Spottedleaf
The tortoiseshell she-cat was checking her herb storage when a small black tom padded into her den. She addressed to the cat. "Hello Nightfrost, any injuries?"
"No Spottedleaf, you know I'm not hurt."
"Does Yellowfang need herbs?"
"Firepaw is the one taking care of her, not me."
"Do the elders need ticks removed?"
"Ravenpaw and Graypaw have mouse bile to help the elders."
"Then why are you here?"
"It's about you and my brother, Spottedleaf."
The medicine cat sighed and turned to face him.
She took a deep breath and was about to answer when he continued. "I know that medicine cats are not allowed to have mates, but I'm not against it."
Spottedleaf blinked. "What are you talking about?"
"I know many cats will be against it but I won't. You love him, don't you?"
"Yes, but I was expecting this talk from my sister. Not some random cat I'm not close to."
"I know and I should not be the one talking to you about it...but-"
Nightfrost then rolled his eyes. "My brother didn't notice his own feelings."
Spottedleaf giggled. "Indeed...wait, what?"
Nightfrost gave her a calm face. "He doesn't know he loves you."
Spottedleaf's eyes widen. "I thought it was just one-sided love," she whispered.
"And it isn't."
"Even so, what makes you think that I will abandon my duties?" the she-cat hissed.
"I'm not. Just that you might want to confess before he gets taken by a she-cat."
"If so, than be it. It is his choice."
"Yes, but..."
"But?"
"It's nothing. Whitestorm had asked me to help out the apprentices." Nightfrost padded to the entrance.
"Oh. And Nightfrost. Next time, come here when you need something from a medicine cat."
"I will."
Nightfrost left, not turning back and wondering why he did what he just did.