Losing Traction... (Dream/Wish)

Wishy had plopped down as well, taking the time to begin licking his sopping wet fur before he stopped and watched Dreamweaver falter to the ground, and his eyes begin to close. "Fucking twat." He growled softly, shuffling until his body was pressed to the medicine cats.

Instantly he felt his heat soak into Dreamweavers side and vice versa, as his tongue set a gentle pace across the toms head, making sure to go against his fur to fluff it out and make it dry quicker. "I. Swear." He said between licks.

If it werent for me you wouldnt make it a moon. he finished his saying through telepathy, but he wasnt sure he was even awake to hear him.

Dreamweaver purred at the new source of warmth, latching on to Wishingstar like a gross sponge-leech with his eyes still closed. "Fuck you I would at least make it 2 moons." he murmured under his breath.