Can I Get Closer To You[Bearheart]

Lately Bearheart had been a little stressed. Ever since his younger brother, Pebblepaw, had died trying to take on the Quick Sands, things hadn't really been the same. Duskflower was depressed and dull, Blackpaw was morbid and silent, and even Bearheart himself had thrown himself head first into his deputy duties. His mind was a constant race of patrols, apprenticeships, training, and a number of serious reforms he was continually trying to get Cunnerstar to consider. Granted, the massive tom's performance was better now than it had ever been previously, and he was doing a rather fine job keeping everyone in check. It felt wrong to complain when things were so great, but even the high and mighty needed a little bit of a rest now and then.

Bearheart had reluctantly took the day off, doctor's orders from himself. He knew when his Clanmates needed a break, and he would push them until they reached a bit beyond their breaking point; he had done far worse to himself, because he strove for greatness, and he wanted desperately to impress. The fluffy brown and white warrior found himself pacing camp at this point in time, his mind reeling as he tried to relax. Perhaps he would go see one of his friends: hang out with Morningpaw and Tawnystream, or try to cheer up Duskflower. It was when his relentless churning paws began to wear a path in the ground that Bearheart caught a glimpse of a pretty molly, and one with curled ears. He knew that femme any day. "Satyrnose!" As the medicine cat settled just outside her den, Bear bounded heavily in her direction, the tension in shoulders and muscles all but forgotten.

"Are you alright?!" You would think by now the tom would be used to his friend's psychotic outbursts, but her shriek sent the happy-go-lucky figure into a caterwaul of terror. His fluffy fur rose to make him appear larger than he already was, and his olive eyes widened in panic. Stopping dead in his tracks with his jaws slightly parted, Bearheat let a slight, "Uh..." escape his throat. As was his normal reaction to Satyrnose spazzing before him. He observed with a careful gaze as the beautiful molly began to relax, and he realized he had caught her off guard. Closing his mouth and blinking twice, Bearheart felt his heart rate reduce to normal, and even let a faint smile play upon his lips. "Hello Bearheart, everything's alright I trust?"

Bear thought, in that flash of a second, of all the things that were quite not alright. His torn ear flickered slightly, the only hint of disposition and worry. "Everything's beautiful and dandy, Satyrnose, just like you." He let an almost sarcastic purr roll into his voice as he spoke, knowing fine and well that the medicine cat claimed to hate his awkward advances. She had given up her love life for one of healing and faith; to which Bearheart would respond with a slight chuckle, and some so-so comment about how he had not chosen such a way of living, and it was not right to punish him as well. StarClan would understand, surely. Still, Bearheart respected his friend greatly, and would never intentionally pressure her into loving him. He would not tell her that she had completely stolen his heart from the beginning of his warrior career, even though they had met as apprentices, and this little flirting game he played only hinted at his feelings. Honestly, it pained him that you could mistake his love for a mere joke, but that was the way it was supposed to work.

"That's brilliant, Bearheart, I hope it stays that way." The massive tom shook out his pelt, sending a cascade of light dust swirling through the air in the sunlight. Rolling his shoulders back, he grinned, and sat down on the hard camp ground. He hoped to be here for a while, simply looking over and talking to Satyrnose. "I see being deputy is still treating you well; who knew we would both be in such... Places as we are." Bearheart cast his gaze to the dirt, the stress of his life returning with the mention of his job. He gave a light smirk to his pretty friend, responding in a polite manner. "I suppose I'm as well as I'll ever be. I'm working on trying to get Cunnerstar to think about somethings that might help improve the camp... I don't think we see eye to eye on too many levels now adays, but he isn't displeased, if I'm not mistaken, so that's all fine and dandy." A light breeze swept Bear's thick pelt to one side, and he looked towards the entrance of camp as though in deep thought.

When he returned to reality, Bearheart found his green irises locked with Satyrnose's yellow ones. "And I know what you mean; it's insane to think we weren't put into high positions sooner!" Of course, her meaning was so much deeper than what he suggested it to be; whether it was about love, or where they were in life by any matter of standard, he really did think he knew what the molly had meant. Had he not even dreamed of pursuing the life of a leader only twenty moons prior? And Satyrnose... It would have been difficult to imagine the two in the situation they were in now, whilst they were in their youth. He gave a light chuckle, implying his weak sarcasm, and a small glimmer of emotion broke through his eyes. What that emotion was, whether it be love, or hope, or defiance, it was impossible to tell.

Bearheart glanced over his friend with a hidden concern. Lately she seemed lost, and tired, and though she had never been exuberantly chatty or social, she seemed more timid as the days progressed. The tom didn't know if it was her job, and all the dress it brought, or something that he had caused. He desperately hoped it wasn't the latter. "Although I think we're expected to a deputy more than me being higher up in any form." Bearheart snorted, shaking his head in disagreement. "Oh please, Satyrnose. You're smart, and loyal, and hard working... But most importantly, you care. You've got the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met- your looks are just a plus."

Any hint of sarcasm had fled the warrior's voice, and he was deathly serious. His muscles were rigid, his paws unmoving. His olive eyes were hardened, transfixed on the beautiful molly. If you hadn't heard his words; and in some cases even if you had; you probably would have assumed that he was angry, and trying not to lose his cool. However, if you knew him- really knew him- you could tell that this sudden shift in emotion was not, in fact, anger, but a frustrated kind of love.

He hated when Satyrnose doubted herself. She always cowered and whimpered away from everybody, like she thought she wasn't good enough to grace their presence. This struck a chord with Bearheart; he always searched desperately for a way to show her how he felt, and to try and get her to see herself through his eyes (for she would never feel self conscious again). He rolled his shoulders back, trying to relax a bit as to not come off aggressive. Closing his eyes, he let the sunlight seep into his pelt as he waited for her response.

^{Sorry it's short, I'm on my phone.}