He led her to the outskirts of RiverClan territory. She followed him, nervous and confused. What was he doing? Where is he taking me? I- I don't... She didn't understand. She didn't. But Hawkfrost wouldn't do anything bad to her. Would he?
The muscular tom soon came to a stop. His light-colored fur glowed in the night, and he looked more radiant than ever to Leafpool at that moment. Amber eyes wide and distraught, she approached softly.
He had led her to a bush.
It looked like Twolegs had once taken care of it. Leafpool wondered what herbs were on it; was that why he'd brought her here? For an instant she was dissappointed. Oh well, she was a medicine cat, and maybe he was trying to be helpful.
That was when she noticed the roses.
They were beautiful, blooming all over the bush. She unconsciously found herself pressing against his warm, comforting pelt, drinking in his scent, and gazing at them. "Oh, Hawkfrost," she whispered. "They're beautiful..."
He twined his tail with hers and gazed down seriously in her eyes. Leafpool saw her feelings were reciprocated. It felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and she slumped, relieved.
"Leafpool," he mewed. "I've always been attracted to you. Ever since I came into the forest, I loved you. You're beautiful, you're talented - you're the most amazing she-cat I've ever met." She didn't need to look back into his eyes to know it was true.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."