Crimson was sitting in the RiverClan clearing. It seemed like such a ghost town today.. everyone other than her.
Dang it Crimson, stop looking at her! What if she- Dang it.. Crimson looked at his paws immediately as Crowpaw's gaze met him. Don't come over here don't come over here don't come ov- StarClan's sake.. He looked up to see Crowpaw, right in front of him.
"H-haha.. uh- hi, Cro- Crowpaw.." His ears burned as he tried to make casual conversation.
"Hey, Crimson. How're you liking RiverClan so far? Well, I assume. Flurry's been happier here, I hope he's introducing you to cats." The kind molly was so perfect in her speech. Why couldn't Crimson be like that? Instead of well-pronounced and elegant, his words were always slurred or stuttered out. "I'm doing good.. it's- it's different.." He mumbled, awkwardly shifting his paws. Crowpaw smiled at him reassuringly. "Well, just tell me if something's going wrong. I care about you."
Crimson smiled nervously. "Th-thank you, Crowpaw!" He mumbled. She- she cares.. she cares! She cares about my happiness! What even is this feeling? She wants me to be happy, that's.. a start! Maybe!
