Love Will Find A Way

"Hey." That simple word ignited a flame in the pit of Doepaw's stomach. No, she thought. Stop it. She looked up from her finch and found herself lost, yet again, in the piercing gaze of him. His two different eyes, one deep coppery-brown, another a sharp ice blue. Rosepaw called it 'psychotic'. Doepaw preferred 'intense'. And yet, they'd only ever be friends...