It was another one of those horrible hot and stuffy nights and Ryewhisker couldn't sleep. Although it was relatively warm inside the den, the sandy floor was extemely cold, feeling like he was sleeping in a bed of snow and ice, causing the tom to grumble and roll over, only to be met face to face with his best friend, and subtle and shy love interest.
"Oops... Hi Cloudy~" he said softly with a smile having not realized she was next to him, which was kind of funny seeing as he hadn't rolled over all night. He squinted unsure if it was really Cloudspots or if she was just asleep and he had accidentally woken her. Lately she'd been kind of Distant, and he'd wanted to make sureshe was okay earlier, but he hadn't wanted to embarrass her with private information in a clan setting, instead setting it aside for more private time, since Cloudspots seemed to be very anxious in social settings.
"You doing okay?" He asked softly, scooting a little closer, but not wanting to make her claustrophobic, still staying about 6 inches from touching her. Cloudspots had boundaries, and Ryewhisker didn't mind, as long as he could make her happy in some way shape or form, whether or not the other clan members thought they were good for each other or not.