Mow.

Ansen. is. scary.
He seems much warmer today as compared to yesterday.
I guess it boils down to being focused on the right thing; yesterday was business, today was leisure.

“Keep it going long enough and she’ll thaw. Then tell her you’re sorry.” She suddenly looks up; it’s gotten darker. “Oh, it’s after dusk and I told them I was out to catch a vole—they’ll have the whole Clan after me.”

“Well, I told them I was off to get a drink,” Breezepaw remarks. “I’ll have drowned by now. They’ll be celebrating.”

“Shush, you. Get ye gone.” She flicks her tail on his flank in a manner that could be construed as either playful or threatening, and bounds away into the dark.

Breezepaw stares after her. Now, here’s a mystery. A cat who’s so in touch with reactions and emotions that she knows exactly what to expect. How he wishes!

And she was nice to him, he realizes. As she vanishes into the growing darkness, he looks after her blankly and his heart warms. She was nice to him.

^ Excerpt from fanfiction. They met so that Hollypaw could advice Breezepaw on this she-cat Heatherpaw. It might sound better if you read the whole story, and if you knew their personalities. This writer is good with words (: And she's probably only about my age.

What to wear on Monday aside from school uniform!

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