Kinkfur sighed. Today is the day. The day I'll tell her how I feel. He gathered all his courage. Lilywhisker was a beautiful she-cat, that was plain to see. Her emerald eyes complimented her light soft brown fur, and her lighter brown underbelly. She was the idea of perfection. Always ready to fight like a warrior, always so sweet and kind to the kits. She always said nice things to him, but she did the same for every tom. He was no one special in anyone's world, so he didn't blame her.
But today was the day. The day he's been convincing himself to have for five moons now. The day he would confess his love for the sweet, beautiful, kind Lilywhisker. He'd put a lot of thought into today, and he had a plan. He would get the daisy he'd found earlier, a lovely daisy, and bring her extra fresh-kill. He'd give her the Daisy by setting beside her, place the fresh-kill next to her for her to eat, and confess his love in the best way possible. The worst that could happen was for her to say no, right?
He grabbed the daisy between his jaws and went through what he would say in his head again. He went over to the fresh-kill pile, and grabbed the plumpest mouse he could find. It's time. He found Lilywhisker over in the nursery, playing with Fernkit, Honeyfoot's daughter. Honeyfoot was her sister, it made sense. He padded over to her and took a deep breath in, feeling nervous as she stared at him through slitted eyes.
"Lilywhisker, I brought this for you," he murmured, laying down the daisy. "And this." He felt himself begin to feel fear as he set down the mouse as well.
"This is sweet! Thank you!" Lilywhisker purred, and took a bite from the mouse.
"Lilywhisker, I did this because you are my everything. You are perfect in every way, and you mean the forest to me. Will you….Will you be my mate?" he asked, taking in a deep breath.
"No. I'm so sorry! But I just don't think I'm ready for a mate, you know? Maybe in the future I'll think about taking in one, and maybe then we'll be mates!" she smiled warmly at him.
"W-What-" he ran off. Away. This was a lie. She was lying. She had rejected him but covered up the truth in sweet honey. He was never hers. And she was never his.
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