Thunderbelly had retreated to a quiet corner in camp, where he was quietly speaking with Copperwhisker. The two had been friends for a long time, and he often went to her to talk things over and vent. "I feel horrible." He murmured, yellow eyes glued to his large paws. "I hate being put into situations that I can't control. Especially when it comes to feelings. I just had to... well there is no other way to put this, reject Red-eye's advances because I don't like her in that way, and I don't think I ever will. It crushes me to hurt a clanmate but... I can't pretend I feel something I don't, right?" All he got in reply was a steady stare from the she-cat's amber eyes. Sighing he continued, "It's not easy. I'm... I'm not ready for a mate. Yet everyone around me is pairing up. It makes me think there is something wrong with me."
Copperwhisker rasped her tongue against the brown warrior's cheek and purred, "Oh my friend. You need to stop fretting. There is nothing wrong with you. You just aren't at the place in your life that other cats seem to want you to be. And that isn't a bad thing. You protect and care for all cats in our clan, you are a role model to Amberkit and Foxpaw, and you are a best friend to me, Dewstar, and Ravenclaw. You don't have to have a mate if you don't want to. And any good friend would understand and respect your wishes."
Sighing, the heavy tom leaned against the smaller she-cat, resting his chin on her head. "How do you always know what to say?" All he got in response was a short bout of laughter that sounded along the lines of, "That is my secret to keep."
Sandpaw looked at Sagepaw dejectedly. "You can't completely blame the poor guy. Would you rather he faked feelings for her and be miserable and a liar?"





