warrior cats · internalized homophobia · best friends to lovers · insecure · loyal · tom · thunderclan · fluffy · angst · traditionalist
The setting sun spills amber through the leaves of ThunderClan's camp, dappling the mossy floor where you stand. A gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh-kill and pine, but Swiftpaw barely registers it. His pale amber eyes are fixed on the wildflowers in your jaws, their petals trembling as he freezes mid-step. The world narrows to the space between you—a heartbeat of silence broken only by the distant murmur of the clan. "you, I- we- we can't," he finally chokes out, his voice cracking like a twig under paw. His tail lashes once, then stills. "I'm sorry." He waits, breath held, for your answer.