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Timepaw wasn't gay. Not at all!

The tom that was on his mind was there in a completely platonical sense. Crabpaw was one of the first friend's Timepaw actually made. Sure, he got along fine for the most part with everyone else in Thunderclan, but he hadn't been open enough to actually take a step towards creating some sort of friendship. He hadn't even really done that with the Windclanner, either. But...the white and grey tom just felt drawn to him for some reason. And despite the anger that seemed to radiate off of Crabpaw, he still wanted to stick around and try and be friends with him.

Unknowingly, Timepaw returned from a patrol with a huge grin on his face, daydreaming as he trotted along, his new friend on his mind.

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Timepaw's ears pricked forward as Crabpaw introduced himself, and proceeded to compliment him. Twice! Feeling a wave of nervousness cross him, Timepaw just laughed. "Wow! Ain't cha at least gonna take me to dinner before talkin' like that?" He purred lightly. "And just so ya' know, 'a lot less annoyin'' is prolly gonna change." The Thunderclanner smirked. He knew his rambles could get long and, well, annoying. Self-depreciating was fun, but Timepaw lightly winced as he remembered how many times he'd been scolded in the past for talking to much.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. "Soooo...Crabpaw, what brings ya to the gathering?" Oh Starclan, that was a dumb question.

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Timepaw didn't want to be awake, but it seemed his mind had other plans.

Tiredly, the apprentice dragged his feet around the territory of Thunderclan, finding himself nervously coming back to the border of Windclan multiple times throughout the night. As if Crabpaw would be there. Starclan, why was Crabpaw always on his mind? Normally the tom didn't like loudness, but he found something comforting in the grumpy Windclanner.

Deciding he would check one last time before heading in and trying to sleep again, Timepaw approached the border, staring out at the hills and long grass gently swaying in the wind. Only standing for a few moments, the white and grey tom had turned, ready to head back, when he heard his voice. Head snapping up, his ears swiveled towards the sound, quickly stalking towards it. Timepaw couldn't believe it!

"Yo, why are you up?" Timepaw asked quietly, making his way over to Crabpaw. Upon him approaching, you could see that his cheek fur was wet from crying, his eyes holding a certain tiredness that wouldn't just go away with some sleep. "How's things over in Windclan?"

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Jumping in surprise as clanmates suddenly surrounded him, immediately jumping to the conclusion that he had a crush. Time felt his cheeks start heating up, his ears laying flat against his head in embarrassment. "I don't know what y'all're goin' on about, I've never had a crush in my life. Too cool for that." A small smirk made its way onto his face, although it dropped again for a moment as Slatepaw asked if there was a potential tom on his mind.

"Ah, sorry miss, but I ain't gay, nosiree." Yes he was, but Timepaw wasn't going to admit it. Ever. Along with his words he just gave an awkward shrug, nervously glancing at some of the others, copper eyes settling on Moonbreeze as she explained what a crush was to the kitten. "See, she gets it! Romantic feelings are grody. I don't want anyone's cooties!"

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Windclan.

He had only really been to the border, maybe a few pawsteps inside, from his nightly escapes to meet with Crabpaw. But the injured young male seemed to find himself struggling over the border instinctively, his paws leading him towards the one cat he knew for sure cared about him. That was probably the one thing keeping Timepaw going in that moment, the thought of being able to collapse next to the tabby and maybe do some completely platonic cuddling and have a feelings jam.

A soft whine escaped from Timepaw as he finally fell, tripping over his own feet as exhaustion pulled him down. Timepaw just buried his face in the grass, not wanting to look around for fear of nauseating himself and he didn't want to turn and see how banged up his body was, deep wounds clawed across his body. It kind of was a miracle he hadn't bled out yet, or maybe it was just Timepaw over-exaggerating things.

Trembling slightly, the Thunderclanner refused to give in to his exhaustion and fall asleep, feeling way too exposed in the open fields of Windclan's territory. His ears were perked, straining to hear someone approaching since his face was shoved into the ground (muffling quiet crying), not wanting to be snuck up on. "M-Mousedung..." The tom mewed to himself sadly, his claws gripping into the soft dirt beneath him.

[injuries: basically just a bunch of gashes and deep claw wounds all around his body

ps he's joining so dont send him back 2 thunderclan !]"speech." or "speech."

Timepaw had been healing from his own wounds, mostly staying and hanging around camp because not only did he not feel safe leaving, he wasn't sure how far his body would carry him before his injuries got to him. When he had awoken that morning, the young tom went to try and seek out Crabpaw, wanting to hang around the one other cat he truly trusted.

When he couldn't find his best friend, the Thunderclanner quickly chalked it up to him being on a patrol or out training since, y'know, he was an apprentice that was capable of doing that stuff, unlike he. So Timepaw settled down with a mouse, feeling bad with every bite he took since he couldn't go out and hunt and return the favor. Moments later, the peaceful surroundings of camp were ruined by Crabpaw stumbling in, looking how Time did when he stumbled into Windclan.

The sight and smell of blood made him gag, the white and grey apprentice having to force himself not to throw up. A) because that's gross and you're in the middle of camp and B) the cat you like-but-in-a-no-homo-sense-but-maybe-a-little is the one in trouble, not Timepaw. Standing up, almost in a daze, the long legged apprentice took off towards the medicine cat's den, stumbling in and yelling. " Buzzardflight !!"

Panicking, he saw some cobwebs, remembering that they were plastered over his wounds along with leaves he didn't recognize and didn't have time to try and recognize. Scooping some of them up in his paw, the trembling apprentice made his way back out, going as fast as he could on three legs. Timepaw couldn't hear much besides his heartbeat, quickened along with his breathing pattern. Awkwardly, he gently tried to place them over the nearest wound he could reach, completely unsure of what he was doing. Great.

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