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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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The meeting was over. Whatever duties following it complete. Mosstangle had waited just out of the rain for Blackjaw to finish up his introductions with Wildpaw. She had looked so serene and patient in the clearing while she waited. She answered some of Morningpaw's questions. Then she was alone and waiting. Her paws hadn't kneaded the ground. Her claws never sank into the dirt. Despite this, her heart had been racing. Her ears had felt hot. She almost imagined the raindrops sizzling off of her pelt from the heat of a nervous energy.

It felt like a mixture of childish glee and unbridled anxiety. Her stomach twisted in knots that made her queasy, yet she felt lighter than ever. The rain still fell, only getting heavier. It did not deter her from walking across the territory with Blackjaw. The rolling thunder wasn't scary beside him. The way the fog parted from the rain was much the same as it parted for the duo. The eerie landscape that was shadowclan's territory passed by, darkened even more by the storm. The smell of electricity in the air was oddly soothing, despite how it made her fur tingle.

She slipped into the grove first, shaking water off of her pelt as they finally found the shelter of its cave. The space felt dark with the storm rumbling around. The rain seemed to only pelt harder outside as the moments passed, like it didn't want them to leave this place. It was a deterrent, as though the stars themselves refused to allow them to leave until they'd both spoken their piece. Mosstangle could only hope that Blackjaw had the same thoughts in mind. It had taken a while for her to understand the feelings that churned in her every time he was around. Every time she thought of him. Every time she heard his name, or saw a flash of white fur.

The way she felt emptier without him around was sometimes unbearable. The way that she always hoped he was around all the time. The way she didn't care if they sat in silence, as long as they sat together. There was only one word for that feeling... and it wasn't obsession.

Mosstangle turned back as Blackjaw stepped in, not giving him time to shake the water from his pelt before she rubbed her head beneath the black fur on his chin. She wanted to start. Her heart was racing... but he had asked for the meeting. "You start." She mewed, stepping back to let him shake himself off and sitting down. She still had a nervous energy beneath the surface that she misinterpreted his request. What if this was about something completely different than she thought? She didn't usually doubt herself so much.

She didn't want to mess this up.

@Mr_Possessive