She’s not afraid of all the attention
She’s not afraid of running wild
How come she’s so afraid of falling in love
Finalitypaw slowly picked her way out of her nest, Magentapaw quickly scrambling after her. As she padded into the light, squinting her olive eyes, the she-cat was greeted by an entourage of she-cats, the toms all staring and gaping. Finalitypaw smiled, her tail waving flirtasiously towards the toms as she swaggered over to the fresh-kill pile, plucking a mouse from the top. Magentapaw, her closests friend, or whatever you would call her, settled down with an identical piece of prey. The other she-cats scrabbled for a place near Finalitypaw as she began to eat, her eyes gazing around camp. Grantpaw, a particular cute tom, was sharing a meal with Snowpaw, their tails intwined. Finalitypaw glanced at her friends and gagged dramatically, gaining giggles and shrieks of laughter. She smiled and finished her meal, gazing blankly around camp and looking for something to do.
She's not afraid of scary movies
She likes the way we kiss in the dark
But she's so afraid of f-f-falling in love