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A small gust blew through the trees, causing Acorncharm to shiver. Everything outside of her nest was so cold, and she had half a mind to turn back and continue doing nothing, but the fresh air did feel nice. At least the rain had stopped, and she had some rather enjoyable company. Rivergale's presence was definitely a comfort.
"I would love to see the ocean one day," she mused, momentarily getting distracted as a cricket jumped across her path. She was so used to seeing the FallClan territory, she couldn't imagine what it looked like to someone who didn't see it every day since they were born. Was it truly as beautiful as he claimed? "There hasn't been a gathering since StarClan denounced the nonbelievers a few moons back, so I'm not sure how many Clans still follow them anymore."
"Don't worry," Rivergale said with a small nudge. "I'll take you down there one day." Seeing her shiver, he pressed his body closer and wrapped his tail around her. "Don't worry," he murmured, "We are almost there."
As he spoke, Rivergale held aside a large fern frond that was shielding their vision of the river. What they beheld was something out of a dream. The water whispered by, faint ripples blemishing its surface. But it was the fireflies that made the scene. They danced along the water's edge, like fallen stars from the heavens they worshiped. The moonlight was liquid silver on the water's surface.
"Want to know the next best thing to the ocean?" Rivergale asked, taking a small step back from the she-cat. "This is it."
It felt like all Rivergale did was give, whether it was his own body heat, this amazing view, or even just dragging her out here in the first place. There was a lot that Acorncharm had to be thankful for towards him in just a small bit of time, but she couldn't thank him. Words had escaped her the moment that the tom moved the fern, allowing the scenery to show its full beauty. It had taken a few more moments for her to realize that she had forgotten to breathe as she gazed at the scene, unable to decide which part of it was her favorite.
Hesitantly, Acorncharm took a step forward, her eyes settling on the reflection of the fireflies in the water. "This is... amazing," she whispered, afraid that raising her voice at all would scare the insects away. "No, breathtaking. If this is second to the ocean, I can't wait to see it." She turned, giving Rivergale a large smile, no hint of the previous depression or worries in her eyes. "FallClan has a festival in late Greenleaf. The Celebration of Lights, it's called, where the camp is filled with fireflies. It's beautiful," she glanced back at the water's edge, "but I don't think it could be compared to this."
Watching the refracting light shimmer on the she-cats grey fur, Rivergale couldn't help but think otherwise. You would top number one, he thought, a small smile on his maw as he watched Acorncharm take in the sights. Her eyes seemed to glow with the neon lights of the flash bugs, causing his smile to widen. There was something about her that he was just drawn to. He took a small step forward after her, until they stood shoulder to shoulder. He liked that he was taller than her, his chin almost to the top of her head.
"When I first came to FallClan, I found it hard to sleep at night so I went wandering. It was earlier this green-leaf that I found this." He looked down at her again out of the corners of his eyes, feeling his body relax and lean into Acorncharm's slightly. "Fireflies don't last long, I'm glad I was able to show someone, though I'm excited for this festival you've mentioned."
The warm blanket of comfort that was Rivergale swept over her once again, causing Acorncharm's gaze to return to the tom as he spoke, though she still kept the fireflies in her peripheral vision; it was far too beautiful a scene to completely ignore. "It's amazing," she repeated, completely unaware of the thoughts running through Rivergale's mind. "Thank you for showing this to me, I love it. Really." Whether she had been aware of it or not, she had leaned in closer to him as she talked.
Everything about this moment just radiated warmth and happiness to Acorncharm. She was sure that the memory of this would last with her for a long time. Maybe Rivergale could also become a lasting friend to her, someone that she could actually confide in. Other than family, she had only been close to one other. Most of the cats around her growing up had either ignored her or bullied her, so this was still something new and unusual to her. Awkwardly, she shifted her paws. "It's silly a silly question since the festival is in camp, but would you like to go together?" she asked.
Rivergale couldn't help but feel extremely happy at her reaction to everything, the warmth growing in his chest. He hadn't let himself get close to any of the she-cats in the Clan - in fact, to anyone in the Clan. But here he was, grinning like a fool that he was able to bring a smile on her pale grey face. "You look good in the light of the fireflies," he said rather softly, unsure of how she would take the compliment. But when she invited him to accompany her to the festival, his confidence grew. Maybe this could be something someday; he was definitely willing to go for it. "I would love that," he rumbled, touching his nose to her ear for a brief second.
