Can I trust you? (PAFP)

~Plot~

Basically, a female apprentice and a rogue had fallen in love. They meet every night, but this particular night, the male rogue decides to take it to the next level. (im sorry if it's cheesy omg)

Lust/Love please!

(I'll add a pic later)

Brindlepaw quietly padded through the forest, her pawsteps light and noise free as she made her way through the large forest, heading to the direction of the sandy and hollow training area. Recently, her mentor, Forestbreeze had lacked training her, making the young fae miss her warrior ceremony because she hadn't had much skills yet. Anger welled up in her chest and she felt her ear tips burn. Stupid mousebrain! I shouldn't have been held back! She thought furiously to herself. Brindlepaw was so lost in her thoughts that she had nearly missed the Training Hollow. I can train myself! The young fae thought. A surge of hope welling up inside of her, hollowing out the anger that had so recently consumed her thoughts. She had also came here for a chance to see him again. Brindlepaw sighed dreamily. Recently, she had met a rouge by the border of Mistclan and soon took a liking to him. He wasn't like the other rogues around the territory. Instead this one tom was rather kind and well lighthearted. She knew it was against the code to be meeting him, but she couldn't help herself. Shaking her head, Brindlepaw began to start with the basics. Hunting. She got into a hunting crouch and locked her gaze on a leaf. Padding quietly, her breathing steady, she wiggled her bottom and pounced, landing a taillength away. Fox-dung! She thought half-heartedly. Getting up, she crouched once more, ready to try again.