires. Nervously, they squint to peek at her again, begging for more than a face of discomfort or horror. "Is.... it okay? If we try it....?"
@Cherrypaw