﹌☼﹌WaterClan: The Next Generation﹌☼﹌(Accepting!)

[SoftBeee]

The Russian blue looked around and spotted him. "Thistleheart? I know your probably angry but can we talk?"

[Takk]

Thistleheart ♂||Warrior||37 moons||→Splashfrost

"I don't get angry, not like I used to." He mutters, not admitting anything he didn't have to. It wasn't so much anger as it was other feelings like frustration and confusion. "Though if you've suddenly changed your mind, there must be something meaningful on your mind."

[SoftBeee]

"I talked to Firestar he hit my head with a coconut and knocked some sense in me.", Splashfrost purred. "And he gave me some advice..."

[Takk]

Thistleheart ♂||Warrior||37 moons||→Splashfrost

"Doesn't sound very leader like to drop something on another's head." Her purring was a little strange, but he was preparing for the worst. If she was going to make him admit anything, he wasn't sure what to say or how to say it.

[SoftBeee]

Splashfrost giggled. "Well I might confess. I love you."

[Takk]

Thistleheart ♂||Warrior||37 moons||→Splashfrost

His tail puffs up, finding himself stuck between a wall and a hard place. "And what am I supposed to say, huh? Am I supposed to sweep you off your paws or make some heart filled response to reassure you..?" It would always happen, he wasn't good with these kinds of things.

[SoftBeee]

Splashfrost flinched. "I'm not that desperate."

[Takk]

Thistleheart ♂||Warrior||37 moons||→Splashfrost

"And I'm no good at these things, you're better off with someone else who can actually provide for you and make you feel special." It was easier to push everyone away, if someone got close it was just an excuse to get hurt in the end. "I didn't get my name for nothing, I'm not built for showing affection."

[SoftBeee]

Splashfrost felt tears running down her cheeks. "Goodbye.", she said sniffling before walking away, head down and tail dragging.

[Takk]

Thistleheart ♂||Warrior||37 moons||→None

"I'm sorry..." He mutter, hunching over. He felt like he was going to loose his lunch inside the den, though forced slow breathing. It hurt, but it likely hurt her more. The thought made him ill, but he tried his best to just sit quietly until the stormed passed, if it ever did.