"Streamfall? Streamfall? What are you doing out here?" "Hm?" The pretty gray she-cat stepped back from the riverbank and turned to face one of her best friends, Dapplefur. "Oh, nothing." Joining her, Dapplefur rested her tail on Streamfall's back. "Thinking about him again?" Streamfall glanced at her paws. "No. Maybe... yeah." With a small sigh of sympathy, Dapplefur licked her on the cheek. "Has he even spoken to you since, you know, a couple nights ago? When he gave you the flowers and stuff?" "Yeah. I know." Dipping her paw in the river, Streamfall quickly withdrew it with a shiver. "It's cold."
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