[graves]

Originally Posted by pupy

Somewhere, in the thick forests of sleep, a dreamer slumbers, the steady rhythm of his breathing mirrored, never changing. Ploverpaw was completely, absolutely, infinitely unaware of the fact that he and Arrowpaw had more in common than he had thought, and yet, he knew more than he could ever hoped to, deep down. In the patched apprentice’s heart of hearts, he yearned for something more of their companionship, and he was close, so very close to getting what he wanted: soon, the fog of unawareness would lift, they would go on about their lives, and although he did not know it, the strings of fate began to pull him along: bit by steady bit, of course.
In the thick forests of sleep, Ploverpaw slumbered. Perhaps he would awaken with more understanding in the morning, but for now…
He slept.

With his nervous nature she should have felt like a nervous wreck at this new information. But when he really thought about it, he knew. He knew he had feelings along time ago. He leaned his head up a bit, having a clearing vision of the other tom through green hues.
"I love you."
He knew the sweet nothing would never be heard, would never be noticed, affections may never be returned. It should scare him, it should make him nervous. But it was Plover he was talking about. Whatever he felt he wouldnt ruin a friendship and nothing would change their bond. He drew his tongue across the other boys forehead before settling back down, nuzzling his head in his friends thick pelt and closing his eyes and too, allowing sleep to take over him.