Bluefur lapped at the cold water from the river in front of her. She sighed in bliss after she hydrated herself. She stared into the horizon, drowning in her thoughts.
Are kits really growing in there? She wondered as she glanced down at her slightly swollen belly.
She was shaken from her thoughts as water splashed at her paws. Her gaze quickly flicked to the river. A red-brown tom emerged from the raging waters, his pelt flattened by the wet liquid that was dripping down his fur. His fur lay smooth on his body, neatly highlighting his heavily-muscled frame.
"Bluefur! It's me!" He hollered from his spot at the very edge of the river. The red warrior shook off the water. His broad shoulders and fox-like tail high with dignity.
"Oakheart!" She wailed as she bounded over to him, pressing her nose deep into the tom's sleek, damp fur.
Bluefur breathed in his earthy, sweet scent. He smelled of oak trees, as his name suggests, and a slight hint of fish. The smell reminded her of the night they had spent together at Foutrees.
That was the best night of my life…
Nostalgia washed over here like a rainstorm. When they had climbed the tree, when they watched the stars… And when they slept together… Bluefur's chest began to rumble with an affectionate purr. She giggled quietly as Oakheart's purrs ticked her nose. The tom dipped his head, giving her a soft lick between her ears.
"I missed you," He lovingly cherished.
Heartbeats passed, silent, with love filling the air.
"I need to tell you something," she muttered finally, muffled by her face full of Oakheart's fur. Bluefur stepped back with a tiny, warm smile beaming on her face and a tuft of red fur caught on her whiskers.
She looked at Oakheart up and down. The sun was looming overhead, casting a pink glow that dappled the forest.
"What is it?" he purred, his whiskers twitching with amusement as he watched Bluefur's wide blue eyes look him up and down, love filling them.
The blue-gray she-cat looked down at her paws. The nerves that gnawed at her belly began to make her tremble.
"Uh-" She choked.
She took one step closer to the tom, whom was sitting just at the edge of the river. She resumed looking at him from where she stood; From the tip of his ears to the end of his tail.
She giggled nervously.
"Oh, Oakheart, you look- Handsome- today," the blue she-cat managed to spit out.
Mouse dung, Bluefur! Oakheart isn't sappy! He would never be mousebrained, enough to believe that was the only thing I was going to tell him… Bluefur scolded herself.
Oakheart turned bright red, even more than his already-red fur, but he didn't seem amused.
Great! Look what you did, Bluefur! She hissed at herself silently.
The tom flicked his tail at Bluefur's shoulder.
"Bluefur," He began, stretching his muzzle closer to hers, their noses almost touching.
"Tell me what's going on," he prompted. Bluefur held his deep amber gaze.
Oh, those eyes of yours, Oakheart, are so dreamy… She silently admitted, admiring their blazing gleam as she studied them.
She then snapped back into reality.
"Well?" Oakheart chided.
They stared at each other for a heartbeat, Until Bluefur shot forward, burying herself in his glossy fur and nuzzling his broad shoulders.
"Bluefur?!"
Bluefur gave him a small lick on his shoulder, earning a gather high-pitched whimper of surprise from the tom.
"I love you," she murmured.
"And I love you..." He added. The words escaped his lips as a near whisper.
Bluefur took a step back, once again admiring the warrior in front of her.
"-and I can't take it any longer," she continued.
Oakheart's whiskers quivered with curiosity.
"So I was thinking that maybe I should-"
A sharp howl caused Bluefur to leap in the air, and Oakheart to stagger to his paws. It was Rosetail.
"Meet me here at moonhigh tonight," She sharply whispered to him, then pushing him into the river.
"Now, get off my territory!" She hissed, as if she were never talking with the tom at all. Rosetail hurried to Bluefur's side.
"Yeah! Get off Thunderclan territory!" she chimed in. Oakheart shot into the river, powerfully surging through the current. As he made it to the Riverclan side, he looked back over his shoulder, flashing Rosetail a cold glare. He then looked over to Bluefur, flashing her a warm look. He then bounded away.
"Fish-breath!" Rosetail called after him. She turned around, facing the direction toward camp, her red tail fluffed up and kinked over her back.
"What was he doing here?!" Rosetail hissed.