Post by venus on Jan 20, 2024 14:11:48 GMT -6
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mothdapple |  | 'cause you're my religion, you're how i'm livin', |
“Just don’t go to anyone else to lean on if you’re cold.”
For days, Wispfang's last words rang in her mind on repeat, sending a flurry of nervous butterflies alive in her belly. Though his words seemed direct, she couldn't help but wonder if she misinterpreted him. Surely, he hadn't meant he was...taking a liking to her and wanted to get to know one another exclusively? She wanted to believe that, but there was something so enigmatic about the tom she was afraid to make any assumptions.
Mothdapple found herself unintentionally avoiding him in her nervous state, focusing on her duties and ducking any questions Cloverface and Briarpelt had about the situation. She returned from the early hunting patrol with little to offer due to her cloud-headed state, padding back to the den with the intention of collecting herself.
When she made it to her nest, she stopped in her tracks, confusion settling over her features. There, lying plainly for all to see was a small bunch of beautiful white flowers and a few creamy gold dove feathers. She reached out and ran a pad along one of them, feeling their softness. Who had put these here? And why? Or perhaps someone had the intention of weaving them into their own nest and accidentally placed them in hers? Not wanting to mess with them if that was the case, Mothdapple retreated back out of the den and walked into camp, her eyes on her paws.
Suddenly she would feel herself bump into something large and solid, looking up to see Wispfang standing before her. Embarrassment heated her entire pelt, her ears flicking back. "Oh! Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." she meowed, peering at him from under her lashes. Why was she so mouse-brained?!
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