Matchmaking -- a 1x1 plot shop

Minutes had passed after they flicked their tail in farewell to Cloudsnarl as she went to build her patrol. Islandbloom twitched her ear, observing their surroundings intently. They sat a bit hunched over as to blend in more with the brambles she settled behind. While they were so intensely scanning the terrain, they mulled endlessly over their prior interaction.



Was I being too overwhelming? How do you even communicate? She hissed outwardly, pinning her ears back against her skull. Their fur stood on end thanks to their own thought process. "Stay professional," she mumbled, irritation growing in their veins. Twitching their eye, the golden tabby brought themself to their paws, arching their back in a much needed stretch.



Islandbloom shook out her wiry coat. They turned and slipped easily through the hollow log into camp, paying extra attention to the texture of the wood below their paws. She stood tall as she spoke to her clanmate, letting them know it's their turn to watch camp. After they parted ways, the gangly deputy slinked around until they found the white-and-cream she-cat.



They hesitated for a few moments. What if they don't want you there? She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts. Islandbloom started towards the warrior, her tail low and flicking at the tip. Finally, they managed up enough courage to speak.



"Mind if I tag along?"