Fishpaw needs a crush

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    The cream colored tabby apprentice woke with a start. She had dreamt an awful nightmare......one in which she was stumbled into a WinClan patrol and everybody had been killed. Lemonpaw's ears were pinned back and her green eyes wide, and she was breathing hard.

    Cragpaw was staring dumbly at Lemonpaw when he realized that she was breathing hard!
    "Lemonpaw! Are you okay?" He wrapped his tail protectively around Lemonpaw, which was probably the only tom-ly thing he had done so far.

    The yellow tabby shook herself. "F-fine." She mumbled, standing up and staggering into the clearing. She sat down beneath a clump of ferns, her mind replaying the awful nightmare scenario.

    Lemonpaw was clearly not okay and she looked very distracted and distance. Suddenly feeling a great amount of fear, Cragpaw sat down next to her. What if she left? What if she was gone like Dap- But no. She was Lemonpaw. And he did not wish Lemonpaw to disappear.
    "Lemonpaw.... If it bothers you too much, do you..want to tell me?"
    Probably not. Who wants to talk about their nightmares? Cragpaw felt a little foolish.

    Lemonpaw switched her desperate green gaze on him. "I had the worst dream! It was about the windclan encounter..." her voice cracked and faltered as tears crowded in the corners of her eyes. "I feel so guilty! Everybody died....except me and those WindClan cats! They...they told me it was all my fault!" She cried, the tears spilling over. "What if i never become a warrioe? That was my lifelong dream!" Lemonpaw sobbed, pressing herself up.against Cragpaw for comforst.

    Cragpaw felt Lemonpaw pressing to his body. What a ridiculous dream!
    "Lemonpaw... I'm still alive. Tabbysong is still alive. Nobody is dead! And we have a whole future ahead of us being warriors and having kits and fighting great battles!"
    Having kits part was a bit awkward, but Cragpaw decided to let it go. Rather, he decided to pass over it, hoping that Lemonpaw would not notice his slip of words...

    "But....but it was so...real." she shuddered at the dream. And did he say something about kits? Happy to change the subject, lemonpww straightened. "I seriously doubt that any warrior or apprenitice would grown up and actually love me." The yelow tabby's shoulders sagged miserably.

    "Huh? What? Why? That's mousebrained!" Cragpaw said, staring at the pretty she-cat, "Why do you think like that?"
    The dark brown tom couldn't comprehend why Lemonpaw was thinking like that. Maybe the nightmare was distracting her thoughts.

    Lemonpaw shrugged. "Nobody but you has ever dared appdoach me before." She meowed. Nobody but Cragpaw she realized for the first time the fuzzy feeling in her belly every time he got near.


    Hesitantly, Lemonpaw leaned forward. She gave Cragpaaw a quick lick on the nose and ran into the forest.

    Cragpaw stared at her. Nobody had approached her... Because everybody else was weird and blind not to see such a pretty she-cat like her... They were mental. The dark brown tom stared after the pretty she-cat when she darted away. His cheek burned. For a heartbeat, he was rooted to the spot. His mouth agape, he ran after her for no obvious reasons. His mind was blank.


    Tabbysong watched the two cats. Ah~ the young love! Shaking her head, she resumed to sharing tongues with Blitzstripe.

    Lemonpaw weaved in an out through trees, ferns, and bushes. She could hear Cragpaw behind her, and almost at once a grin appeared on her face. The yellow tabby skidded to a halt, only to dart up a nearby oak tree.

    "Lemonpaw? Lemonpaw?" Unfortunately, Cragpaw was not best in tracking. "Hello?"
    He remembered the times he used to drop out of the tree to scare other apprentices. He hoped Lemonpaw wasn't going to try to do that.

    Lemonpaw crouched on the lowest branch, watching with great amusement as the confused apprentice circled below. Silently she lept down the other side of the trunk, and slipped through a narrow passage in a bush. She stepped into the sun lit clearing. Her cream colored pelt rippled overtop her muscles, even though she looked small. Her green eyes were hesitant as she stepped up behind Cragpaw. Hardly more than a whisper, Lemonpaw breathed, "boo."

    "WHOA!" Cragpaw's fur stuck in every direction possible as he jumped three fox-lengths into the air. "Great StarClan! Lemonpaw! Thank you for not jumping at me from the tree."
    Did he think every cat played tricks like him?

    Whoa, whoa, whoa! Cragpaw's entire pelt burned scarlet. Great StarClan! This was so.....wow. Cragpaw swooned(!). Well, this certainly felt very nice, having a very pretty she-cat with him. Wow.... Did Lemonpaw like him? As a tom? Somehow, he felt an inkling of doubt in that. Cats liked him. But no cats SERIOUSLY liked him.

    "Yeah!" Cragpaw called out, his voice a bit wheezy and squeaky from swooning too much. "Duh..uh..."
    The dark brown tom followed the pretty she-cat quite blindly without knowing where they were going. "Wow.."
    Was this really happening?

    Lemonpaw's eyes were so pretty... and her name was so pretty...even the way she spoke was so pretty!
    "Wow....uh...huh?" Cragpaw almost missed the question. "I was just thinking that-"
    As mouse-brained as he was, he just couldn't answer the question truthfully!
    "-that-er-"
    But Cragpaw was horrible at lying.
    "-er-eyes-your-eh-"