Nightwhisper
Riverclan Warrior
The newly named Riverclan was bounding towards the camp entrance, her tail waving back and forth. It was her first day of warriorhood, and it was everything that Nightwhisper had imagined. It was definitely a lot more freedom than she had expected, compared to the normal days she had during her apprenticeship. Although the black and gray tabby had felt as if something was missing, Nightwhisper couldn’t tell what. A small frown appeared on her face, her amber eyes looking around the camp clearing. The young warrior was looking for a certain someone, a tom that was frequently in her life.
Now where was Stormgrowl?
Her amber eyes lit up in happiness when spotting the senior warrior, making her way towards tom. Nightwhisper had been extremely fond of him, despite his cranky demeanor, she enjoyed his company. A bright smile appeared on her face, the smaller molly bumped her side into his own “Hey stranger, I’ve been looking for you.” Nightwhisper purred, looking up at the older tom. Looking at the camp entrance, she beckoned her head towards it “Let’s go hunting, I’ve been wanting to catch a huge salmon.” Nightwhisper said, nudging him to the entrance. The black and gray tabby was quite a determined feline.
“Come on! Let’s go!” Nightwhisper urged, ignoring any cranky comments from the older warrior. Now wasn’t the time for bickering, it was time for both of them to relax themselves! Once the two were outside of camp, Nightwhisper looked around before grinning. Good, she would have some time with Stormgrowl. What a cheeky female. Going towards the stream, Nightwhisper looked at it for a moment before pressing her small fist paw before a piece of the ice broke off. A grin appeared on her face “I hope you are looking forward to a salmon” The molly said, before crouching down and looking for a fish.
Stormgrowl
Riverclan Senior Warrior
As Nightwhisper dropped her side of the salmon, Stormgrowl pulled it in closer, using his back paws to kick it up onto the shore as the younger she-cat jumped onto him. His forelegs propped her up as he leant backwards onto the shingle of the river shore, his stumpy tail twitching in content as they kissed. His heart felt warm, warmer than it had in moons, since he was a young apprentice experiencing his first rejection, his first heartbreak, and his resolution that he wouldn't take a mate, ever.
How stupid his younger self had been, but of course, his younger self had never met Nightwhisper. He knows that young Stormpaw would have been padding after her like an idiot if the two had been apprentices together. A deep purr rumbled in his throat at the thought, whiskers twitching in amusement. Nightwhisper's voice roused him from his thoughts as they broke apart for air.
It was as if her words sent a jolt of recognition through him, his heart shooting waves of static through his entire body- he hadn't thought ahead this far. To think the beautiful she-cat in front of him felt the same way, it was... he couldn't even believe it. She may have kissed him back, but it seemed the thought didn't even cross Stormgrowl's mind.
He let her finish, his own face growing hot, his paws bringing her closer as he held her tighter to him, gaze soft despite his rough exterior, his heart felt so gentle and as if it were full of downy-feathers, his head full of thistle-fluff. The tom knew at that moment, this was what he had wanted for moons. Love.
Stormgrowl nodded, "It would be of the greatest honour to court you, and become yours, devoted to you." He smiled, pressing his face against her cheek, "There would be no greater joy than fathering your kits, Nightwhisper."