just a quick little drabble from frogtoe's pov. takes place after the latest chapter of obab.
Frogtoe could remember the first time that she'd realised that she liked Fishclaw.
It was the evening after their first real battle. Fishclaw had stormed out of the medicine cat den, cobwebs covering her eye, and Frogtoe had panicked. She could remember how her mind had raced, filling in the blanks.
What if Fishclaw's wound got infected? What if she could never see out of it again? What if she died?
Beebounce and Rushstorm had left the den after her, freshly bandaged as well, and leaning on each other. She looked at them, and tried to feel the same fear that she had summoned for Fishclaw.
She was concerned.
But it wasn't world-altering. The thought of losing them wasn't the crushing terror that she had when she thought about Fishclaw dying.
It would be easier, she thought. If she just liked Rushstorm. He was perfectly likeable; and handsome to boot. She tried to fall in love with him, Starclan knows she tried.
It just… didn't work. But that all-consuming panic that had hit her when she thought about losing Fishclaw remained, never quite leaving.
But she'd managed to hide it. The other other cat she'd told was Beebounce, and he'd never judge her. Other than that, it was her secret.
A secret that was now very much out in the open.
Frogtoe watched her friends go with wide eyes, and turned back to Fishclaw. She opened her mouth, and closed it again. She could just about hear her two meddling friends through the trees, and they were not hunting. She swallowed, and blinked at Fishclaw, and offered her a weak smile.
"You like me!" Fishclaw exclaimed. Frogtoe shuddered. Her friends' bluntness was both a curse and a blessing. In this case, it wasn't working out well for Frogtoe.
"Yes." Murmured Frogtoe, looking down at the sun-drenched grass. She shifted a paw, and winced at the sound the dried-out ground made. "I can leave if you want." She said, getting up. "I won't ever speak to you again."
Fishclaw shook her head frantically. "Stay." She said, and Frogtoe sat back down. "You're crazy if you think I'd want you to leave."
Frogtoe looked at her friend, her mouth dry. Did that mean - was she? She sat stock-still,trembling slightly.
Fishclaw stepped closer to her, eyes round and so soft. She had a small smirk, a quirk in her lips that Frogtoe loved. "I didn't answer my truth." Fishclaw said. Frogtoe blinked at her.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I didn't answer the 'have I liked a cat in the group' question." Fishclaw said, taking a seat besides Frogtoe. The smirk had dropped from her face, and was replaced by a tiny smile. Vulnerable was how she looked, a sight that was rare to see from Fishclaw.
"And?" Frogtoe whispered, hardly daring to hope.
"I do." Fishclaw mewed, looking up at Frogtoe. "I have a feeling you're going to like the answer."
Frogtoe grinned, and padded closer to Fishclaw. "It's me." She stated. She bumped her head against Fishclaw's shoulder, heart brimming with joy. "Isn't it?"
Fishclaw nodded. "It's you." She purred.
The pair of them sat there, leaning on each other, content in what had just happened between them. There was a small shift in their dynamic - a trace of a future together.
If that did happen, Frogtoe would walk into that future without looking back.
this sucks so much but i needed to write smthing for obab, otherwise i would have lost all track of the story. also i've been on holiday for the past few days, which is why i haven't posted anything.
review replies;
minty: THANK U SM !
phoenix: oh no,,, don't cry. but thank you!
ember: thank u ! yeah that makes sense, thank u :)
somestormleaf: thanks! yeah i was going to try and do some worldbuilding but i couldn't work out how to slot it in lol. basically, if you've seen divergent, i was thinking of the clans being like factions. and yep, they are :)
azurineciel67: hey, thank u for reading! and yes, that describes their relationship perfectly :)