“You don't have to keep it, but you can still take it as a gift.” He was pretty sure that was when Craftypaw and him became friends. "Um- but, for now if you wanna, you can.. call me Mari!“ He was positive that’s when Craftypaw and him became best friends. Before apprenticeship, he wouldn’t get this flustered. Alright, maybe that’s an exaggeration, Marigoldpaw thought as he waded through the water. He was heading towards the beach he and Craftypaw would play at when they were kits. And of course, she was stuck in his mind. Again. Embarrassment was a familiar feeling to him. When he spoke to quickly, When he was too blunt, When someone insulted him, It definitely wasn’t uncommon for Marigoldpaw to feel riled up. But this was different! His heart would beat fast, he would try to look cooler than he was, and he would get fidgety and all… nervous! Not the fighting kind of nervous. He definitely didn’t feel like brawling Craftypaw every time the wind ruffled through her soft fur, or when she laughed oh so charmingly, or when she looked at him with such a beautiful glint in her sapphire gaze. In fact, whenever that happened, his stomach would suddenly start taking an interest in gymnastics. Backflipping, and then flipping forward, and then side to side, and then hit his heart which would hit his throat and make him feel anxious and smiley and confused all at the same time. So as Marigoldpaw sat on the soft sand, his mind naturally thought about their friendship. It felt like more than that though! Best friends? Yeah! Yeah, obviou— Oh tides. He liked Craftypaw.
