Willows
CreekPaw's POV
I sighed, burying my tabby striped head in my paws. My ears were pressed against my head, a symbol of my frustration. I had the perfect chance. The PERFECT chance. Why didn't I speak? Flea brain...
I grudgingly lifted my head, glancing around the den with my bright blue eyes. There she slept. My best, and only friend. WillowPaw. I couldn't help but smile softly as she let out several feeble whimpers in her sleep.
I sighed again. Life was difficult as an apprentice. Suddenly, I hear a voice from outside the den. It was my mentor, DewTail. "CreekPaw! Could you clean the Elders' nests? I have to do border patrol, and WillowPaw is still sleeping." My mentor explained.
I nod, stretching my long legs and exiting our small den. I trot over to the cave known as the Elder's den, and squeeze inside. TumbleRain and FrostClaw sat waiting. "Hey," was all I said.
I cleaned quickly and efficiently, not saying a word while I replaced the old moss with newer, softer strips. After a while of hard work, the two elders had their nests again, and I could go on with my life.
Suddenly, I heard a cry from the apprentice den. All thoughts left my head. "WillowPaw..." I breathe, rushing over as fast as I could. I barged inside to find WillowPaw laying there, sobbing into her nest. So unlike her usual, hyper self.
Not knowing exactly what to do, I lay down beside her and soothingly lick her pelt. "Do you want to talk about it?" I murmur to my crush. WillowPaw shook her head, and I lick her cheek softly. "Ok, but just know I'm here for you." WillowPaw looked up at me with ready, dark green eyes, and she smiled.
At me.