Waterpaw sent Breezepaw a long look. She just couldn't control herself. They had just met; they were only together for a few seconds, but she couldn't stop gazing at the gray tabby tom's deep green eyes. She didn't know why but she loved his sharp tongue and attitude. As Breezepaw stared at Waterpaw, he wondered what was going through his mind. She was from HoneyClan, the soft cowards who were constantly on their territory. But yet, her sweet smile and behavior was all it took for his eyes to be locked onto her blue-grey pelt. Her scent was sweet and she actually seemed to care about him.