'My Flower'

Foxthorn stumbled into camp beside Willowshade, her pelt frozen in clumps and her whole body shivering. She looked up into the tree where she nested and wondered if she could muster the strength to get up their and curl up to get warm. Or would it be wiser to go to the MEdicine cat's den? She didn't know that there was much more Cloverdawn could do for her that a warm nest could do for her.
Willowshade kept himself pressed against Foxthorn, glancing at the medicine den. "It's not worth the climb," He muttered, and began to drag his frostbitten paws towards the medicine cat den. Once inside, he dove for a nest, welcoming it's warmth. He invited Foxthorn next to him with a stride of his long, white-tipped tail.
Cloverdawn's ears pricked as she heard three bodies enter her den. It smelled like Foxthorn, Smoketail, and Willowshade, and the scents were so strong... they were drenched! Or Foxthorn and Willowshade atleast. The light coated tortoiseshell rushed towards the two, her blind, green eyes wide. "Goodness gracious!" She gasped, and then paused as another smell entered her nose. A kit! Without a word, she grabbed the kit out of Smoketail's jaws and laid it down on a nice, warm bed, opposite to Willowshade. "What in StarClan's sake were you doing in the water?"
Foxthorn would have argued. Only she didn't think she could. Fatigue was pressing down on her like a thick black cloud. She'd much father sleep in the crook of two branches nestled up in a tree. But tonight she'd have to settle for a nest on the ground with the smell of tangy herbs. Given her state, she might not even notice. She trailed after Willowshade, her mind fuzzy and her paws numb. More foggy thinking as she barely heard Cloverdawn exclaimed a gasp of concern before she slipped in beside Willowshade and buried herself into his chest fur, she was shivering as she shut her eyes tight and curled her paws to her chest and her tail frozen tail around herself.
Willowshade looked up at Smoketail, hoping his brother would explain. He was too cold to tell stories. Instead, the tom began to lap at Foxthorn's wet coat, hoping to lick away any clumbs of ice or snow burried in her pelt. It felt so good to be cuddled up with Foxthorn, especially without her trying to kill him. Despite the cold wetness that seaped around the both of them, his blush was warming him up more than his nest could ever.
Foxthorn's vibrations slowly grew less noticable until enough of Willowshade's warmth had seeped into her own pelt. Her paws still felt numb, so she curled tighter, tucking them closer to her chest as she tried to keep warm against the threatening cold. She was hardly conscious as she slipped in and out of a fitful sleep. Her muscles started to relax, her drying cheek pressed into Willowshade's chest fur.
Willowshade felt a purr rumble in his throat as he felt her body relax, seeing her sides rise and settle steadily. He knew she wasn't dead because of this. He continued to swipe his tongue over her fur repeatedly, glad she didn't mind his comfort. He felt her cheek press against his chest and curled his tail around her. He paused his licking to breath into her fur, nuzzling the back of her neck and lowering his head until it was gently on the ground. He closed his eyes, drifting into sleep.
Slowly she started to remain in sleep, her sides raising gently as she slept. Finally warm and her pelt starting to dry. Surprisingly, her dreams weren't riddled with a replay of the day. Drowning, chocking on water and frozen limbs as her and Willowshade treked back to camp. Instead her kithood flashed before her. The painful seperation between her parents and watching as they completly turned their back on eachother. Not even talking. And leaving poor Foxpaw in the middle... Luckily though.. those started to fade and she was thrown into a warm sleep where no more dreams came.

Foxthorn and Willowshade from RCB: [link]

They went hunting with Willowshade's brother, Smoketail and found a kit in their territory. The kit fell through the ice and Foxthorn dived in after it.
Willowshade has had a MAJOR crush on Foxthorn for a very long time. So he dived in after her. They got Smoketail to rush back to camp with the kit and to get it back to Cloverdawn, the TreeClan medicine cat. And they followed more slowly.
Instead of trying to make the climb up to their nests after getting soaked they both settle in the Medicine cat's den. And surprisingly Foxthorn cuddles up to Willowshade
Why is this surprising? Because Foxthorn is annoyed by Willowshade. She doesn't realize she slowly getting feelings for him