Quinn twitched his tail. Uncertain that this 'Noir' and 'Bleu' were trustworthy.
Yvonne was talking away to Noir and Bleu stayed back.
"Bleu is gay? Quinn is too!"
"Cool! Go talk to him, Bleu."
The tom was pushed over to Quinn and Yvonne and Noir started talking again.
"So...." Quinn started, feeling his face grow hot.
Bleu just looked down, shuffling his paws.
Huh, he's shy, like me. Our fur matches together- wait. Do I like him?
Quinn shook his head, and growled to himself.
"A-are you okay?" Bleu asked.
Mouse-dung! Even his voice is cute.
"Y-yeah." Quinn said.
Yvonne glanced over to him and gave him that smirk.
You like him.
Quinn could hear her future teasing. Now, Quinn knew one or two things about love. And clearly, both he and Bleu liked each other, they were just to shy to admit it. And Noir clearly like Yvonne, Quinn noted how he tried to flirt with the she-cat.
"Uh...." Quinn attempted to start a conversation with Bleu.
As Quinn spoke, Bleu looked down and shuffled his paws again.
"D-do you l-like me?" Bleu whispered, so quietly so only Quinn could hear.
"Maybe." Quinn whispered back, his face growing hot again.
"O-okay."
-(:)-
Yvonne on the other hand was chatting away. Noir was so nice. She noted how he tried to flirt, but she denied him.
The black tom had finally stopped flirting, but Yvonne already knew.
Quinn probably did too.
"Hey, Yvonne?" Noir whispered, "Look."
The she-cat looked at her brother, as did Noir.
The were meowing quietly.
"Oh." Yvonne smiled, knowing Quinn had found the one.
"Do you think they're mates now?"
"Yeah. I know they are."
Yvonne felt so touched, her brother found him. The one he truly loved.
"That was fast." Noir breathed, "I thought they were too shy to admit."
"Well, I guess we're good matchmakers!" Yvonne joked, twitching her tail.
"Yeah...." Noir purred, smiling.
The four regrouped and went off in the direction of WispClan.
Yes. Quinn and Bleu are GAY.
If that's a problem, talk to Yvonne.
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FanficImagine you were born in a Clan where you weren't given a choice. The weak are our healers, and those with talent are Hunters. The strong are Fighter. Our 'great' leader names the kits. The injured are pushed into the Weak. Imagine that.
