CugglesWriterAJ
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Softsound has always known that he has a blurred future.He might be king. Though he's never really wanted to be, it pains him to know that he's pretty much his bloodline's only hope.Unless his mother comes up with a daughter, which she hasn't yet, Softsound is future king.Malawi has never liked his whiskers.Yes, his whiskers. He has those. He has a pretty torn up leg too. It doesn't hurt anymore, but the words do. Princes shouldn't fight wars. Everyone knows that.Malawi shouldn't have. He's pretty much useless now.One quiet, trying, shameful NightWing.One flirty, oblivious, shamed SeaWing.Two polar opposites.Two princes.Enemies.Acquaintances. Friends.It's not a prophecy, it's just hope and prayer. They want each other."He doesn't want me. He's like that to everyone.""He hates me. I've made him upset."He's oblivious. He likes to see you flustered.He panics around you. You make him more happy than it seems.Enemies.Acquaintances.Friends.Lovers.โฆ