Dawnpetal was terrified as she escaped camp for the first time in two nights. She had been aching for the past two days, hoping somehow that tonight would happen sooner. A sinking dread made her paws heavy. I hope he wasn't playing me. she thought, coming upon the dead monsters, I hope he actually shows up, and wasn't toying with me.
She was now a tail-length from the monsters in the pitch-black dark, and called out the name of the MothClan tom. "Pigeonfang!" she called, her voice barely daring above a whisper as not to be discovered. The moments as she waited for a response seemed to go on forever, the time frozen in place.
Dawnpetal held her breath, until a rustle of the bushes on the MothClan side of the carriages relieved her. She hoped it was Pigeonfang- if it wasn't, she would be in a pit of trouble.
Pigeonfang had easily found his way to the gathering place without much problem- with how often he'd been sneaking out to meet with Frostpaw, it only made sense that he now knew how to slip out of camp unnoticed. He'd felt a familiar rush of energy upon slipping out into the open fields of MothClan territory, an energy that had caused him to jog most of the way to his destination. There was something about the idea of doing something forbidden that made his heart race... not that he wasn't also very excited to see Dawnpetal again. Pigeonfang had been wanting to explore the mind behind her alluring smile ever since she'd graced him with it.
Pigeonfang had only been waiting for a few minutes, settling down in a thick bush, before Dawnpetal's soft cry caught his attention. As soon as she called for him, Pigeonfang pushed his way out into the open, cool moonlight washing over his red pelt. "Dawnpetal," Pigeonfang greeted in a hushed voice as he hurried toward her. Upon reaching her, he slowed to a halt, a delighted smile plastered to his lips. He'd truly missed her clear eyes and wonderful scent. "You came- I'm so happy," Pigeonfang rumbled, gazing down at her affectionately- and mischievously. "Couldn't get enough of me, hm?"
Dawnpetal's eyes shone brightly despite the darkness as the handsome tom she wanted to call her mate came into view, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Her loving gaze lay on Pigeonfang, taking dainty steps towards him before nuzzling him in greeting. The warmth of his fur made it noticeable how chilly it was that night, reminding her that soon leaf-fall and leaf-bare would rain down on them, or maybe snow down on them.
"Correct." Dawnpetal said, her familiar smile planted on her face as she glanced up at him, before continuing in a lovestruck tone, "I don't know who'd be able to get enough of you."
Transitioning to sitting, Dawnpetal sighed, though not boredly, it was more of a dreamy sigh. Her clever thoughts returned to her mind, and for a few moments she stayed silent, thinking. "Life in the Clan is boring without a handsome cat in sight," she began, a playful grin making its way onto her face as she gave him a gentle paw to the side, "but here I get one all to myself."
Dawnpetal reached up, stretching her body as she gave him a gentle lap to the cheek, her nose brushing against his muzzle before sitting once again. Her eyes softened in a bout of embarrassment, ducking away from him as if to attempt an effortless escape and briefly turning her head.
Pigeonfang couldn't help the burst of pride he felt as the she-cat complimented him- and and the bit of bashfulness that followed at her forwardness. He was young, so it's not like he'd had too many romantic encounters in his life, but the she-cats that had shown interest in him had always been so submissive. Dawnpetal, though, showed no shyness or restraint in her words.
Pigeonfang tried to shake the sudden heat out of his pelt as the she-cat sat down, flirting with him all the while. "Y-yes, I'm all yours," Pigeonfang responded shakily as he hurried to settle down next to her, clearing his throat and glancing away for a mere heartbeat. Pigeonfang had felt so confident at the border in the heat of the moment, but it was different now that they were in a place where they could show affection to each other without worry. "And I guess I can't complain about being in the company of someone so ravishing," Pigeonfang rumbled, finally focusing his gaze on her as he willed his bashfulness away...
Just in time for Dawnpetal to suddenly lean forward and run her warm tongue along his chilled cheek, surprise flickering in Pigeonfang's eyes. He thought he felt her nose even briefly brush against his for a moment. He blinked as she seemingly, adorably, tried to escape any reciprocation from him as she turned her head away from him.
"Hey now, that's not fair," Pigeonfang murmured, gazing upon her affectionately as he leaned closer to her, his tail sliding around her back. Amusement tugged at the edges of his mouth- maybe she wasn't quite as experienced as he'd thought. "Why so nervous, Dawnpetal? I like she-cats who know what they want," Pigeonfang hummed, a slightly teasing tone to his voice. "You want me, don't you? That's why you came here- why we both came here. No reason to be so shy about it." Pigeonfang's voice was sweet, but laced with just a hint of sincerity. "I'm not the only one who feels this thing between us, am I?"
She glanced up at Pigeonfang, her sparkling green eyes showing enough affection for a whole moon with some to spare. Dawnpetal's heart thumped rapidly, and she was sure it could be heard with him so close to her. She couldn't believe she was getting so giddy for a tom of all things- turning into a lovesick queen wasn't one of her priorities, however the more she thought about it the more she wanted to have kits. Was it too early for kits?
Dawnpetal suddenly realized he was talking, and only caught the end of his second sentence before he went on to his next. She sat in silence, his tail a comforting gesture as she thought of how to reply. "You're not the only one," she confirmed, resting her head on his shoulder as a low purr escaped her, "I feel the same." her tone was softer, yet kept the same fiery confidence she had always kept since she was born.
Her tired eyes blinked back sleepiness, a short-lived yawn managing to voice itself before disappearing. It was getting rather late, but Dawnpetal never wanted to leave Pigeonfang's side- ever. Why couldn't he have been born into MistClan? If he had, all her stressed thoughts of how her Clan would think of her if they knew her mate was a MothClan cat would be nonexistent, but she could still be with him. Confusion scraped at her mind, and she wondered why StarClan would torture her like this. I love him, she thought, but he was born into another Clan.
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