Warriors RPG

Rowanstar rest his chin against the top of Wovenbasket's head, purring. "Soon. It's a little after moonhigh, wouldn't want to wake them now. Especially my grump of a sister."
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Rowanstar couldn't stop the wide, toothy grin that spread across his face. Disbelief, warmth and love were mixed in his dark eyes, and he pressed his nose against Wovenbasket's. "Does that make us mates? Forever?"

Rowanstar opened his mouth to speak, but immediately found himself tongue-tied. "Wovenbasket... I- you- we-," he stammered, flattening his ears. Finally, after a moment of silence, he found the right words. "Listen, Wovenbasket… I've got a confession to make. I had the hardest time trying to find the courage to tell you this."

The dreams had been taking over his mind for moons now, ever since he was young and naive. She padded alongside him in his dreams, whispering endearments in his ear and laughing so much. It pained him to work with her every day and not be able to confess how he felt about her. Rowanstar was such a determined cat; where did his confidence go when he was around his deputy?
And now, Rowanstar twitched in his nest, haunted by dreams of love and grandeur. There she was again. Softly and almost inaudibly, he whispered, "Wovenbasket," in his sleep. Then his eyes snapped open, and he was in his dull gray den. Sitting up, Rowanstar groomed his russet fur and tried to forget his dreams. It was so hard to focus on other things when Wovenbasket was on his mind; he had laid his tail on her back at the Gathering and fought hard not to give away his crush right then and there.
After some time, Rowanstar came to a decision. Wovenbasket would find out today. The red-furred leader stood, poking his head out into the autumn sun and searching for his deputy. When he spotted her, he nodded to her and meowed, "Wovenbasket, can I talk with you for a moment?"

Rowanstar's ears twitched, and he pinched his lips into a thin line. A single fang poked out of his mouth, and he kneaded his paws. "I believe I've said enough. I won't say another word about the trespassers unless it happens again; which if you have sense, it won't."
He stood for a moment, stretching his legs before sitting down again. "Anything else you want to add? Graffitiart, you haven't shared WindClan's news. And where has your leader gone?"

Rowanstar merely shrugged. "I haven't accused you of anything yet. I only said ShadowClan scent was found on our side. I never said anyone intended to cause harm or start a war. But consider yourself forewarned. If I find your scent again I'll know you are lying. But on a happier note; yeah, I've got nothing else."
The russet tom turned to Graffitiart, narrowing his eyes. "Where has WindClan been all this time?"

Rowanstar hissed in frustration. Taintedstar was another cat he totally despised, and she appeared worse than ShadowClan. Instead of starting to spit insults and challenge others, he stood up. "RiverClan is fine, despite the fact that there are dogs now in our territory, and we also found ShadowClan scent. I won't dare break the truce and fight you yet, Rumenikstar. But consider this your only warning. If we catch a whiff of you beyond your border ever again, I won't hesitate to flay you.
The russet tom drew in a sharp, angry breath. "Taintedstar, I suggest that you respect the medicine cats. They led you to the Moonstone to get your lives, did they not? Not to mention without them, ThunderClan would be extinct."