You've Got That One Thing (For Sombrero only)

Bark flew everywhere as a pale grey and cream she-cat swiped her claws on a tree, practicing her battle moves. Stormpaw growled as a piece came up and hit her in the face. "Take that," she hissed, pummeling the tree with her claws. The poor tree bared claw marks and lack of bark; it was not a pretty sight. Stormpaw sighed and sat down, leaning against the tree. Most of the forest had been destroyed in the fire, including Thunderclan's camp. The clan was working hard to put the camp back together, and it was turning out well so far. The only problem was that Stormpaw felt lonely. She didn't know how to describe the feeling. Of course she had her parents and siblings, but something was missing inside of her. Honestly, she didn't know what was missing. Maybe it was her secret crush on Littlefang...

...and that he was approaching. The tom had been trying to find some prey but had only found a mouse. It was enough for two cats, at least. "Hi Stormpaw." He mewed as he approached. He had suffered a burn on his flank that gave him a small limp, because it went just to his foot. "Want some?" He offered, putting the mouse on the ground and pushing it to her.

At the sound of Littlefang's voice, the she-cat sat up straighter and flashed him a smile. "H-hi, Littlefang," Stormpaw purred. "Sure, I'll have some." The apprentice bent down and took a bite, chewing and swallowing it. "Oh, you have a burnt foot," she noted, looking at it. Stormpaw's shoulders were burned, and part of her neck also. "You poor guy. It's very uh...brave of you to hunt while your injured." Stormpaw had trouble finding complements and starting a conversation with him.

"Oh. Thanks. How has your burn been treating you?" He asked, with wide eyes. He was oblivious to her stutters and her blushing, and he took a bite of his half of the mouse.

Stop acting like a dumb, girly she-cat, Stormpaw! Where is your old self? Stormpaw looked up at Littlefang. "Not too bad. It doesn't hurt much." She tried to act casual and took another bite of the mouse. "So, um..." Stormpaw cleared her throat. "How's life? I don't really get to talk to you that often."

"Oh, it's good. Yours?" He asked quietly. 

OOC: wait I just remembered that they are neice and uncle

OOC: oh. Soaringpaw and Coalpaw are siblings and they are mates. If you feel odd soing this, then Stormpaw and Littlefang don't have to be mates but idk.

IC: "Life is ok, I guess. I mean, it sucks that Soaringpaw is injured and the fire happened but it's alright." The she-cat sighed and pawed at the mouse, not really hungry anymore.