A House is Not a Home

[Broadwaykat]

As much as he was polite enough to let her take the first bite, he was hungry; so when she offered the next bite to him, he greatfully bowed his head and took a good chunk of meat. Now that was a good meal. He half-closed his eyes in delight as the meat seemed to melt on his tongue, enjoying the flavour; but at the same time he noticed something else.



It wasn't that he didn't like Morningstep, of course. She was a beautiful cat; kind, nice...the kind of cat his mother was constantly praising. But he was young, and rather oblivious. So noticing her eyes fixed on him, he worried that something was off – swiping a paw over his whispers to wipe away some imperfection.



“What? Do I have blood on my face?”

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Morningbloom quickly looked to her paws, when she was caught staring at him. She lifted her head once he asked what. She let him ask his next question. "So...sor...sorry.. for staring. No, you don't have any blood or anything." she meowed, quickly looking to her paws again.

She felt a blush show on her face. She couldn't help it, she found Hawkspring handsome, and attractive.

[Broadwaykat]

Hawkspring liked Morningstep; she was a good, strong, warrior, that was true; but still, even though he'd lived nearly two years by now, he was obscure in the ways of love and like. Even given his parents and their somewhat prolific relationships, he was oblivious as a tomkit when it came to when someone liked him. So while he liked Morningstep, he had no idea the feeling might have been mutual; let alone how to act upon that at the current moment.

"Good - I was worried there for a moment. I'm always forgetting to clean my muzzle after a bite; you know, bit of blood, or a whisker caught in my teeth." He gritted his fangs to show her; a slightly comical expression in the current conversation that could easily be misconstrued as frightening to anyone who just happened to pass by. "That...isn't it...right? I mean...you can stare away. I don't mind. Really, I don't. I just want to make sure it's not cause I look like a doofus."

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How could this tom look like a doofus? Of course, he isn't to her. He is quite handsome to her. "Oh, of course, you are not a doofus. At least...no...not to m...me.." she found herself stuttering at the end where she normally doesn't stutter. It had to be due to her feelings for the tom.

Morningbloom got to her paws and felt a rush go through her, and so without even thinking, she found herself, move closer to the tom. In doing so, if Hawkspring let her, she would let her medium pelt press against the tom.

[Broadwaykat]

Hawkspring was oblivious as to what was going on - not just because he was a little perplexed by the actions of she-cats in general, but because, well...he was rather taken by Morningbloom. She was a pretty she-cat; something he had never noticed really before. Even her scent was a little...overwhelming to him.

So as she drew close, he didn't move away, instead turning his muzzle, which he had formerly been worried was covered in reminants of his dinner, in her direction. Eventually, as he didn't move away, they touched; and he found his muzzle somewhat buried in the fur of her shoulder.

It took him too long to pull away, but when he did, he stumbled quickly to appologize. "Whoops! I mean...hehe...sorry about that."

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Morningbloom was enjoying that touch, felt a purr build into her chest fur, as they touched. She felt his scent hit her the few they touched. All too soon to her, he pulled away. She lifted her head to look at the tom. At first, she wasn't sure, what he was sorry for. "Sorry for what? I didn't mind it at all." she meowed. She was wondering did she do something wrong, with him saying sorry?

[Broadwaykat]

"You...you didn't?"

Again...Hawkspring was magnificently oblivious when it came to she-cats he wasn't immediately related to. He was almost certain that any she-cat even close to his age would shove off, or show the same sort of playful competitiveness his sister Shrikeflame might. Morningbloom was completely different. And it made him feel like he was a kit again - all paws and shaky limbs and at the same time he was torn between running in the completely opposite direction and cuddling close and leaving all the world behind them.

"You're sure? I thought that...well..." He trailed off, stupidly, before finally taking a step forward; pressing against her fur and seeming to test how long he could hold himself there without one of them pulling away.

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"No, of course, I didn't." she meowed gently, she watched him closely. She listened when he started to speak again and gave him time when he paused and let him lead in what he wanted to do. She gave a purr when he pressed against each other. She enjoyed the closeness, and purred, in the hope he can tell she is enjoying this. She didn't try and pull away, she stayed in her position against him, letting him decide when he will or need to pull away.