Post by ♦ stormeh ♦ on Nov 12, 2011 17:14:25 GMT -5
It took a few moments for Pikefang to believe that Poppyfeather was truthfully alright, before letting out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he had been holding. When Poppyfeather asked about himself, he was about to reply that he was fine, but she had already came closer to him. He began to feel uncomfrtable again, just as he always did when someone was too close to him, but for some reason he didn't move away. Maybe it was because he didn't want to seem rude, or something else.
Pikefang felt Poppyfeather's rough tongue rasp across his wound, eyes widening a bit in surprise. Why was she cleaning it for him? It was very kind of her to do so, and Pikefang expected her to just tell him to go to Featherleaf to get it healed. He blushed, and stared down at his paws, not moving whatsoever. He never shared tongues with anyone, and even if this was for medical issues, it still made a shiver run down his spine. When she finished, his eyes locked with hers, and he said nothing for a moment, simply gazing at her. Then he returned to reality, and blushed again. "I... uh..." Pikefang was at loss of words.
He padded up to Poppyfeather and brushed his pelt against hers in a fond gesture. "Thank you," he meowed quietly, holding his position before moving away from her. The warmth of her body still lingered on his pelt, but it soon vanished, leaving a cold feeling spread through his fur. It still amazed him, the fact that Poppyfeather would do something like that over a silly little scrape.
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