The comment caught Acorncharm off-guard, and for a few moments she wasn't even sure if she had heard him correctly. There was no way that someone would actually compliment her, right? He had to be joking, or perhaps trying to get on her good side. She glanced at him through the corner of her eye, trying to read him. All of her doubts melted away at his smile, however. He wouldn't make fun of her, somehow she was sure of it. Quickly, she pulled her gaze back to the fireflies, unsure about how that realization made her feel.
"I-I'm glad," she stuttered as his nose met her ear. "There's often games and a feast, but most of FallClan's festivals have feasts. Especially in leaf-fall." And now she was talking nonsense, wasn't she? Why was she suddenly so nervous?
"You don't have to pull my tail to get me to go," Rivergale meowed with a rumbling laugh, his belly echoing the sound. "I'm always one who's ready to eat." He had watched the emotions cross the she-cat's face, hoping he hadn't pressed her too far. This was new to him as well, this sort of feeling. Dropping his muzzle, he looked away for a moment and meowed, "If I overstep at all, just let me know."
At Rivergale's acceptance of her invitation, Acorncharm could feel her nervousness begin to fade, for the most part. For some reason, it still felt like there was a butterfly in her stomach, though she couldn't quite place why. She wasn't used to talking to others, much less making plans to meet up. With Melondrop, they had always seemed to just accidentally bump into each other, rather than making actual plans or inviting each other somewhere.
Before the emptiness could overtake her again at the thought of her lost crush, Rivergale spoke again, causing Acorncharm to jump. "W-what? No, no! You're fine!" she said, her voice cracking with its slightly higher pitch. "I just... I'm not used to... this." She tilted her head slightly, attempting to look at his face. "I haven't had many friends, so I'm sorry if I'm... awkward at all."
The small smile returned to his maw, causing Rivergale to dip his head in a small nod. "Your awkwardness as you say," he meowed with a slight chuckle, "is rather charming. He turned his stormy eyes towards hers, amusement and something else swimming in their depths. "I like being around you, I want to know more about you."
"I, uh," For some reason, Rivergale's gaze had caught her off-guard, and whatever she was going to say was forgotten. Every nerve in her body told her to look away, but she stubbornly held his gaze. It had been so long since she felt anything other than sorrow, it felt weird being able to smile and feel embarrassed around someone. Finally, her brain began working again, and she found herself reciprocating his want to know more. But, for now, that would be a secret. "I'm not that interesting," she said, softly, "but you can ask anything."
"Well," he asked, finding a cool spot in the long grasses to lay down. He rolled on his back, savoring the smell of the nighttime and earth around him. "What's your favorite prey? I'm sure you could already guess mine." A sheepish smile crossed his face.
Green eyes watched Rivergale as he got comfortable, but Acorncharm stayed in her sitting position. "Well, uh, I do rather like starlings. I'm really bad at hunting them, though. Anything with wings is difficult, and it's hard for me to get close enough to them." A small smile started to form on her face, matching the tom's. "I can be rather clumsy, believe it or not." She gave a nervous laugh, then motioned back to him. "Is there a type of fish that you like the most?"
He let out a small chuckle. "I don't do trees very well, but if a bird is on the ground I can catch it," he said with a quick wink. At her question, his brows scrunched together as he thought, lips pulling down in a small frown. "Trout is good, but now during spawning season because they get so skinny fighting their way to the breeding grounds and then just dying."
"Maybe between the two of us, we might be able to catch a bird," she joked. Up until now, there had been some sort of nervousness in her heart, but this casual talking was helping her relax more. Her gaze was focused on Rivergale, almost forgetting about the fireflies around them. As he talked, she found herself matching his previous expression as her own brows scrunched. "Spawning season?" she asked. "I admittedly don't know much about fish." Then, she shook her head, deciding that she probably didn't want to know why so many trout died during that time. "How long does the season last?"
"A coupla weeks," he meowed, turning his gaze back to the night flowing water. "The females lay their eggs and then the males come to fertilize, only to die afterwards. It's a very interesting way of living, only to keep the species going." Rivergale flicked his eyes back to her for a moment, feeling the heat rushing to his cheeks.
Acorncharm didn't notice whatever was in Rivergale's eyes when he looked at her. Instead, she had narrowed her eyes, staring at him in thought. "That sounds like a lonely way to live," she eventually said. While she certainly couldn't claim to have many in her life, she couldn't imagine living her life only for the sake for others to live. It felt very empty, but also... "Very selfless." She blinked, not noticing for a moment that she had spoken the last part out loud.
