Confessions

(LOL guise, I wanted to make a short story -__-;; And warriorscatfan4ever let me, so... no complaints right? Okay then.)

Bristleface licked his ruffled fur. A good run around Starclan was amazing. Every time he was back at his original spot, he was tired, but it always relaxed him.
A young, ginger she-cat trotted towards him and smiled eagerly.
"Bristleface," she meowed, ever so excitedly, "Oh my Starclan, you'll never guess what happened!"
He smiled and nuzzled her.
"What happened, Flawheart?" he looked straight into her wonderful blue eyes.
"Okay, so, I saw Gazepaw and Hillpaw and oh, my Starclan, they were having the most romantic comments ever!" Flawheart meowed.
"Aha, what was it about?" Bristleface glanced at his paws. Why couldn't Flawheart notice? He liked her. But, Flawheart was really, under looking things and she never really noticed, unless if someone told her.
"It was about... Gazepaw wanted to be with Hillpaw forever! They were planning to ask for a rebirth." Flawheart meowed casually.
"Oh, that's great," Bristleface smiled kindly at her, but his heart ached with pain. He wished that he had a relationship like that with Flawheart.
He scanned her. She had sleek, ginger fur that shined under the sun. Her eyes were like a lake, like the ones that he's always passed on a morning patrol. Her long, furry tail trailed on the ground limply, and her ears were pointed to the sky.
Flawheart was very cheerful, and loyal. She is clumsy and forgetful, and lacks common sense, but she is very friendly and hardly ever gets into fights. She never did any good as a warrior. Her patrols are long, and they usually get lost when she leads. However, Flawheart is an amazing hunter. She is swift, quick, and quiet.
Bristleface glanced at his paws again. Should he tell her? Or should he not?
He opened his mouth and closed it again.
Agh! I should tell her. I love her so much. I really do. It doesn't matter that I was a deputy from Darkclan and she was a warrior from Breezeclan. It doesn't matter that I am just six moons older than her. It doesn't matter one bit.
Then, finally, Bristleface opened his mouth and blurted out;
"Flawheart. I LOVE YOU."</i>
Flawheart stared at him with a look of delight.
"What'd you say?"
"I-I said... I said I love you." Bristleface looked at her sheepishly.
"Well. I love you too, Bristleface," she started. "I have, ever since I knew about you."
He glanced at her with a surprise stare.
"It's true... I love you." Flawheart looked down at her paws.
"Well. Let's walk off in the sunset?" Bristleface laughed.
"Hmmp! You have to earn me first!" Flawheart smiled evilly and dashed off.
"HEY! Wait!" Bristleface grinned and chased her. It wasn't easy. She was a Breezeclan cat. He was a Darkclan deputy. See the difference?
Flawheart stopped, and crashed into Bristleface.
"You know. I never really stopped loving you," she meowed quietly.
"I haven't ever missed a chance of seeing you." Bristleface quickly said with a smile.
Flawheart smiled.
"Of course," she twined tails with him and watched the grass. At sunset, it was a beautiful scene.
Flawheart and Bristleface were sleeping next to each other, tails still twined.