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His words sent a rush through the she-cat, unlike anything she had ever felt. At his confession, she stared to back away from the creamy furred tom, not understanding what he had meant. But the warmth of his pelt leached in to her and she felt herself relaxing once more. "Do you find yourself at home here now?" she asked with an arched brow, not moving her pelt from his.
He blinked, considering her words. He didn’t really understand what it meant to have a home. “In Nightclan I’m never hungry. I know the territory. I’m glad to see some faces in the morning — others not so much. But I don’t feel the itch to leave.” That was a sensation that had dogged him all his life. “Yeah, I guess I do feel at home.” He reminisced on his first few nights, the way he’d felt like a thief in the middle of a police station. Never settled, thinking each night was gonna be his last. But each morning he stayed. “I must’ve gotten into a dozen fights in that first week... won them all, though.” He shot her a smirk.
"And also irritated half the Clan," was her replying smirk. Snakeshiver had been one to avoid everyone until the tom had come around and gotten under her fur. "I mean," she said with a shrug, "it happens to the best of us. All them others gotta know whos boss and all that." there was a small laugh in her voice, finding herself falling even deeper into his warmth.
“Pride can get you into some trouble,” he agreed with a nod. “What about you?” his amber gaze shone with curiosity. “Before we began to hang out, I noticed you used to keep to yourself mostly. I know Nightclan is your home and all, but do you feel… settled here? Do you like mostly everybody?” He reconsidered that latter question with a pause. “I mean... can you ever envision yourself somewhere else… with other people?” Other toms? The words rang in his head.
"I grew up in NightClan," she said with a shrug, "but I wasn't born here. I don't remember much from before, so this is all I've ever known." Vague memories of her mothers scent touched her, but that was all she knew. Looking around the forest that surrounded them, she couldn't help but feel peace. "This is home to me," she said finally. "I can't imagine myself anywhere else." Shyly she ducked her head away and meowed, "I can't see myself being with anyone else here, right now."
The she-cat’s bashfulness sent a rush of excitement through him, and it translated into an amused smile on his face. It was so rare to see the steely Snakeshiver acting shy. Every moment he felt them getting closer and closer, and the boundaries falling between them. It was nerve-wracking, but also exciting to see what lay deeper within. “Neither can I,” he responded to her last confession. He raised his head to break the tension, surveying the forest around them. “Are you ready to take a crack at huntin’ again?”
Flashing him her usual cocky grin, Snakeshiver pulled away and jumped to her paws, glad to feel there was hardly any pain, soreness if anything. "As long as we don't go back to the abandoned camp," she teased with a flick of her tail across his nose.
"No, I think I've had enough bad juju for the moon," he laughed dryly. "We could try the hot springs, or the old bear cave?" The tip of her tail tickled his nose, and for a moment he had a thought to playfully bite it. But he decided the she-cat was nursing enough wounds at the moment.
The idea of soaking her leg in the springs flooded the she-cat. "I think the springs would be great, try some of that hot water therapy on my leg," she said with a sigh, closing her eyes and seeing the steam curling off of the water already.
"That's a fine idea," he nodded, turning due west. He hadn't been to the hot springs much since the season turned to Newleaf, but the waters could help his stiff joints.
~~~~ time skippy ~~~~
Steam rolled off the grey-blue water, rising up as high the canopy. The air was thick, but clean-smelling, and the chirping of birds could be hear all around. Hyenaprowl approached the waters' edge curiously, and dipped a sandy paw in to test the temperate. "The water's fine, your highness," he smirked back at her.
Slowly padding into the water, Snakeshiver let out a long sigh as the warm water wrapped itself around her body like a cocoon. "Oh that's heavenly," she purred, eyes slitting in bliss. "My leg feels better already."
Hyenaprowl submerged himself fully, even dipping his head below the surface. He was surprised at how much stiffness he was carrying in his bones — he felt it all melting away in the steaming water.
When he resurfaced he shot a pleased smirk at Snakeshiver. “This is nice. This is what I love about the forest the most; there’s nothing like this in the city. It’s all cold and hard, and most of the water there is murky puddles that crater the streets.” He dipped his head in once more, and came back up. “This is all a cat ever needs, I think.” He usually wasn’t fond of wetting his fur, but this was different.
"What was it like, living in the city," Snakeshiver asked, finding a rock a few inches under the surface of the water and settling down on her side. Steam rose into the air around them, shivering in the light. I did a lot of traveling around myself, but I never ventured into the city. Didn't like the smell."
“Big.” He mewed automatically, the water rippling lightly as he paddled towards her. “It was crowded. Messy. Mean. And yes, sometimes stinky.” He smiled lightly. “But most of all... dangerous. I think you can become addicted to that: danger. You get to feeling like you’re not living when you’re too comfortable. Like you’re missing out on something... real.” He studied her face, then looked away. “Part of me... enjoyed that night with the fox.” He looked back at her, his amber eyes wide. “Not the part where you got hurt, of course. That was terrible. Just... the excitement.”
Snakeshiver nodded, agreeing with what he had said. "I get what you mean about the excitement," she replied. "That's what I love about being a warrior though, you never know what's going to happen. You always have to be ready to defend your Clan, no matter the cost. We drove off that fox, there's no telling what could have happened if some of the apprentice's have decided to go there."
“I don’t think everyone understands that,” he meowed, absently drawing a sandy paw over the surface of the water. He smirked. “I thought I was crazy for liking unpredictability... a little bit of chaos.” Was that what it meant to be a Warrior? If so, maybe he could settle into this.
Suddenly, he got a playful look in his amber eyes. “What’s that on your nose?” he pointed a paw at her muzzle.
"What?" she asked, going a bit cross-eyed to see what he was pointing at. Giving a snort, she tossed her head and splashed at him. "I think the steam is getting to your head, there is nothing on my nose."
“On, no, you missed it,” the sandy tom drifted closer, his paw just a mere mouse-length from the she-cats nose. “It’s right… there!” Then quick as lightning, he dunked his paw into the warm pool and brought it up an arc of water that splashed across Snakeshiver’s face. “That was too easy,” he laughed as the she-cat was drenched, drifting back a tail-length in preparation for the retaliation that was sure to come.
The water splashed across her face, causing the she-cat to sputter. Her eyes grew wide, earns turned back. "Well you're an ass," Snakeshiver laughed, whiskers flicking as she shook the water from her face. "Was the necessary?"
“Oh don’t be a sour puss,” he laughed, drifting closer to her. “I’m only having some fun. Lord knows you need it after being locked up in camp for the last few weeks.”
