The Red Night.

Redfeather slid out the water, shaking his pelt dry. He pricked his ears at a faint ruffling. Probably a bird. Nothing to worry about here, Reddy~
Taking a deep breath, he layed down on the grass of his territory.

Ooc-Is this the topic Red?

Ic- A small black she-cat appeared along the bank of the river. "Evening.", Nightpaw mewed softly. "Is the water warm now? It is nearing the end of leafbare, so I was hoping it would be.", She didn't look him in the eye, only focusing her fern eyes on collecting moss from a small willow tree nearby.

ooc- Yep :D

ic- Redfeather hurried back to his paws as Nightpaw came to view. "Y-yes." Taking a deep breath, he padded towards the she-cat. "Nightpaw, do you need some help?" This was the kindest things he had said to her since Greyheart died.

She blinked in surprise. "Oh.. Yeah, I guess I could use some help collecting this.", Dismissing the thought that this wasn't the actual ginger-haired warrior, she laid the soft moss across her speckled back, and around her black and white tail. A casual mew came from Nightpaw, "Are you alright? You seem.. different."

Redfeather glanced at her. Okay, that stung. He was just trying to be nice! "Yeah, perfectly fine.." his reply trailed off. He clawed some moss of a stump before he said something else.
"Nightpaw, I..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you after..." he trailed off again. Oh, who was he kidding? He didn't really deserve her forgiveness.

Her throat tightend on her. "I acted like a mouse-brain too. Leaving camp to 'think' was the biggest mistake I ever made..", Nightpaw looked over to him and smiled. "I forgive you."

"Thanks." Redfeather didn't know what else to say. Okay, he was forgiven. Now what? He quietly rolled the moss he had clawed off into a ball. "There
you go." He gave a small smile in her direction.