{{Art Base Credit: Tori}}
Something was different today. Not that Frostflower could pinpoint what it was, exactly. No, that was a lie, she was lying to herself. She knew what it was, she had for a long time. Somehow, someway, she'd fallen like a fool for someone that she never dreamed would capture her affections. He was chilly, he was prickly, and most of all he drove her up the walls of the camp. His name was Sleetstorm, son of Edgefrost. The two of them had been at one another's throats for the majority of their kithoods and apprenticeships. It wasn't until Snowstar had vanished one fateful evening, that their relationship had begun to change. Though they were still chilly towards one another, there was a newfound ember of warmth that had sparked up between them, at least on Frostflower's side. She didn't know about Sleetstorm, he was rather hard to read. There was no denying it, even if she repeated that she didn't like him over and over in a loop in her mind- in a desperate attempt to convince herself otherwise, it failed. Even if she was able to fool her mind for brief periods of time, there was no fooling her heart. She might have her mind fooled, but her heart knew better.
She had fallen in love with him, somewhere along the steady march of time. She had been debating how, when and where to tell Sleetstorm of her bothersome attraction towards him. She just needed time to carve up icy walls, so in case she was rejected, it wouldn't burn too badly. With everything to possibly gain, and with everything to possibly lose, Frostflower inhaled deeply. It was now, or it was never. Today was calling her to action. It didn't take time for Frostflower to track down Sleetstorm, it was like second nature to her, always finding him wherever he should roam. Like the core of her heart acted as her guide towards the tom-cat. She found him near the fresh-kill pile. There was prey in his mouth. Either he was leaving it on the pile for others or taking it for his own meal. "Sleetstorm." She didn't hesitate, her voice as clear and unwavering. There was no going back now. She had crossed the threshold and couldn't take it back.
This was the point of no return.
Sleetstorm
The white and tabby tom narrowed his eyes at Frostflower as she commented on the fact he must have been caught up with her beauty. He snorted bad-temperedly, tail lashing behind him. The salmon at his paws felt his cold stare as he glared at it instead of at the she-cat, unable to meet her gaze. She was pretty. He couldn't deny that, but he wouldn't even give her the satisfaction of a response to that. His claws dug into the ground at his paws. "So what if I was?" The tom grunted, "Are you jealous or something?" He whisked his tail. "Willowfawn is pretty, and she needs to eat more than ever now she's finally had her kits. Especially with how big Pumpkinkit is." Turning his head, he snorted again, "Besides, I've been taking prey to the nursery since I was an apprentice. It's not my fault you didn't notice." Although, there was a trace of hurt in his voice as he said that.
Sleetstorm
The moody tom glowered somewhat at being interrupted- he'd just been about to take his catch over to the nursery, although he loathed to admit it, he almost choked on the salmon in his jaws when he saw Frostflower. Lowering the fish back to the ground, his blue eyes squinted as he looked at the white and grey tabby molly.
"Frostflower. Do you want something? I was trying to take this to the nursery." He grunted, eyes narrowed with some degree of suspicion as to her motives for talking to him.