Over the moons, their nests had been dragged closer and closer until they were right next to each other. Following the flood, that nest had been combined into one. It was a source of warmth, of comfort and a constant presence of someone who had begun to break down the walls she had built at the barn, and it was something she wouldn't trade for the world… Which is maybe why admitting to something was so damn hard.
Her tail flicks nervously back to forth, her body alight with an anxious energy that she hadn't felt since she had been separated from the two cats she adored above all else during the flood. Love was such a strange thing, really. Nutmeg hadn't grown up smothered in love; it had been her and her brother for months, and then her brother ran away and snuffed what remained of the world's love for Nutmeg, and then… Meadow was born, and suddenly a colorless emotion was scribbled bright once more. It had always been her and Meadow, and then the fire roared, and then… Nutmeg and Meadow and Windclan. And not long after that came Roostertuft. Nutmeg, Meadow, Roostertuft, Windclan. He was warm, and awkward as she was- it was no surprise that they meshed well, and she had finally gained her first friend… A realization from weeks prior pierces her throat, and she has to swallow the emotions down.
Oh, Stars, how does she tell her best friend that she is hopelessly, endlessly in love with him? It's the little things, really. The meeting of eyes, the constant searching, the brushes of pelts… Each little thing had sent her deeper and deeper in to the spiral, and now she's in too deep. She yearns to tell him, but…? She's not sure she could take the kind of rejection that would break her. She's not sure she would have the heart to shred the nest they shared, to break away and sleep on the outskirts once more. Oh, what does she do?
She doesn't get to mull over it for too long.Her eyes catch his pelt moving through camp, probably returning from a patrol, she swears her heart skips a beat- both out of fear, and admiration. Is it time? The flurries that gently pepper the pelts of those in camp feels like electric on her own, and she swears that she could just keel over and die. She stares, for a little longer than necessary, as if trying to savor what could be. What could have been, in the worst case scenario. She shakes her head, and takes a steeling breath. You've got this. Go for it.
She approaches, on shaky paws and an impulsive thought that could be the death of her. What if he feels the same? It'd be now, or never. "Rooster." she loves the way his name rolls off her tongue. She tries not to look lovesick, her chin tipping down towards her chest, forcing her lips into a deep set frown. "Can we… Talk? Privately." too many eyes, too many cats to potentially see her crumble… But she decides it's a risk she's willing to take, if there was a singular chance at calling him her mate (a word that still feels weird to her).
Her tail flicks nervously back to forth, her body alight with an anxious energy that she hadn't felt since she had been separated from the two cats she adored above all else during the flood. Love was such a strange thing, really. Nutmeg hadn't grown up smothered in love; it had been her and her brother for months, and then her brother ran away and snuffed what remained of the world's love for Nutmeg, and then… Meadow was born, and suddenly a colorless emotion was scribbled bright once more. It had always been her and Meadow, and then the fire roared, and then… Nutmeg and Meadow and Windclan. And not long after that came Roostertuft. Nutmeg, Meadow, Roostertuft, Windclan. He was warm, and awkward as she was- it was no surprise that they meshed well, and she had finally gained her first friend… A realization from weeks prior pierces her throat, and she has to swallow the emotions down.
Oh, Stars, how does she tell her best friend that she is hopelessly, endlessly in love with him? It's the little things, really. The meeting of eyes, the constant searching, the brushes of pelts… Each little thing had sent her deeper and deeper in to the spiral, and now she's in too deep. She yearns to tell him, but…? She's not sure she could take the kind of rejection that would break her. She's not sure she would have the heart to shred the nest they shared, to break away and sleep on the outskirts once more. Oh, what does she do?
She doesn't get to mull over it for too long.Her eyes catch his pelt moving through camp, probably returning from a patrol, she swears her heart skips a beat- both out of fear, and admiration. Is it time? The flurries that gently pepper the pelts of those in camp feels like electric on her own, and she swears that she could just keel over and die. She stares, for a little longer than necessary, as if trying to savor what could be. What could have been, in the worst case scenario. She shakes her head, and takes a steeling breath. You've got this. Go for it.
She approaches, on shaky paws and an impulsive thought that could be the death of her. What if he feels the same? It'd be now, or never. "Rooster." she loves the way his name rolls off her tongue. She tries not to look lovesick, her chin tipping down towards her chest, forcing her lips into a deep set frown. "Can we… Talk? Privately." too many eyes, too many cats to potentially see her crumble… But she decides it's a risk she's willing to take, if there was a singular chance at calling him her mate (a word that still feels weird to her).
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@ROOSTERTUFT
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NUTMEGPURR ♡
( gale guard of windclan )❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
❥ mentored pebblestep
❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlplume; padding after roostertuft
❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
❥ penned by chuff
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