His mother mentions a celebration or party of sorts to which he only gives a disinterested nod until there's a mention of Riverclan does he seem to visibly perk up and the half-clan prince can't help blinking a pair of earthy toned eyes knowing that he might expect to see a certain someone at that party. Asterpaw normally didn't care about the way that he looked for the most part with unruly curls here and there on his body but he takes a good chunk of his day carefully preparing himself for this outting, he smooths out the fur on his body, and with a paw does his best to comb down unruly curls that rest atop his head. His dark gaze focuses onto the seaglass that Lavenderpaw had gave him that night, he doesn't trust the rest of his denmates to not steal it, and he finds some foliage that's strong enough to weave together into a sort of necklace.
The chocolate tabby places the new accessory around his throat and allows the seaglass to lightly brush against the area where his heart rests, he holds his breath unable to shake this feeling of anxiety from his shoulders, and he hopes that he looks nice enough. He trails behind his mother and his mentor without much of a word, he doesn't want to get his hopes up to high, and he prays to Starclan that she would be there so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. His paws itch with anticipation as his mother speaks saying that both clans could cross over and Asterpaw immediately begins to search for silver curls, bicolored eyes, and perhaps, a pair of butterfly wings.
Their eyes lock with one another and his paws begin to push forward so that he'd meet her halfway, when she stops then he does the same, and he offers a smile in her direction. The warm, fuzzy feeling returning to his face and chest as he finds himself mezmorized by her though he doesn't dare to draw any closer uncertain as her on what to call
this. A sniffle slips out from him as he can't help the warm chuckle that slips out from his own jaws as she says that she was about to leave and something about that made his heart ache momentarily
"I'd hope not... I spent most of the day fixing my fur so I, uh, looked... nice for the occasion." For you. Those are the last words that he wishes to say but he shuts his mouth especially since they aren't alone even if it did feel like it was just him and Lavenderpaw whenever they were together, nobody else mattered, nobody else existed.
He spares a glance to those around him, to his mother so that she isn't watching his every move, and turns his attention to Lavenderpaw once more unable to stop the swelling of his heart at the sight of the butterfly wings
"I really hope you like them..." Asterpaw says only to pause for a heartbeat before continuing,
"If you wished, I could get you a different pair in another color..." He tries not to overthink the item that he had gotten her and instead, he lifts a place to delicately touch the seaglass that rests on his neck
"Thank you again... for this. It's perfect. I love it... a lot." The older apprentice didn't love a lot of things but
this, he absolutely adored, and he would cherish it.
/ talking to
@lavenderpaw but open to more interactions :]
