These two-legs are crazy (HELP, ANYONE!)

[mystic]

Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

"I wasn't doing flattery." he mewed, locking eyes with Lightheart. "I'm being honest." he added. "I really am. I think you're very handsome." he purred loudly, still tickling Lightheart. Then the tom pulled him over onto his side. "Whoa!" he giggled. "I guess you can't." he mewed. "Though I was enjoying it very much." he added, his eartips turning pink as he blushed. He leaned over and licked Lightheart's ear.

His ear flicked as Lightheart licked it. "That tickles." He giggled. "Well, I put nice things in my nest. You know, if you collected fresh pine branches..." he mewed. "I'll bet that would make you smell so tomly." He purred happily, nuzzling against the tom. Then Lightheart asked him why he hadn't done anything before.

Nightflower looked away. "I was scared." He mewed, drooping his ears. "That you were going to reject me. I mean, well..." He looked away. "I didn't want to ruin our friendship. Ever..." he sighed and licked Lightheart's nose. "But I'm not scared of this anymore. I know we can have and be something perfect." He looked as if he were going to say something more, but shut his mouth rather quickly.

[Heathclaw]

"You silly, cheesy goose," said Lightheart, nipping at Nightflower's shoulder affectionately. "What made you think I'd reject you? You're like the little brother I never had. Well... except... not that way, of course. B'sides, who's going to look after you if I won't, right? We're friends, even if it doesn't work out. You know, StarClan has a way of throwing flaming pine cones into these sorts of things."

He gave Nightflower's shoulder a friendly tweak as he said this, and then got up and jumped over to his other side. "Fresh pine branches, huh? Sounds a bit pokey to me, but I guess it's worth a try. We should go collect some sometime then," he murmured into Nightflower's ear, before giving the back of his neck a lick. "Maybe sometime later though. I'm pretty comfortable right here... Yup. As comfortable as a dormouse in the middle of Greenleaf, sitting right by the lake in the sunlight."

This of course, was a ridiculous simile. It was leaf-bare, and more than a little nippy.

[mystic]

Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

Nightflower blinked his pale grey moon like eyes and purred. "Really?" he asked, trembling with joy. "Oh, Lightheart." He sighed happily and leaned against the other tom. He felt like he was laying on a cloud. "Well... we'd take the branch part off and break apart the pine needles to make the smell come out more." He explained, licking Lightheart's nose again.

"Well it is a bit cold here, but I'm happy so long as I'm with you." He gazed at the other tom. "I'll go wherever you go, even to the end of the world! I'd travel to the moon and back if you wanted me to."

[Heathclaw]

Lightheart draped a paw over Nightflower's shoulder as he leaned back against him, running his paw through the fur of the darker tom's belly. "Hrmm... alright. Erm... let's not go too far, eh, buddy?" said Lightheart, giving the tom a little nudge as his words turned towards the overly mushy. "Why don't we start off by heading back to camp, huh?"

With that, he rolled back onto his feet, feeling hot under his fur for a completely different reason than before: embarrassment. It was a little bit unsettling that Nightflower cared about him that much. "Then, we can go looking for pine branches to crack a bit later. I think that's actually given me an idea for my next endeavor. Let's go- race you back!" he said, grabbing his mice and darting off in the direction of ShadowClan's camp.

[mystic]

Nightflower
^{If Starclan had wanted me otherwise, They would have created me otherwise.}

Nightflower watched as Lightheart ran off. His shoulders dropped and he picked up his prey before heading back to camp. His tail flicked back and forth a little, now he was confused as to why Lightheart was acting this way. Picking up his pace to a light trot he made his way back to camp though nowhere near as fast as Lightheart had.

(Mystic thinks this thread is dead)(*pulls a sheet over thread*)

[Heathclaw]

Mystic should consult with her thread partner(s) before closing a thread. Again. Although this is a good place to end it. Even so.