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It was admiration, to be blunt.

If any cat dared to mention to Mistyfoot about Leopardstar, the leader of RiverClan, of which they originate from, well, the half-Clan deputy could burst into song if she so desired. She doted on the mottled she-cat, admiring her from afar, and simply yearning after even a glance. Some cats would have called in love, others would have called it lust. But Mistyfoot just simply called it admiration. "Nothing wrong with admiring from afar," she would say, sometimes, and snarling at any cat who dared say it would have been considered stalking.

Leopardstar was a beautiful she-cat, with unusual golden spots with tabby stripes that laced across her body. She wore broad-shoulders on her neat posture, her round, dark amber eyes had a way of freezing Mistyfoot in her tracks and cause her heart to leap into her chest. Her fur was kept glossy by continual grooming, and she wore her thorn-sharp claws like trophies.

But she fought with her heart, and although her judgement was often clouded, she always followed her instincts, resorting to her claws if need be. She was strong of heart, so it wasn't any wonder that she lived so long. But sometimes... longevity was a curse.

"Mistyfoot! Get your apprentice, we are to set out to converse with Firestar about his border issues."

Looking up in alarm, the lithe yet well-muscles deputy looked over at Leopardstar, confusion lingering in her jaw as she clenched her jaw. Feathertail? Dapplenose? They're no longer my apprentices, Leopardstar. You gave them their warrior names, do you not remember? Shaking her head briefly she glanced around, half-hoping for an apprentice to spring by. Hesitantly, she raised her voice, smiling slightly, "She is busy at the moment."

"Then just come with me, the sooner we get this done, the better," Leopardstar snapped, before flashing Mistyfoot an apologetic glance. "I'm apologize, Mistyfoot. It's just that... after the drought... we just can't lay down and wait for them to strike, we're still weak."

"You're a strong leader, Leopardstar, we'll pull through, just fine, just you wait and see," the half-Clan deputy meowed reassuringly, smiling gently as her leader nodded grimly.

"You are too kind, Mistyfoot, but for comforting me, I thank you. Come, we should set out right away."

Glancing around the camp, the blue-eyed deputy nodded and began to spring after the leader, feeling the need to brush closer and barely managing to resist it. She glanced nervously over at Leopardstar before slowly realization dawned on her as they moved away from the RiverClan camp, but nowhere near the ThunderClan border. With wide and curious eyes, the blue-grey deputy glanced over at the golden spotted she-cat, a question rising but quickly ending just as Leopardstar meowed, "I used to love Tigerstar you know.. that's why I originally joined him, so many moons ago, during the battle with BloodClan. But I quickly realized it wouldn't work."

A silence, then a hesitant intake of breath. Mistyfoot waited for her leader to speak, but when the leader said nothing more, she opened her maw and spoke softly, "Why are you telling me this?" Her blue eyes were wavering slightly as she stared at the other RiverClan's she-cat's face, confusion and worry clouding her eyes. Was Leopardstar dying? Wait, of course she was. Everyone was, little by little. But once the worry was seeded, it grew. She looked expectantly up at her leader, waiting for her to speak, not noticing that they had both stopped padding away from camp.

"I've... noticed how you've looked at me, Mistyfoot." Awkward silence flitted between them as the blue-grey she-cat tensed, her eyes widening to the size of exaggerated saucers as she stared up at the golden she-cat, who smiled softly at Mistyfoot's obvious worry. "I can't keep pretending I haven't noticed. All the Clan has noticed, myself included."

"I-.. I-... I can explain," Mistyfoot meowed softly and slowly, hesitation dragging her words out as she clenched the soft and tender moss beneath her paws. She stared up at the she-cat, batting her robin egg blue eyes, her bushy tail moving gently.

"You don't have to, Mistyfoot. An attraction to your leader is nothing to be worried about," came her wise voice as she looked warmly at her tense deputy. Getting up onto her paws, having sat down onto her haunches, she began to pad over towards Bluestar's daughter, a growing smile on her face. She stopped a few inches away, smiling boldly and calmly.

Mistyfoot's gaze dropped to the ground, not daring to look at the spotted tabby she-cat, who tenderly settled her paw onto the blue-grey she-cat's. Tensing, Mistyfoot blinked her eyes closed, not daring to look up. It sounded like Leopardstar was going to declare a rejection speech, but for some reason, her heartstrings were being tugged. Maybe... just maybe... No, she couldn't think about it. Leopardstar wouldn't bother with her, she could have fussed over toms, had kits already - so what was stopping her? Mistyfoot clenched her eyes shut even tighter. Of course not, Leopardstar couldn't feel the same way... so why...

The sensation of a tongue being dragged across her ear startled the younger she-cat into opening her eyes, staring straight into Leopardstar's warm golden gaze, her eyes filled with deep emotion. "It's not wrong, Mistyfoot." The deputy blinked up in confusion and hope. Maybe... just maybe...

"Especially when I feel the same way about you."

Smiling gently, Mistyfoot leaned forward, snuggling into the leader's chest. Maybe... she had felt the same way all along.

