Talk:Crazy Crack Pairings/@comment-38080323-20190124230801

StormBlossom sprinted through the forest, not caring when brambles scraped her beautiful brown and white tabby pelt, or when she thought she was running so quickly that she would be blinded. No, Blossom was scared of missing out on the Mating Ceremony, the ceremony that took place every Greenleaf so that pretty she-cats and handsome toms didn't miss out on the opportunity to get a mate. Last Greenleaf, Blossom had gotten attacked by a badger on her way to the ceremony, and would've gotten killed if it a silver tom hadn't clawed it right back in the face! She was hoping to see him again, and possibly become mates. Blossom shook herself hastily to get rid of her thoughts then went on. It seemed to take forever when she finally reached a large meadow that was flooded with cats of all colours and sizes. (Well, maybe not all sizes, because obviously kits couldn't come to a mating gathering!) She looked around to try and find the silver tom, but there was no sign of him. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't come, Blossom said to herself. He might've just been going hunting or something when I last saw him. But she couldn't help feeling a pang of disappointment at the prospect of the silver tom not being there. It would mean that she would have to wait a whole year before she finally got a mate. Anyway, Blossom shook her head to clear her thoughts. I guess that means that I'll need to hang out with someone else today. Trying not to sulk, Blossom reluctantly padded over to a group of young toms, all of which looked awfully handsome and cute, especially a smoky brown tom with brilliant green eyes. He turned his head to look at the tabby and white she-cat and, standing up, waved his tail as a signal for his friends. "Hey, dudes, looks like we've found ourselves a new she-cat. Not that bad looking either," he exclaimed, winking at Blossom. "Name 's Dusk by the way. These are my pals, Hawk, Pastel, Ziggy and Falcon. Oh, and there's my mate Moonrise over there, next to Falcon." Blossom looked at all five cats, nodding at them as Dusk said their names. But there was something about Falcon, a silver tom that seemed familiar. He clearly sensed it to because he stood up and spoke. "Hey, I think I recognise you. Remember the badger attack?" And from there he seemed to pour out everything that had happened since the attack. Blossom did as well. She felt the warmth of Falcon's muzzle against her cheek, the soft twitch of his whiskers. Blossom had never felt this close to another cat before, never. They stayed like this for a couple of moments, although Blossom wished they could stay like that forever, and when Falcon pulled away, she felt a strange longing to press her muzzle against his face, a strange feeling in her that forced her to love.. "So, what do you say, meet me at the lake tomorrow night?" "Huh?" Blossom was burst out of her thoughts by Falcon's words. He gave her a sad pleading look, as though he was begging her to do something. "Sorry, what did you say?" "I said," there was no trace of impatience or anger in the silver tom's voice as he repeated his words again. "I was wondering if you would like to meet me at the lake tomorrow night." "I would love to!" Blossom had never felt happier in her whole life. Perhaps there is a chance that me and Falcon can be mates after all.... Falcon dug his claws deep into the marshy ground, feeling agitated. and darkstripe