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Minnowsplash,

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales, in comparison to what lies inside you
_{Ralph Waldo Emerson}

A fawn colored she-cat paced near the entrance of the warrior's den. Green eyes flicked to the camp entrance every now and again, staring hard at those reeds as though they'd taken something from her. As though she were waiting for something to happen. Or someone to appear. Bravebird had gone out on the final border patrol of the night, alongside Russethawk and some other faces she admittedly hadn't bothered to note. A thick tail swished behind her worriedly, and her paws wouldn't let her sit still for more than two or three breaths at a time.

What, you may ask, was the cause of her worry?

Bravebird's coat length.

Full grown tom or not, Bravebird's short and pale fur left him susceptible to the cold. Now, Leafbare this season was comparatively mild, and this was far from Bravebird's first Leafbare. Logic would dictate he'd have no trouble dealing with the current temperature, as he'd fared just fine for seasons on end. But StarClan damn logic, she didn't care. Her heart skipped whenever she thought of him out there in the cold night air. What had Moonshine been thinking! Bravebird's patrols should be during the day, with the greatest chance of keeping him warm. Not now! At least, not without her there.

She felt her pelt heat up slightly at the thought, but she wasn't given much of a chance to dwell on it. Rustling from nearby alerted her to an approach. Ears pricked forward, and the she-cat inadvertently held her breath, until....

Russethawk's head poked itself through the reeds, bending them away from his form as he moved. Flattening her ears dejectedly, Minnowsplash's haunches began folding beneath her until she remembered Bravebird was on Russethawk's patrol. Sure enough, a familiar pale-furred form pushed into view from behind the ruddy tom, and the fawn-colored she-cat sprung (awkwardly) out of her near-sit.

"B-Braveb-bird!" She exclaimed, only barely remembering to keep her voice down because it was night time, and warriors were sleeping. Devouring the ground between them with excited bounds, the she-cat darted around Russethawk without batting an eye. Quickly circling her current focus, the fawn warrioress poked the white tom's shoulder with her nose as though to make sure he was really there. A multitude of questions buzzed through her head, yet she somehow found the common sense not to spew them all at him at once. Focusing on the one thing she'd been worried about since he'd left, she caught his blue eyes with her green ones.

"A-Are you okay? You're not t-too cold, a-are you?" She stammered worriedly, attention completely focused on his reply.

RainClan, She-Cat, 33 Moons

_{~430 words Phoenix Fawn (Russethawk) She doesn't want him to be coooold}

[Phoenix]

Bravebird

When Moonshine had told him that he was on the last patrol of the night, he had been less than thrilled but even less surprised; as deputy, she did a good job rotating the warriors through these duties that were more obligation than they were fun, and his turn had been coming up for quite a while. A consolation, at least, was that he could walk through the frigid night air with a friend by his side. Though Russethawk was and always would be his brother, the past few moons had seen them grow apart a little as the ruddy tom spent increasing amounts of time with Ashlight – blue eyes slid over to watch the feline in question as he led the way back to camp, and a small grin turned the corners of his lips upward at his friend’s happiness – not that Bravebird was any better, for as of late, he, too, had found himself rather… distracted.

The image of a pretty she-cat with long, soft fur drifted to the forefront of his mind. She had said that she would wait up for him to return, and though he had protested that she ought to keep herself warm and comfortable in the den, he would be lying if he claimed that his heart hadn’t skipped a few beats at the thought of getting to see her again (awake) at the very end of what had been shaping up to be a long day. His face began to heat up a little as he walked along, and as if the others could read his mind, he cleared his throat with an embarrassed twitch of his tail. Searching for something to distract him, he looked around and noticed that they had just about made it back while he had been occupied with his thoughts. It was just as well. During the day, the sun did its part to warm up the leaf-bare air, but the indifferent light of the moon simply lit up the sky; he could feel the cold seeping into his bones with every step. His nest, situated nicely between Russethawk and Minnowsplash, was looking very inviting—

An exclamation had him turning his head just in time to see a ball of fur with legs bounding toward him, and he was positive that his smile was so wide that it must have been visible across the territory. ”Minnowsplash!” He responded, leaping forward in turn to meet her part way, and as she touched his shoulder with her nose, he turned and pressed his to her side in turn. ”I told you not to wait up,” He purred, the fondness in his voice undermining any attempt at a reprimanding tone. Surrounded by her scent, he moved away ever so slightly to hold her gaze better and found that he could not stop grinning. Warmth burst through his chest at her questions; it had been a long time since someone had thought to ask about him. He hastened to reassure her. ”I’m fine, Minnowsplash. Thanks for checking.”

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he glanced over, distracted, to see Russethawk gesturing at him emphatically – shaking his head? – from over Minnowsplash’s shoulder. Something like surprise jolted through him; with eyes only for the she-cat in front of him, he forgot entirely about their audience – Russethawk and the rest of the warriors – undoubtedly having to walk around them to get to the den. But what was the ruddy tom trying to say? Confused, he paused for a second, watching as his friend mimed being cold… Oh. Oh. Wait, what?? Blue eyes drifted back to the she-cat in front of him. He was supposed to be cold? ”Um, actually, it is a little cold out here, don’t you think?”

Behind Minnowsplash, Russethawk, his job done, turned and headed into the den, leaving his two friends in peace.

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Minnowsplash,

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales, in comparison to what lies inside you
_{Ralph Waldo Emerson}

Seeing the excitement she felt upon seeing him reflected in his blue eyes spread warmth throughout the she-cat's frame. Barely aware of the way her pelt heated up, the fawn coloured she-cat purred instinctively when his nose touched her shoulder. A flicker of disappointment slid through her as the tom moved away, until she realized it was just to see her more clearly. His gentle scolding only had her smiling brightly at him, with a tilt of her head. "A-And I told you I w-would anyway." She responded as confidently as she could. Truthfully, the long coated she-cat wasn't certain she would have succeeded in falling asleep knowing he was out there.

When he reassured her he was alright, Minnowsplash allowed herself to relax slightly. It was here something else seemed to catch Bravebird's attention. With a curious blink of her green eyes, the fawn she-cat examined the white furred tom, as though she might succeed in determining what it was that was distracting him. By the time she registered that it was something over her shoulder, his brilliant blue gaze was already back on her, and she forgot what it was she had wanted to figure out. She offered a second blink, this time cluelessly curious, until her ears latched on to what he said next.

Starting as though she'd just heard the most shocking news of her life, the thick coated warrioress gasped in something akin to an apology. "I-I knew it was t-too cold for you t-to be out there!" She fussed, making a displeased tutting sound as she immediately pressed herself to his side. Hoping her longer fur and her own body would help him keep a little warmer, she nosed him toward the warrior's den. It would be warm in there.

The only downside was they would no longer be alone. But Bravebird's wellbeing was more important. "Y-You must be t-tired too! W-We should get you b-back to your nest. D-Did you remember to e-eat before you went out? And y-you have been d-drinking enough water, r-right?" She fretted rather nonsensically over him, green eyes scrutinizing him adoringly as she remained glued to his side. Removing her from his side would take him asking her to give him space. Was she going a little overboard? Probably. Did she give it a fraction of a thought? Not really.

RainClan, She-Cat, 33 Moons

_{~390 words Phoenix Fawn (Russethawk) Russethawk is number one wingcat}