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MOSSTANGLE
Shadowclan Warrior | 20 moons | Large, dark brown-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes
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Her heart skipped a beat as he spoke her name. Mosstangle could've melted. The electric nervousness seemed the only thing that kept her stable. The air felt so warm despite the storm. It might've been stuffy, but something else hung heavy around them. Unspoken. Yet to be heard. It felt like it was dragging her down as though a terribly betrayal for not speaking it sooner.

Nothing was stopping them. No apprentices to interrupt silly flirting. No clanmates to rush them or listen in. No one else would have rushed out into a storm to be alone. No sane cat would follow them as they slipped away into the shadows of the territory. Hardly anyone else would question why they slipped out, either. Here they were, close together in the dim light, highlighted in every flash of white that lit up beautiful golden orbs in front of her. Two little beams of sunlight itself. Warm. Comfortable. Always bright. She could bask in their glow just as willingly as she would on a sunny day.

He spoke. He whispered. Her heart raced as she looked back into his warm eyes. Mosstangle felt nervousness slowly ebb away. This was the time. This was the chance she had been waiting for. She couldn't let it slip away. After all the teasing from Smokefern? No. It was obvious. She could only hope that this wasn't actually a rejection notice. Mosstangle didn't fear rejection... but, in this moment, it was the most terrible thing. The worst case scenario. It would be earth shattering.

But, when was the last time she ran away because she was scared?

It was when they were in the honeysuckle tree together. She had been afraid, then. It was too big of a feeling. It was still too big of a feeling. Mosstangle didn't know where this would go. It was so freeing to know her truth, now. She wouldn't run this time. She wouldn't avoid him like a silly kit hiding from their parents because they were in trouble. There was no hiding it anymore.

Mosstangle stepped closer to Blackjaw, wanting nothing more than to just stare into the orbs of golden sky on his face. She wanted to stay here. It couldn't be unspoken anymore. Even if she misinterpreted this. Even if it meant the end. It truly would be the end of her if he didn't feel the same. There couldn't be a worse end to her than to be without him.

So, as his speech faltered... As he began... She couldn't hold it in anymore. "I love you," She mewed, hardly a whisper. It felt so loud in the quiet of the cave where the only sound was the drumming of rain outside. Despite how quiet it was, Mosstangle felt like she had screamed it at the top of her lungs. Her heart pounded. She wanted him to say it back. Please, just say it back...

@Mr_Possessive