Nutpaw's echoing feeling (Open for Bunny)

Echopaw glanced up at the sky, the moon just barely showing in the dying light of evening.
"Yes! That sounds perfect! Then we can talk properly!" He cast her a smile as a strong breeze drifted over the grass, ruffling his fur and sending chills down his spine. It was getting cold, and dark. He'd need to be back soon, unlike Shadowclanners, Windclan cats definitely didn't enjoy being outside in the dead of night. Their territory was too open and it got far too cold.
Reluctantly, he gave her a small wave with his tail and mewed
"Bye for now, I guess" before turning and racing across the grass to his camp, casting one last glance over his shoulder at the pretty she-cat by the gorge.

He was glad they'd met, apart from his sister he didn't really know anyone all that well, but he was hoping he and Nutpaw could be close friends. She seemed nice, and more than happy to spend time with him. He trotted back into camp just as the sun disappeared below the horizon and orange flared across the sky l. He couldn't wait to see her again, at the next quarter moon

Nutpaw nodded, and gazed sadly as Echopaw padded away farther into his territory. Sighing nearly silently, she turned away and started padding back to camp. She couldn't wait to see Echopaw again at the quarter moon, and in person would be great. He would make for an amazing friend, and she smiled as she trotted back to camp in the faint light of the setting sun. But her smile wavered as she thought of a possible name for the strange feeling she was having towards the WindClan tom. Love.