I am practicing writing couples I usually stray away from. These are mere drabbles and will be very short. There will be fem/slash, but I will warn you if you don't like that stuff.
She was perfect. The picture of innocence, beauty, kindness. Her big brown eyes shone in the moonlight, and the psychic found himself hypnotized. Her voice was high, crisp, angelic—amazing. Jemima was everything he could ever want. And really, that's why he believes he doesn't deserve her.
Not like he'll stop loving her. Jemima is one of the few cats who doesn't see him as simply "Coricopat, one half of the psychics" or something. She sees past the synchronization, sticks with him instead of his more talkative sister, or some other social butterfly. Tantomile steals the show (to some extent, though Coricopat never harbors bad feelings), and Coricopat is left to be his moody, psychic self. But Jemima stays behind, tries to strike up a conversation with the less-than-normal Coricopat. At first, the tom almost found her kindness annoying. But in the blink of an eye, Jemima's bright personality warmed his heart, and he found himself in love.
Of course, there is still doubt. Jemima could have any tom in the tribe (if she put her mind to it), and yet she chose Coricopat. The psychic was convinced he was nothing special, but as Jemima plants a butterfly kiss on his cheek, Coricopat thinks he might be just a little awesome.