Nobody had really defied the fact of how cold he was, nobody befriended him just for himself, but rather for his strength and cunning in battle. In the past few days, Breezesong read him like a book. Everything he dreamed for, everything he had wished for in life, acceptance, was on four legs after all. A droplet fell upon the grass below him, then another. Am I... Crying? Looking absently into Breezesong's eyes, tears feel from the lean tom, feeling his fur weigh heavy beneath his eyes. His voice was hoarse, but he ushered out, " Thank you... Really..." Naturally, he wouldn't have believed this from someone, but Breeze seemed.. Just as hopeless in other situations as he. He felt like the stronger one most of the time, but this caught him off guard. The passion within him burned like a roaring fire, whatever flame beneath him truly not withered. He stepped forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, his head close to hers as he meowed softly, " You really change others.. Even when you are weak.." A pause, then continuation. " Everyone is weak, but only those who are strong can provide others with strength when they are feeble."
Breezesong watched Witheredflame in front of her, her eyes welling up as well. She felt tears begin to drip down her cheeks. "Now you got me crying, you furball." She sniffled with a slight chuckle. She moved closer to him and licked his shoulder softly, nuzzling into him. His words were so warming and nice. "Thank you for your kind words, Witheredflame." She purred, "For those close to me, their well-being and happiness is above mine. I always try to put on my best face and put others first." She whispered.
A scene between Witheredflame and Breezesong that makes me love these cats more than I thought I possibly could darn it.