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Foxfoot gulped as he lowered his head and softly stepped into the hunters den. There was a certain molly he was looking for, a molly he had been spending an awful lot of time with. "Fawnheart?" He called her name almost like a whisper as dawn light filtered through the dens siding.
He spotted her head rising from the crowd of sleeping warriors and held his breath for a moment. "Would you like to come on a morning hunt with me? I could really go for some quail eggs, and you're the best egg catcher around." He teased her with a goofy smile, lightly flicking his tail as not to brush any of the other sleeping cats.
A grin crossed her face at his joke as she recalled the time he had taken her to get quail eggs for the first time. "Sure" she whispered, climbing out of her nest and into the clearing. She shook out her fur and gave herself a quick wash. "I'm ready when you are."
Foxfoot brushed past her, letting his feathered tail brush her flank as he exited camp with her. He brought her back to the creek that they had spent so much of their time together. He crouched next to it, though he didn't drink the water. He watched as the creek rushed downstream and pooled into a small pond, feeling Fawnhearts presence as she approached his side. He felt his fur brustle and warm next to her.
"Are we going to hunt?" she asked, wondering why he decided to stop and look at the creek. She began to feel like something was on his mind. "Foxfoot, are you alright?" Her voice was gentle and her gaze was soft as she looked at him, hoping he would tell her what he was thinking.
"Of course!" She settled down beside him, her ears pricked as she looked expectantly at him with large amber eyes. "You can always talk to me. Whats on your mind?"
He took a deep breath. "Do you remember when we first came here? I know it wasn't too long ago, only a few moons... but it's been on my mind a lot recently. You've been on my mind recently." He looked away from her slightly, warm face flush as his fur bristled. His tail waved around in anxiety as he spoke his truth.
"Yes, I remember" she mewed, rather slowly, unsure of where he was going with this. She felt warm under her pelt when he said that she had been on his mind recently. "Why? Whats going on in that complicated mind of yours?" She asked in a teasing voice.
"I like you. I mean... I know you said you liked me too but... I really like you.."
He looked back at her with large, amber eyes. They matched her own quite well. "Fawnheart. I want to be with you.. forever. I wanna be with you forever." He repeated himself, his voice suddenly becoming very serious. "Do you feel the same?" He didn't mean to put her on the spot, but Foxfoot was usually the type to beat around the bush. With this, he didn't want to be the childish spirit he usually was. He meant business.
At first, her face was unreadable. Though, she planned it on purpose to make him feel a little more nervous before a smile crossed her face. "I do feel the same way" she purred. "Though to be honest, I thought I had scare you away. I didn't think you wanted to be with me." Her heart began to race in happiness with a mix of nervousness and she felt a high that lifted her up into the clouds. He had chosen her over all of the other she-cats in the forests, he wanted her.
His heart skipped a beat at her admission. "No! Of course you hadn't scared me away! I didn't... I've felt this way for a while, but I've been a little nervous to tell you about how I feel. You were a medicine cat not even a full season ago, you just came to the clan and.... I felt like I came off too strong at first, honestly." He laughed nervously at the fact that they both had the same issue. He slid himself closer to her and pressed his body weight against her flank and wrapped his tail around as if to pull her even closer. "I'm glad that you feel the same." He matched her smile with his own warmth.
She purred loudly when he pressed against her and she mimicked him, leaning in closer and brushing her head underneath his chin. She curled her tail around his. "I'm glad you feel the same way too!" She had never felt so happy and her heart raced. This was what was meant to be, she knew it. She was meant to be turned away by Springclan and welcomed by Fallclan. She was meant to find Foxfoot and start a life together. It was all part of a grand plan. "Now, what about those quail eggs?" she purred, nudging his shoulder.
A wave of relief washed over Foxfoots body as he fully relaxed. "Ahh yes, the quail eggs." He sang with intonation not heard from him before. "I still wanna go get some, though I really like this." He purred. "Are you hungry? 'Cause if so, we'll go right now." He chuckled.
"Im okay with whatever you choose" she purred, nuzzling him. "We can stay here for a little while longer or we can go hunt. I dont really care as long as I am with you."
He gave Fawnheart an affectionate lick on her forehead. "Why don't we stay here for a little bit longer? Let me know when you're hungry and we can start the real hunt." He chuckled with a light smile, amber eyes sparkling in the fiery sunrise.
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It hadn't even been a quarter moon since he and Fawnheart had decided to make things official. Though, despite what relationship he thought they had, he hadn't seen her for a few days. Looking around the creek where they usually decided to meet, he figured she may be spending some time elsewhere. Foxfoot slipped into camp as the day just began to turn to evening, almost burning the sky with the suns setting. "Fawnheart? Hey, Fawnheart?" He called around camp, hoping for a reply.
A wave of concern flooded Foxfoots mind as he nuzzled his mate in greeting. "Softpelts den? Is everything okay? It's not.." A look of horror formed on his face, maw dropping into a serious frown. "It's... it's not the greencough again, is it?" He spoke the words in a hushed voice.
