what is love ? meanderdash often pondered the statement. the question burned through her heart like a fiery desire. is it friendship ? the feline recalled the many playdates with her friends. a visit to thunderclan. a sleepover. greetings across the caves. is it family ? bellflowercharm, otterbounce, ditzypity, voyagesail, itsy-bitsyspider, legendfaith, reindeersand . . they were all her family. more than friends. closer than friends could ever be. is it . . someone flickered in her mind. a name. a place. a feeling. cherishedmirth. fireflies. . . . love ? no yes ? but this was different. not the love of a friend, or a sister, or a daughter. there was no way to describe it really. but meanderdash knew. she knew what it was. it was affection. and it was that of the best kind. the best feeling of ever. she loved cherishedmirth, and that was that.
