The moon lay hidden behind gray storm clouds, the fluffy masses that ruled the sky turned black by the swath of night. A light rain hissed down into the forest, glazing the trees and undergrowth as two cats stood, letting liquid drench their fur. One sat on the Sunningrocks, his fur ruffled slightly and eyes closed in contentment. The she-cat sat on the bank across the river, her sapphire gaze boring into the other. Her eyes never left him, and she did not flinch even as the rain lined her whiskers and annoyingly lodged in her ears.
Fireheart opened his eyes, only to recoil in shock upon seeing the slits of blue, as nothing much else was visible of the RiverClan warrior.
"M-Mistyfoot." He stammered, trying to cover up that he did not know she was there the whole time. As if, Mistyfoot thought, slowly swimming across the river.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Fireheart hissed, though there was no hostility in his voice.
Mistyfoot looked at him once more, watching as the ginger fur on his neck bristled in surprise. "What's wrong, Fireheart? You seem tense." The ginger tom stared back, trying to determine what she was playing at.
"Is this about Bluestar?"
"Maybe."
"Please just tell me what you want."
"Why would I do that? Besides, I wouldn't attack you."
Fireheart flicked his ears in surprise. "Why? I'm ThunderClan. An enemy Clan."
"I wouldn't do that, mouse-brain, I'm ThunderClan too. And anyway, maybe I consider you a friend."
The gray she-cat turned away, as if embaressed to say that. Fireheart sat down, rasping his tounge over a paw. "Well then, I consider you a friend too."
Mistyfoot looked back at him sharply, surprised this cat would say something like that. Fireheart's green eyes slowly slid up to meet hers, and she looked away quickly. We've switched places... She thought, as now she was flustered and Fireheart was not being readable.
"Mistyfoot."
Mistyfoot raised her head, as she had been giving her chest fur rapid licks.
"Heh? What?"
"You're better than they think."
"...What are you saying?"
"If RiverClan think you are un-trustworthy or whatever, they're wrong."
The ginger warrior stood up, and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Remember that."
He then turned and walked up into the forest, leaving Mistyfoot to stare after him in shock.