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Echobreeze
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She couldn't stop seeing him. When she closed her eyes, she could see his reddish fur. When she tossed and turned, she swore she could smell his scent, drifting by. No matter how hard she tried, his memory remained strong in her mind. Gorgelight was often a subject on her mind these days. It had become dreadfully hard for her to ignore. She would stumble while walking, distracted by the thought of him. Prey would slip through her claws as her mind drifted to their last visit together. It was true what they said about love. It was a sickness, and it had gripped her harder than any bought of greencough. She was falling victim to love, and there was no way she could escape.

The little she-cat had been trying to go back to sleep. It was still early morning, the dawn patrol had yet to leave. She suddenly debated volunteering to go with them, as sleep seemed to prefer keeping well clear of her now. The thought of being in a group with others, in a state like this, however, terrified her. She was so meek and pathetic anyway, now, with her mind distracted, she could barely function. She gave a gentle, soundless sigh as she finally gave up any attempt she had been doing of slipping back into sleep. Her green eyes stared at her paws for a moment as she thought of him once more.

There was no point in staying in here. She might as well leave the den, or she risked waking someone else with her soft, love-sick sighs. Slowly, carefully, she rose to her paws, stretching slightly to chase the stiffness from her muscles. Slowly, the little she-cat began to weave her way around cats of all shades and shapes. And then, suddenly, he was back in her mind. Her paws lagged, and one misstep had her staggering to the side slightly. Desperately, she tried to catch herself, but alas, her paws were against her. She tripped over a warm bundle of fur, her small body rolling over it to land in a tangled pile on the other side of him.

A scent drifted to her nose, and she scrambled to place it, hoping she hadn't just tripped over a snarling, mean warrior. Was it... She glanced sheepishly over her shoulder, her green eyes stretched wide in fear and shock. A mottled tabby coat lay nearby, and her heart shivered slightly. Maybe... Maybe she would live after all. "I-I... S-Sor-rry... I d-didn't m-mean t-to... Th-that w-was s-stupid-d." Her voice shivered in her obvious fear as she scrambled to her paws, her head and tail low, posture equally low and fearful. "I-I h-hope... Y-You're ok-kay... N-N-Nettlfur..."

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One hundred words to tell this story
about a girl, and the boy before me

Nettlefur had been sleeping dreamlessly when he was awoken by the odd sensation of a warrior tripping over him. Startled, his eyes shot open, but upon seeing the small tortoiseshell she-cat, who'd landed in a jumbled heap before him, he just let out a quiet mrrow of laughter and sat up a bit. The she-cat looked absolutely terrified, fear communicated through every facet of her body, and most of all in her luminous green eyes, which were filled with such panic that Nettlefur was bewildered as to the source of that panic.

"You're fine," he said, laughing softly. He heaved himself to his paws, yawning. "It's about time I woke up, anyways." He paused and made a quick attempt at smoothing down his fur, which poked out at odd angles in several places before giving up with sigh. "It's hopeless!" he joked warmly. Something about the fear Echobreeze had expressed made Nettlefur want to stay with her, to make sure that she was okay.

He glanced down at Echobreeze, his gaze purely benevolent, and asked, "Would you like to go on a small hunting patrol with me today?" He paused before adding, amiable, "I was going to try the Ambush Pond, to see if there's any prey left there."

these hundred steps that lay before me
I'd walk 'em all if you could see what I see

Character; Nettlefur
Words; 237
Notes; nawp.

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Echobreeze
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Large, green eyes stared up at Nettlefur as the tom roused and sat up. He hastily groomed his fur and joked with her, and though she knew she should laugh, she couldn't muster the sound. She just stayed where she was, silent and hopeless. The mottled tom had given up on grooming himself, and turned his attention to her. She couldn't meet his gaze, her eyes flicking to the floor instead. She knew she was small in stature, but suddenly she felt tiny. She wished she could just melt into the floor beneath her and disappear forever.

She did not expect what the tom said next. He... He wanted to go hunting..? With her?Her green eyes shifted to look up at him this time, blinking slowly to show her confusion. Her body posture had relaxed slightly. It wasn't quite so terrified, but it was still meek, and hesitant. Her mouth opened, as though she were going to speak, before it closed again and she blinked at him once more. She was considering murmuring some sort of excuse and then slinking off to hide somewhere, hide from the whole world, but the look in his eyes... Something about it... It was so gentle. She suddenly felt that he really didn't want to harm her.

She would have preferred being in Gorgelight's company right now, with his eyes gazing down at her where she felt safe but... She couldn't refuse. It wouldn't do her any harm to go hunt with him, would it? Maybe... Maybe she'd be able to catch something for her Clan then. Slowly, she bobbed her head in a gesture of yes. "S-S... Sure.. H-Hunting sounds.. G-Good..." She whispered softly, backing out of the warrior's den slowly, glancing back to see he was following. She stood outside, shuffling her little paws softly, waiting for Nettlefur. The hunting had been his idea, and he had a location he wanted to go, so she figured she'd let him lead. Not that she could lead anyone anyway.

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One hundred words to tell this story
about a girl, and the boy before me

Fear was such an intriguing thing. It was easy to see how it ruled some cats' lives. Living in fear of fear itself, he supposed. He didn't know much about Echobreeze. She was always so small, so quiet, so easy to miss. He'd observed her, as he did all cats, from a distance, but he'd never taken the time to truly learn about her, or who she was. It was clear that she needed nurturing, and gentleness.

Following her out into camp, he paused and stretched, trying to awaken his dormant muscles. With a friendly flick of his tail, he motioned for her to follow.

these hundred steps that lay before me
I'd walk 'em all if you could see what I see

Character; Nettlefur
Words; 180
Notes; weaaaak.

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This engagement is continued at Ambush Pond, located in the thread that can be found here.