Description
It was admiration, to be blunt.

If any cat dared to mention to Mistyfoot about Leopardstar, the leader of RiverClan, of which they originate from, well, the half-Clan deputy could burst into song if she so desired. She doted on the mottled she-cat, admiring her from afar, and simply yearning after even a glance. Some cats would have called in love, others would have called it lust. But Mistyfoot just simply called it admiration. "Nothing wrong with admiring from afar," she would say, sometimes, and snarling at any cat who dared say it would have been considered stalking.

Leopardstar was a beautiful she-cat, with unusual golden spots with tabby stripes that laced across her body. She wore broad-shoulders on her neat posture, her round, dark amber eyes had a way of freezing Mistyfoot in her tracks and cause her heart to leap into her chest. Her fur was kept glossy by continual grooming, and she wore her thorn-sharp claws like trophies.

But she fought with her heart, and although her judgement was often clouded, she always followed her instincts, resorting to her claws if need be. She was strong of heart, so it wasn't any wonder that she lived so long. But sometimes... longevity was a curse.

"Mistyfoot! Get your apprentice, we are to set out to converse with Firestar about his border issues."

Looking up in alarm, the lithe yet well-muscles deputy looked over at Leopardstar, confusion lingering in her jaw as she clenched her jaw. Feathertail? Dapplenose? They're no longer my apprentices, Leopardstar. You gave them their warrior names, do you not remember? Shaking her head briefly she glanced around, half-hoping for an apprentice to spring by. Hesitantly, she raised her voice, smiling slightly, "She is busy at the moment."

"Then just come with me, the sooner we get this done, the better," Leopardstar snapped, before flashing Mistyfoot an apologetic glance. "I'm apologize, Mistyfoot. It's just that... after the drought... we just can't lay down and wait for them to strike, we're still weak."

"You're a strong leader, Leopardstar, we'll pull through, just fine, just you wait and see," the half-Clan deputy meowed reassuringly, smiling gently as her leader nodded grimly.

"You are too kind, Mistyfoot, but for comforting me, I thank you. Come, we should set out right away."

Glancing around the camp, the blue-eyed deputy nodded and began to spring after the leader, feeling the need to brush closer and barely managing to resist it. She glanced nervously over at Leopardstar before slowly realization dawned on her as they moved away from the RiverClan camp, but nowhere near the ThunderClan border. With wide and curious eyes, the blue-grey deputy glanced over at the golden spotted she-cat, a question rising but quickly ending just as Leopardstar meowed, "I used to love Tigerstar you know.. that's why I originally joined him, so many moons ago, during the battle with BloodClan. But I quickly realized it wouldn't work."

A silence, then a hesitant intake of breath. Mistyfoot waited for her leader to speak, but when the leader said nothing more, she opened her maw and spoke softly, "Why are you telling me this?" Her blue eyes were wavering slightly as she stared at the other RiverClan's she-cat's face, confusion and worry clouding her eyes. Was Leopardstar dying? Wait, of course she was. Everyone was, little by little. But once the worry was seeded, it grew. She looked expectantly up at her leader, waiting for her to speak, not noticing that they had both stopped padding away from camp.

"I've... noticed how you've looked at me, Mistyfoot." Awkward silence flitted between them as the blue-grey she-cat tensed, her eyes widening to the size of exaggerated saucers as she stared up at the golden she-cat, who smiled softly at Mistyfoot's obvious worry. "I can't keep pretending I haven't noticed. All the Clan has noticed, myself included."

"I-.. I-... I can explain," Mistyfoot meowed softly and slowly, hesitation dragging her words out as she clenched the soft and tender moss beneath her paws. She stared up at the she-cat, batting her robin egg blue eyes, her bushy tail moving gently.

"You don't have to, Mistyfoot. An attraction to your leader is nothing to be worried about," came her wise voice as she looked warmly at her tense deputy. Getting up onto her paws, having sat down onto her haunches, she began to pad over towards Bluestar's daughter, a growing smile on her face. She stopped a few inches away, smiling boldly and calmly.

Mistyfoot's gaze dropped to the ground, not daring to look at the spotted tabby she-cat, who tenderly settled her paw onto the blue-grey she-cat's. Tensing, Mistyfoot blinked her eyes closed, not daring to look up. It sounded like Leopardstar was going to declare a rejection speech, but for some reason, her heartstrings were being tugged. Maybe... just maybe... No, she couldn't think about it. Leopardstar wouldn't bother with her, she could have fussed over toms, had kits already - so what was stopping her? Mistyfoot clenched her eyes shut even tighter. Of course not, Leopardstar couldn't feel the same way... so why...

The sensation of a tongue being dragged across her ear startled the younger she-cat into opening her eyes, staring straight into Leopardstar's warm golden gaze, her eyes filled with deep emotion. "It's not wrong, Mistyfoot." The deputy blinked up in confusion and hope. Maybe... just maybe...

"Especially when I feel the same way about you."

Smiling gently, Mistyfoot leaned forward, snuggling into the leader's chest. Maybe... she had felt the same way all along.