Make It Official [Brokensong!] Aug 16, 2013 17:26:14 GMT -5
Post by Fawntastic on Aug 16, 2013 17:26:14 GMT -5
22 Moons - Tom - Luckiest Cat in TreeClan
Unlike one particular blue-furred feline, the adjustment period for Zephyrfang, previously Zuma, had gone swimmingly. An adaptable sort of guy, Zephyrfang had immediately become quite taken with the rest of the Clan, developing a fondness for the entire group as though he'd been born here all along, perhaps a little of his mother's Clan-born heritage bleeding through. Reciprocation of these feelings took about as long as was expected, the warriors and elders regarding him with suspicion and prejudice, whereas the younger generations were open and friendly, asking him to play or tell a story or convey something to Brokensong if he saw her again later.
He was quite popular in the nursery, though several of the kits he'd befriended (whose parents he'd eventually gotten to warm up to him) were now in the nursery.
Carrying back a long-necked thrush, the handsome golden brown tabby dropped it onto the pile, pressing a paw to squish it down to prevent it from rolling or smacking some poor cat in the face if they dislodged it improperly – long tawny ears picking up a comical conversation coming from alongside the apprentices' den.
”You ask her!”
”No you go ask her. I did it last time!”
A dark ginger kitten was being nudged by a slightly larger dark brown and white tom, Zephyrfang recognizing both to be Flamepaw and Barkpaw, his muzzle turning up at the corners into a humored smile.
”Ask who what?” He interrupted, startling both kittens, their eyes wide until they relaxed, recognizing him from their kit days.
Barkpaw grinned. ”Scaredyguts over here won't ask Daisypaw to go hunting with us.”
Zephyrfang peered around the apprentices to a pretty silver and white she-kitten grooming herself in a patch of sunlight, possibly exchanging words with her mentor or parent, as a tall dark tabby was standing next to her. Zephyrfang grinned. Now he understood. ”So which one of you has the huge crush on her? Barkpaw?”
He swore both toms flushed beneath their pelts, and Flamepaw possibly got redder, the pair exchanging glances.
”Flamepaw!” Barkpaw finally blurted, and his friend nudged him in the shoulder hard, ears flattening.
”I do not! I only like her a little.”
”So tell her you want to get to know her better,” The former loner advised, taking a seat. He wasn't normally this involved with the romantic pursuits of his Clanmates, but Zephyrfang couldn't quite resist having a say.
”What if she says no?” There was no disguising the note of panic and worry over rejection in Flamepaw's voice, Barkpaw, who had nothing to contribute, staying silent.
Zephyrfang flicked the top of Flamepaw's ears with her tail. ”Then tell her how much fun and excitement she's going to miss out on. Tell her you're a really great guy and you won't ask her twice.” If she makes you this nervous then she's gotta be something special.
Flamepaw gawked at him. ”I-I can't say that!”
Zephyrfang nudged him in the direction of Daisypaw with his nose, chuckling. ”Of course you can. Make it seem like you're the most interesting tom in the world, and that she'd be lucky to spend some time with you. Good luck~”
While he left the two tom-kittens to get their priorities in order, Zephyrfang's thoughts went along a similar path to the she-cat he'd been 'crushing' on for a while now. He almost stopped dead in his tracks, having realized something he must've been out of his mind to have missed for so long.
He really hadn't asked her yet?
Just like Flamepaw with Daisypaw, Zuma had a little something he wanted to ask a very special someone, mentally kicking himself for not saying so sooner – calling Brokensong's name as made his rounds within TreeClan's camp.
It was time to take his own advice, and just go for it, even if there was a slim chance of rejection.