J.ust L E T go.

[Ink]

A white feline sat at the edge of the river, staring into the flowing waters with an almost sad expression. He had gotten himself recuited into a clan... She had been in a clan. Ink wondered to himself how she was doing, if she missed him at all, or... If she was happy with her mate.

He hung his head, now staring at the ground before him. He needed to move on, desperately. But... His heart wouldn't let him. The tom heaved a sigh and looked back up, casting his gaze across the river. What clan was over there? He let his eyes wander along the opposite bank as he thought.

There was a war going on right now, appearently. He flicked his tail around his paws, feeling slightly cold as he thought of all the fighting and death. The images those thoughts created made him shiver.
He wasn't cut out for this...

[widow]

But see now, there was a kitty in that river. She liked this Ink, and had been chasing him around for moons - since both first came to Treeclan. Widow was her name, and she was quite...aggressive. She popped her head out of the river as she came just in front of him, and smiled slightly wickedly. "Hello, Mister Ink Darling," she purred, jumping up from the water to give him a lick on the nose.
Widow then sank down until only her playfully narrowed eyes and above weren't submerged. You see, Ink was slightly frightened of her, which only made her more attracted to him. But suddenly she darted to the side and leaped out of the water onto the back, sitting dripping wet beside Ink and leaning against him.
"Inky," she mewed, her voice sounding troubled and her face doing the same. "Why are you so a-scared of me?"

Her tail twitched and curled around Ink's white behind.
She actually kind of enjoyed doing this; scaring him, and he moved farther away - emotionally and sometimes physically - which made her scoot closer - emotionally and always physically.

[Ink]

Well, when you think you're alone then suddenly a cat is right in front of you, it's a little surprising. Startling, you could say.

The tail of the white tom instantly went bottlebrush, and his half closed eyes shot open in surprised. He stared at her with wide eyes, too shocked to move. However, the lick on the nose snapped him out of that.

But it did confuse him.

"W-W-Whatw-wasthatf-f-for?" He mumbled, ears flattening. He would be blushing too, but however, cats can't blush.

Ink then realized it would be smart to move out of her reach-- But too late. She was now next to him, and getting far too close for comfort, not to mention she was wet! He scooted away from her, uncurling his tail from his paws and twitching it and in manner that showed his clear discomfort.

"Um..." He said quietly, answering her question, "Y-You... Um..." The white feline lowered his voice even more. "Y-Y-You just d-do."

[widow]

She disregarded his stuttering question, and followed him as he moved away. She also disregarded his twitching tail, and lay her own fluffy one on it. When he said, "Y-Y-You just d-do," Widow purred. "Aaw, but I like you!" she mewed innocently, and licked him on the cheek. "You must know that, silly kitty Inky boy?" She looked at him just as innocently as she had said those words.
"You're just so adorable."
She purred and began grooming his head, trying to calm him. He was just so darn jumpy; it made her slightly jumpy when he was jumpy. Widow shivered; this was getting confusing. She purred as she licked him.

[Ink]

Okay, this was too much for poor Ink.

He withdrew from her, backing away from her licking. His heart was beating so hard it felt like it would burst out of his ribs. He just couldn't handle this. Why wouldn't she leave him alone? Didn't she understand he was uncomfortable with her actions?
... And that he wasn't interested in her?

Thump.
Oh, great.
Ink would have continued to back up, but now found he had backed himself into the trunk of a tree.
Wonderful.

[widow]

Widow grinned. That tree had just made her day.
"You know Ink," she meowed as she drew closer and closer to the white tom. "Most toms really like me. But you're different." Too bad for you, I guess. She took a step forward, and now her nose was about five mouselengths from his.
Purrpurrpurr.

And while Ink was being frightened of her, Widow began to think about something - perhaps if she didn't do what she was doing now, he'd like her more, and eventually fall in love with her.
Yes, yes, that just might work.
She backed up a few hops, and sat by the river's edge, and began to groom her face. She licked her paw three times, drew it up by her ear, and repeated this a few times.

[Ink]

Ink pressed up against the tree as the female drew nearer. He might have climbed the tree, but he didn't want to get stuck in it if he was even capable of climbing it. He pulled his head back from her as much as he could, growing more and more uncomfortable, and not to mention afraid of what she might do.

But then... She backed off.

The white tom blinked, slightly surprised, and watched her carefully, suspicious of her actions. She was waiting for him to turn his back to her, wasn't she? She'd get him when he wasn't expecting it! Gah! It would be best to keep his eyes on her and his back against a tree for this moment, it seemed.

Poor poor paranoid Ink. He kept his blue eyes on Widow, narrowed slightly in suspicion. However, you could still tell from his twitching tail that he was nervous.