A Little Fire to Warm the Day [LittlexFire]

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Firefang's entire body shuddered as he tried in vain to get his emotions in check. The sorrow he currently felt was beyond anything most of his clanmates had ever suffered, he was certain. He could hardly form a single thought, it was so overpowering. Littleflower tried to apologize, but somebody would have had to hear his story eventually. It might as well be somebody who wouldn't judge him for it. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Nothing anybody can do to change it now anyway. And, yes, it was horrible."

Wow. Way to be blunt and lame. Now she was sure to think that you thought she had done something wrong. That was handled really nicely. But, of course, she had no reason to think that you were perfect, by any means. The story should have refuted that misconception quite nicely.

And now she was walking away. Just his luck. She told him to stay there, though, so he did. Maybe she meant to come back. As he watched her, he realized that she was actually looking for something. What was she doing? It was a curious thing to see her sniffing about the entire campsite, so intent on finding something. What, was she going to go all Crowpaw on him and bring him a flower? That would be amusing. It did make him feel better, though, that she was looking for something to cheer him up. At least, he thought that's what she was doing. He could certainly hope, couldn't he?

And now she was back, and something was in her mouth. Tiny, fragile wings, a small body, six legs... she'd brought him a butterfly. That was probably the most touching thing anybody had ever done for him. Snowy had done things almost like that frequently, but they had been raised together and were bound by blood. Littleflower... she was somebody he had just met. She didn't have to care about him, or want to make him feel better, but she did. It brought a smile to his face.

"Thank you, Littleflower. It's... it's very touching. I appreciate it very much. Thank you." A token of friendship? Well, token accepted.

He, Firefang, had a friend. For the first time in his life, he had a friend, and they weren't related to him. Wow. So, what did he do now?

"What did it say? When you caught it." He smiled now, not just in general, but at her

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Littleflower purred it sounded like she had a friend. A friend! Someone other than her apprentice Silverpaw, or her brother. Someone who didn't hate her for being a former kittypet. She felt a purr start to rumble in her throat. She had touched him, she had actually made a cat smile. She felt something she had never felt before. It made her happy too. She had no idea what it was, maybe it was just gas. "Well, I'm glad I could be of service." She said with excitement flooding her voice.

She lifted her head. "What did it say? Hm..." She had to think about that one. "What did it say? Oh yes," She stood to act it out. "It said, 'Oh beautiful Littleflower please don't kill me! I am too young to die!'" She acted sheepish and scared. "Then I said, 'No, little butterfly, you must die for my friend. I shall kill you know!'" She pounced, batting the air at an imaginary butterfly. "Then as I caught it, it said, 'Oh no! Goodbye cruel world!'" She made little choking noises and dropped to the ground. She stood again, "It was a very talkative little bug." She placed herself next to Firefang yet again, hoping she wasn't too over the top with her improv.

OOC: Sorry for shortness, do with me what you will.

[glowlynose]

Well. That was certainly unexpected. The unabashed goofiness with which Littleflower chose to reply was shocking, but not necessarily in a bad way. He just had to get used to being teased again, he supposed. When her little tirade began he scarcely knew how to react; how did one respond to being teased? But by the end he was grinning and laughing like nothing else. Oh, how he had missed that feeling. Happiness, that was what it was called. Joviality, mirth, joy, elation- all of these and more he felt. It was quite literally the most liberating thing he had experienced since coming to the clans.

"Sounds like it was quite talkative," he purred, still chuckling to himself at her silliness. Oh, what a great friend she already was! She had managed to drag him out of the pit of his self-reflection and had forced him to once more see the good in things, and all she'd done was talk to him for a few heartbeats. She made him smile. That was important to him. He had not smiled in so long that his face had forgotten the feeling of it, the pleasure that such a simple act produced. He ought to smile more often. It oughtn't be that he should be so grave and silent all the time. Maybe if he was brighter, he could make more friends! Not that he needed any, because he now had Littleflower and would be perfectly content to keep her friendship until she died. Right now, she was all he needed in a friend.

"Thank you for being willing to be my friend, Littleflower. I haven't had anybody hardly talk to me since Snowy died, so this is special beyond words." He hoped that the intensity of his gaze would help to convey the full weight of his words. She had shown him more kindness than any cat before in his life, except perhaps little Briar, for he had scorned his brother whereas Littleflower he had simply passed off as another unfeeling clanmate. A shy smile took hold of his previously serious face, for he was uncertain of the reception of his words. He hoped they would be taken well. All the signs pointed to it, but there was no foolproof method of telling how things would be received.

All he wanted right now was for Littleflower to like him.

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