Six Days

"Will you marry me?"

The question hung in the air, the stream bubbling - perhaps with excitement. Wollow gaped at Win, as he held out a fifteen carat ring, so shiny it almost blinded the senior warrior. She struggled to find her words, and she did with no question because she's Wollow. "I-er...Win, you're a medicine cat...apprentice..."

The statement seemed to anger the young cat, as his face contorted with fury. "You think I don't know that? Do you think I care as though I never flirted with 17K cats? HELLO SISTER THIS IS BLOGCLAN GET A-"

"I'm not marrying you if you speak to me in such a disrespectful tone!" The she-cat cried as she turned and fled.

"Wait! Wait, my darling!" Winter