Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 14, 2014 18:57:47 GMT -5
[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff]
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All around her, the sounds she associated with night floated to her ears. The sound of low, heavy breathing coming from a multitude of sleeping figures, the slightest hint of wind blowing through the trees. There was even the sound of crickets in the darkness. She was trying so very hard to will sleep to return to her. But she'd been awake for what seemed like an eternity now. Feathercloud had stopped visiting her in the middle of the night, the blue-eyed warrioress having settled into regular sleeping patterns once again. She had her nest back, she should be sleeping better, right?
And yet... Hazel eyes blinked open as the tortoiseshell gave a soft sigh of defeat. Lifting her head slowly, she looked to the side where a familiar brown tabby was lying fast asleep. The sudden urge to nuzzle him, to crawl into the crook made by his curved body overtook her, but at the same time... She couldn't bring herself to do that, for fear of waking him. He just looked so... Peaceful. With a slight flick of her plume of a tail, the mute warrioress figured she should get up, maybe take a walk. Maybe then she'd be able to rest.
From there, she took great care in all her movement. Slowly rising to her paws, she did her best to ensure she didn't disturb Zephyrfang's sleep. Then she had to ensure she didn't wake anyone else. That took a lot of maneuvering. Glad that her eyes were used to the dim lighting by now, she stepped over stretched out paws, slipped around tails that suddenly bolted upright in the wake of a dream. She half expected someone to jump to their paws and tackle her to the ground screaming some sort of nonsense.
By the grace of StarClan, her dainty paws met the ground outside the confines of the warrior's den. Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, the tortoiseshell padded forward, letting the sounds of the night creep in around her. She didn't mind being mute. In her eyes, she could still see the world's beauty. She could still hear its reassurance. And she was still alive. That was what was most important. Picking a seat some distance away from any dens, the tortoiseshell let her tail curl in close to her paws as her muzzle tipped upwards, soft greenish eyes closing.
And she stayed still, letting the wind play through her whiskers. Her ears twitched and pivoted, taking in the secrets that the world whispered to her. And she thought of her parents in StarClan. Together, happy. There was a warmth that slipped through her veins at the thought, a brief feeling that seemed to be carried off on the wind. Though she didn't move, her heart felt heavier. There was something she just couldn't seem to shake off. Slowly, she lowered her head, neck curving softly as her muzzle was suddenly pointed down to her paws. And it was in this position that she would stand for heartbeat after heartbeat, doing nothing but listening.
