Fireheart X Graystripe OTP
Snow fell slowly from the navy blue sky as Fireheart stretched his legs from a late afternoon nap. Leaf-bare was finally here, it was obvious. The leaves were all off the trees, the weather was now always cold, and it was snowing quite a lot this season. The camp didn't have much more than a slight carpet of snow, however, he knew outside the camp had snow that reached all the way past his paws and up his legs a bit. It made hunting a chore, that's for sure, but Fireheart had managed to do some decent hunting for the day. He had not planned to go out again. That is, until he glanced around the camp to find his best friend padding towards the exit of ThunderClan. Silverstream, his mate had recently passed and he was not taking it well, Graystripe always seemed either sad or angry, which kept most cats at a distance...most. The ginger tom quickly hopped over, "Hey, where are you off to?" he asked with a slight yawn to his tone. They may not have been talking much lately, but Fireheart had really begun to miss his long-time friend.
Ever since Silverstream had died giving birth to Graystripe's kits, the gray tom seemed constantly moody and distant from the clan. He had purposely missed the last gathering, gone on hunting trips alone, and sometimes would just leave camp altogether to go talk to the star-lit sky above, as if he was telling Silverstream about the kits. He missed her a lot, however, Fireheart had noticed that Graystripe stopped talking to the stars and began socializing with the clan again, it looked like things were slowly getting back to normal. Fireheart smiled, "Surely if he;s not talking to her, he wouldn't mind my company...right…?" Fireheart's belly was filled with butterflies at that moment of doubt. What if his best-friend didn't want to talk to him anymore. What if Graystripe blamed him for Silverstream's death? This sudden anxiousness made Fireheart very uneasy. He tried to hide it the best he could so Graystripe couldn't tell.
"I'm just going for a walk…" the long furred gray tom said a bit roughly and quickly. "Great...He DOES blame me...He's always been mad at me hasn't he…?" This feeling of regret and loneliness was a hard concept for Fireheart to grasp, he didn't understand how to handle it, so he tried to shrug it off. "O-Oh...Well, mind if I join you, we haven't spoken in a long time!" he said with a wide grin and smile, very carefully trying to hide what he was thinking on the inside. He prayed to StarClan that Graystripe would not reject his offer. The gray tom cracked a small smile along with an exhausted sounding sigh, "Sure...Why not." he said. Fireheart gave a soft sigh of his own, followed by a slight purr and a nuzzle to Graystripe's side, "Well then, let's go!" Fireheart exclaimed, bouncing off and leading them outside the camp.
The snow had not gotten any better since the day before, very deep, however soft snow. The cool breeze sent a shiver to Fireheart's spine, "It-It's really cold out today isn't it…?" he asked, turning to Graystripe. The gray tom had a long, thick pelt, he didn't feel the cold very easily. Fireheart turned back, "That was stupid, of course he's not cold you idiot…" he thought to himself. Graystripe chuckled a bit, "Yeah, it's a little colder than usual. There's not a cloud out in the sky tonight...Look." he said, sitting down in the snow and looking up at the beautiful navy blue sky that was dotted with silver, twinkling stars. The crescent moon shone brilliantly and made Graystripe's eyes sparkle a bit in the light. Fireheart smiled a bit as his fur grew a bit warm with embarrassment
Graystripe turned his head to catch Fireheart watching, "What? Expecting me to say something?" He asked. Fireheart couldn't tell if Graystripe was playing around or a bit insulted. The ginger tom shook his head quickly, "N-No, sorry. You...Erm...Seem a bit...thin. Have you been eating properly?" he asked suddenly, covering up his starring. The long furred tom just chuckled, "I take that as a compliment actually, I feel like I've gotten heavier actually, I've been eating quite a bit actually!' Graystripe laughed whole wholeheartedly with a large, goofy grin, as usual.
The ginger tom smirked a bit, "Ha-ha...I live to make you feel good about yourself." he teased as he continued to walk onwards. It must have been a long walk, Fireheart had lt track of time talking and catching up with his best friend. After a while, a series of lights, bright blue like the morning sky. Graystripe noticed this rather quickly, "What's that?" he asked, kicking up snow as he suddenly dashed towards them. "Hey wait for me!" Fireheart cried, running after him. It took a few good moments of spriting after him, but once he caught up, Graystripe had stopped in his tracks, staring at the fence that Fireheart used to sit on when he was a kittypet. The tops of the fence was all decorated in shining lights that occasionally flickered.
"What are these?" Graystripe asked, walking up to the base of the fence and glancing up at the pretty lights with a wide smile of optimism. Fireheart's ears flickered, he had remembered what these were, his mother had told him all about it. The emerald-eyed tom went at sat next to his friend, "Christmas lights." he said happily, "At least- that's what the two-legs called them. I remember when I was a kit, my mother told me all about it when the weather turned cold. It's a time of beautiful lights and sharing moments with the ones you love…" Fireheart said, smiling, lost in the past.
"Kind of like what we're doing now, huh? Sharing a moment?" Graystripe said softly, glancing over at Fireheart with a soft tone to his voice, "Christmas...I like the idea of it...but not the lights. Don't get me wrong, they're pretty, but I'm not touching them." He laughed, scooting a bit closer to Fireheart. Fireheart could feel his friend's warm pelt and his heart skipped a beat, realizing what he had said. "What was that…?" the ginger tom asked quietly, thinking he hadn't heard him right. Graystripe chuckled, "What are you? Deaf? Ha-ha, I said "They're PRETTY but I'm not TOUCHING them."" He repeated with loud diction on those words with a chuckle. Fireheart let out a purr of amusement, "Not that you idiot, I meant before that…?" he said with a soft smile. Graystripe rolled his eyes, "Before THAT? Hmm...I said, "Christmas...I like the idea of it."" he mewed, half mocking himself. The ginger tom let out a frustrated sigh, "I hate you." he said with some teasing in his voice.
Graystripe turned his head to look at Fireheart, "And guess what?"
"What…?"
Graystripe touched his nose to Fireheart's, "I hate you more…" he said with a soft purr.
MERRY CHRISTMAS FUZZBUTTS!