~ WOLFFANG OF WINDCLAN ~
It was raining. Typical newleaf weather. Wolffang was currently inside the warriors' den, giving his smooth gray pelt a nice grooming. Even though he had rejected many of his mother's teachings - thank StarClan - he still had a little instinct in the back of his mind that told him to at least keep his fur presentable. He had given up on trying to soften up the fluff that covered the front of his neck and the entirety of his chest; that was always going to be a bit ragged and rough. But he could at least make the rest of himself look presentable. In the back of Wolffang's mind, he could imagine Rosebriar's critical gaze on him, commenting on every misplaced tuft of fur. The tiniest of smiles tugged on the corner of his mouth.
Although back then, she rarely needed to remind me. I always kept my pelt much sleeker... and my excess fluff was softer. Wolffang really missed Rosebriar. Now that he'd broken free of his... former mindset... he could see how flawed his sister was, and what other cats must think of her. However, he still loved her. She had been his sister, after all, and they had been incredibly close.
Until I became deputy and she got mauled by the dogs. I didn't pay as much attention to her as I should've. Wolffang let out his breath in an exhale.
That's in the past. I know now what I've done wrong, and if I let myself think about it too much, I might get lost in my thoughts like I did before. That didn't turn out good for anybody.
Although he still missed his sister...
A call coming from the clearing made Wolffang's big ears perk up. It wasn't a thunderous yowl, but it was loud enough to be heard over the light pitter-patter of the rain.
Twilightstar. Peeking his head out of the warriors' den, feeling wet droplets flicked into his face, he saw the small lilac-gray shape of his leader sitting atop the Breezerock. Gray rainclouds covered the sky, and with the sheet of rain as an added bonus, the clearing looked shadowy and a bit distorted, in a way. Even though Wolffang could technically watch from the warriors' den, he didn't want to.
It would be better if I was closer to the rock. Cats were already gathering there, anyway.
It's nothing more than a bit of rain.
The well-muscled gray tom padded out of the warriors' den. Almost at once, cold, wet droplets struck his pelt. Its thickness and smoothness did help to keep some of the rain out, but he could still feel some of the wetness sink in. Wolffang's ear-tips flicked in annoyance. He hated getting wet. Rain was something that every cat had to live with, but he just... didn't like it.
Whatever. Deal with it. Wolffang made his way to the gathering crowd. He couldn't help his bright yellow eyes flitting around the clearing, trying to seek out a certain she-cat.
Leopardsong. Would she attend this meeting?
Wolffang was still trying to figure out his feelings for the leopard-printed she-cat. At first, she had just been a good friend... but now she definitely felt like something more. Wolffang felt weird around her in a way he somewhat understood, but also kinda didn't? It was confusing. He knew that the emotion was love, maybe, but he'd never felt that way before and it was so weird. Wolffang pushed these thoughts away. Now was not the time to dwell on it. He hesitantly sat down on the wet floor of the clearing, trying to look impassive at the uncomfortable feeling of cold and wet running through his pelt. Then he fixed his gaze on Twilightstar.
I wonder what she has to say, especially if she's calling a meeting in rain like this.
He couldn't help his gaze flitting around and - there! Wolffang spotted Leopardsong's familiar snowy-white pelt in the rain and darkness; it stood out like a beacon. Hoping not to look weird or anything, the large tom rose to his paws and made his way over to her.
You can just sit next to her or something. Try to look normal. He mentally shook himself.
Great StarClan, Wolffang! Why are you thinking like this? This is Leopardsong. She's been your friend for a really long time... there's no reason in feeling awkward around her.
Of course, these thoughts did not do much to help the weird awkwardness that Wolffang kinda-didn't understand.
The dappled gray tom stopped beside Leopardsong. By now, the rain had sunk further into his pelt. He fluffed it out to try and protect himself from getting more soaked, although he was confident that by the end of this meeting, he would be, well, soaked.
"Hello, Leopardsong," he meowed as casually as he could with a slight dip of his head.
"Mind if I sit here?" Thank StarClan, his voice sounded normal. If he tried to explain his very weird emotions in front of the entire Clan - or just to Leopardsong - he wasn't exactly sure what he would do.
Surely this isn't what being in love is like. It's just too weird. And if I am falling in love, why did it happen now and not sooner? It was such a weird emotion, and he really really really liked Leopardsong, but his emotions were so weird and he had absolutely no idea how to handle them. So he just stood there, trying to look normal, waiting for Leopardsong's response more nervously than he should be.
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