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Feathertail is beautiful, Ferncloud realises, on the first gathering after she got her warrior name.
Ferncloud’s always known Feathertail’s beautiful. It’s hard not to, with her soft, plumy fur and strong muscles, pretty enough to draw anyone’s eye. The flowers braided into her fur, her sweet, comforting scent. But it’s always been a simple kind of beauty, always there. She was beautiful in the way the flowers that were dotted throughout the camp were beautiful, the way sunset was beautiful.
But Feathertail’s a different kind of beauty now. One that is always present, in the forefront, the type that made Ferncloud’s ears run hot.
Maybe it's the way the moon lit her up, glowing silver and bright, markings dark and distinct, accentuating her features. The rivulets of water hanging off her fur, the white of her fangs as they flashed in a smile. The way her eyes glittered, clear and as blue as the river, as she leaned in, whispering into Ferncloud’s ear, “Let’s get out of here,”. The soft brush of Feathertail’s whiskers against her cheek.
Ferncloud purrs and follows her into the forest.
