[Clover]

Originally Posted by Cloudy

Unlike Geckoleaf's body, Cougarstorm's sagged with emotion; he wanted to understand his lover's reasoning, but it seemed contrary to reason. "So," he meowed, his gaze indignanat, "the clans, and cats who probably want to kill you are more important than me? I see, this whole 'love' thing is just an act to push my buttons." Without another word, he turned on his heel and fled; before he tore through the thickets, he turned his head to give Geckoleaf a tearful glance. Cougarstorm was gone.

(Alright, sounds good!)

The medicine cat felt an unexpected surge of anger course through her, her veins filled with fire. "Fine! If you don't trust me, than just leave!" She spat, her words uncharacteristically sharp. For all of her soft-spoken nature and hesitancy to use strong words, Geckoleaf loved Cougarstorm deeply, and his words accusing her of being unfaithful to him and their dedication to one another. It struck her to her core, his words as sharp as a bite to the neck. Audits flattening backwards, the feline quickly lost her sharp edge, and her emotions turned quickly to desperation and hurt. "Cougar- wait!" Geckoleaf cried desperately, her words loud and clear, another deviation from her usual soft spoken self. But despite her worry for him, Geckoleaf didn't run after her love. If he needed time, or if he even was done with her, she still couldn't blame him for his reaction. She had realized the mistake of her words too late, but it may have cost her a dearly loved relationship, and friend.

Tears began to stream from her eyes, emotion and shock overwhelming her self control. They pooling in her her sapphire blue orbs, and she blinked hard to keep seeing straight. Gratefully, the den was devoid of any other souls, and her outburst and relationship would not be discovered. Turning tail, Geckokeaf fled to a hidden corner in the back of the den, a mossy spot protected by vines where she kept the most dangerous herbs. It easily hid her small form, and only there did she allow herself to let loose, rough and ungainly sobs wracking her body, soft sobs escaping her mouth, and more tears dripping from her eyes. How had she allowed herself to slip, and make such a mistake? It was obvious, in retrospect; she should've instead told him that it just wasn't the time, and she just wasn't yet ready for kits. Then, none of this mess would've happened. Maybe Cougarstorm would've been disappointed, but she knew he would've understood. But not this, never this. It was her fault, and what she'd said would always be inexcusable.