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Doefreckle was trying and failing to climb a tree. He'd been strolling along, lost in his own thoughts and trying to force himself to live in the moment and enjoy the bright, pollen-sweet morning, when he'd watched a large, bright pink hibiscus flower float along in the cool breeze and get stuck in a wild fruit tree. Its branches were sprawling, casting deep shadow over the grass beneath it. Hibiscus flowers didn't grow in SummerClan territory and Doe wanted it. Why? He wasn't entirely sure. Maybe it was just that it was something impossible and unique and ultimately fruitless; maybe it was a fool's errand; maybe it was just that it was taunting him and he was sick of being taunted.
"Oh, come on," he grumbled through his teeth, after his tenth attempt at leaping upward resulted in him sliding back down the trunk, leaving claw scrapes in the bark from his three good paws. He tried again, gathering his back legs beneath him, taking a moment to judge the distance - and smacked his forehead against the tree. "Oh, sure, join SummerClan," he grizzled to himself, voice high and mocking as he seethed up at the pink flower fluttering in the breeze. "They hardly have any trees. You won't have any trouble there. But of coooOOOURSE," he raised his voice to the flower, "the oooooonly tree is the one tormenting me." He hit the tree with his paw. It hurt him more than it did it. He growled low in his throat.
Then, a butterfly fluttered past. Doe watched it grumpily for a moment, rubbing his paw, before his playfulness finally won out. He leapt after it, springing up and down in the air as he swiped at it. The scowl turned to a bright, boyish smile as he purred to himself, jumping through the wildflower meadow after the butterfly. He giggled, flopping into a bed of daisies and watching the pollen burst up into the air above him. He smiled against the sun, tail-tip flicking happily, paws kneading at thin air. There was one perk to not being leader anymore: no one cared if you looked like an idiot.
Honeyfrost was enjoying the warm greenleaf morning, going through a stroll through the lovely fields. Mostly she was trying to avoid work back at camp, but apparently even in a group as lax as Summerclan, being lazy was 'not something to be proud of'. Whatevs. Her beautiful bestie was busy this morning, otherwise she'd have been walking with her.
As it was, she caught sight of a scrumptious looking tom laying on his back in the flowers. She'd never seen him before- fresh meat. "Hey there," Honeyfrost purred, sidling up to the tom and feeling grateful she'd just groomed her luscious black fur into sleek perfection. "Enjoying the sunshine?"
When Doe heard Honeyfrost's voice, he closed his eyes and let out a silent breath that might have hidden a curse somewhere in there. He'd never spoken to her before - he'd carefully avoid her around camp, by subtly slipping out of the tunnel or into a den whenever she was on the prowl, and he had a vague inkling he'd succeeded so well she didn't even know who he was - but he knew of her. Crow had warned him in passing - and Crow liked girls.
But now, his time of reckoning had come at last. It was only a matter of time.
Doefreckle smiled cheerfully and sat up in the wildflowers, beaming at her with all the softness and warmth of a spring day. He wasn't going to be rude to her - he was just going to smile and fawn his way out of becoming her newest victim. "Pretty, isn't it?" he smiled back at her. "Lovely morning!"
"Lovelier with you in it," she purred, sitting down beside him and watching him hungrily. "I always loved the flowers. They give such an air of romance to the place. What's your name, by the way? I don't think we've met. I'm Honeyfrost." Quite frankly, the black-furred she-cat didn't know that a tom could be gay- the idea that one would not be interested in her at all was an unfathomable one to her. She was convinced with the right mindset, she could get this tom to fall head over heels for her.
