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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟
Romantic? He was the damn definition. Black fur was fluffed up from the wind of the moorland that bordered ThunderClan. His orange and yellow flecked eyes bright with amusement as he looked down at Shootingtail, his mate seemed hesitant to be anywhere near the grass instead of the trees. “Come on, or else we are going to miss it.” He whispered softly in the smaller toms ear, giving the top of his ear a lick. Laughing softly at the look he was given, kicking out his legs as the king legged warrior raced forward to be running up the hill with his tail lashing.
Looking over the top of the hill, he grinned triumphantly. So the old coot had been right, looking over his shoulder to see Shootingtail taking his time. “I’ll be an elder by the time you make it up here.” He hummed, tail twitching impatiently. Finally his mate was at his side, purring as his long tail snaked with Shootingtail’s, keeping him close as the thousands of fireflies were flying in the night in complex patterns. Turning his chin to gaze at his mates expression before he smiled. “Happy anniversary and Valentine’s Day.” Leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I love you just as brightly as these fireflies shine the night.”