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[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff]

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The tortoiseshell she-cat padded alongside her silver companion, paw steps dragging ever so slightly as she moved. Soft ears were tilted back, evidence of her distracted state of mind. Thank the ancestors that she'd only been invited to walk around the territory a little bit, and not for a hunting patrol or something. Feathercloud had just wanted to stretch her legs. Any attempt at doing anything productive would have probably ended in disaster for the pretty feline. Putting one paw in front of the other was already hard enough for her. Slowly, her ears rotated forward, towards the silver warrioress.

Feathercloud had launched into some prattle about something or other when they'd begun their walk. Now, if she could remember correctly... They were almost back at camp. And Brokensong hadn't been paying any attention. She felt guilty for that, but she just couldn't focus. Not that the other she-cat seemed to notice. Feathercloud was just as distracted as Brokensong was, though it was obvious that the root of their distraction was radically different. Brokensong found it difficult to keep moving, to find the will to do anything, whereas Feathercloud spoke animatedly, her tail flicking to and fro as she almost pranced rather than walked.

There wasn't much in the world that bothered the tri-colored she-cat. She'd always seemed capable of pushing through whatever dilemma was plaguing her. Why was it different this time? The answer to that was simple. This time, the root of what was bothering her stemmed from the very heart of her world, the one who never failed to make her smile. Remembering the way Zephyrfang had been there for her after the fire that had killed her father, solid ground amongst a sea of despair, she felt her chest tighten slightly. What if he isn't happy here?

Her ears shot forward as Feathercloud asked her if she was going to go back to the warrior's den. Looking rather surprised at the fact they'd already arrived, the tortoiseshell barely managed a sheepish smile before shaking her head. Her gaze flicked to the fresh-kill pile then, hoping the silver she-cat would interpret that as she was going to eat something instead. For a moment, Brokensong was worried Feathercloud would volunteer to eat with her. As much as she adored the silver warrioress... For the first time in a long time, the tortoiseshell feline just wanted to be alone.

After only a moment of hesitation, Feathercloud nodded softly and excused herself, padding away to presumably catch a nap. Brokensong's ears flattened on her head as she turned and wandered back out of the camp. She didn't stray far, knowing better than to do so. She took a seat near the base of a tree, a silent sigh escaping her. Immediately, her mind returned to her previous train of thought. For once, she hated that she couldn't just... Ask. What if Zephyrfang wasn't happy? Would he tell her? She couldn't bare the thought of him living in misery. He was having troubles adjusting. Was she forcing him to live somewhere he didn't want to?

Tucking her tail next to her, she let her hazel-green eyes slip closed. She hoped that he would tell her if something was wrong... If she knew then she could... Could what? Would she leave TreeClan?

Could she..?

@ghostlight

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Adderstrike
Fangs Of A Viper
I am not alone, Not beaten down just yet
I am not afraid,
Of the voices in my head

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A familiar scent dove it's way through the brush and undergrowth to invade his nose, despite the fat, fluffy squirrel that hung limply just below in his jaws. Cold, harsh blue orbs turned from watching the path in-front of him to glancing at his brother, who's mind obviously wasn't in the forest at the moment, for the scent had yet to draw the golden and white tom's attention from his rather fascinating paws.

It was already unbearable that their sister was having trouble staying in reality, the temperamental tom didn't need Sunstride to fall off the edge of sanity as well. That was the last thing Treeclan needed, or Adderstrike for that matter. It was as if his siblings were trying to kill him, slowly and painfully as he watched them fade away from the world. With a snort, the ginger tom paused to lash his tail out, catching his brother's paws and almost knocking them from underneath his body.

"What was that for?" Sunstride dropped his mouse and finch to whirl around, green eyes blazing at his brother. Something was definitely wrong with Adderstrike's more level headed and calm sibling. There had only been a couple of times he had seen Sunstride so angry, one of them at that stupid fool, Zephyrfang. The older tom could see the fur rising along his brother's spine, but before he said anything, he watched as Sunstride caught on to Brokensong's scent.

Still holding a furious gleam in his green orbs, Sunstride picked up his prey and ignored his brother by pushing through the ferns to see where the mute she-cat was standing. Glaring over his shoulder, Sunstride padded near Brokensong to reach over and touch his nose to her head with a forced purr before continuing on into Treeclan's camp. As the tip of his tail disapeared, Adderstrike picked up his squirrel and pushed himself through the ferns to where his cold, blue orbs fell upon Brokensong's tri-colored pelt.

Being around Gentlebreeze had Adderstrike keen to know the expression on the beautiful she-cat's face. He felt his temper rising as he could only think of one cat who could put such a sad mood on Brokensong. Zephyrfang! Adderstrike had yet to sink his claws into the arrogant and foolish loner-warrior. Oh, how he would love to do so though.

He let his squirrel thud against the forest floor as he sat near Brokensong, lifting his tail to brush against her fluffy flank. "What's wrong Brokensong?" He asked, his rough voice as gentle as he could make it. What he wouldn't give to have Gentlebreeze's gentleness at time when he spoke to the mute warrioress beside him.

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Down the darkest road, Something follows me
I am not alone
Cause misery loves my company,
Misery loves my company

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[smear:000000]Broken[/smear:ff6633][smear:ff6633]song[/smear:ffffff]

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She was pulled out of her daze rather suddenly by a nose touching the top of her head. Hazel-green eyes blinked in confusion, and she first looked one way, not realizing that Sunstride was moving. When no one was there, she looked over the other side, just in time to see Sunstride's form disappear into the TreeClan camp. She had heard the familiar rumble of a purr, her ears flashing forward, but it was gone now. She found herself staring at the place she'd just seen the green eyed TreeClan tom rather blankly. She was trying desperately to refocus herself, aware that she'd managed to drift off into her own world at some point.

Her ear rotated back as something made contact with the ground below. Just then, something soft brushed against her flank, and she started slightly, her heart just about ready to jump out of her chest. Zephyrfang..? Hope sent butterflies racing through her body, twisting her stomach into knots of excitement. Just as she turned to see if her hope would become a reality, a familiar voice spoke up. But it hadn't been the voice she'd wanted to hear. That sounded bad... It just hadn't been Zephyrfang's. She blinked at Adderstrike for a moment, her eyes refocusing.

When she finally registered what he'd just asked her, she managed to smile at him sheepishly, giving a shrug of her shoulder. Her paws kneaded the ground as she glanced about, her brain churning to try and find something to tell him. Or... Something to try to get him to understand anyway. Ears pivoted on her head, tipping back slightly as she let the air in her lungs rush out of her in a soft stream. Her plume-like tail wrapped around herself, the tip of it pointing towards Adderstrike.

Ever so lightly, she used her tail tip to poke Adderstrike just where his heart would be. When she met his eyes once more, she looked... Saddened, almost as though she were in pain. Her smile was too small, too.. Out of place to be a real one. Why was it that matters of the heart hurt more than any physical injury she had ever encountered before? It was such a strange thing, the heart.... Almost as though you were balancing on the very tip of an extraordinarily sharp claw. One wrong move and you would be feeling the resulting sting for days to follow.

That will ever change the way I feel about Zephyrfang... All the pain in the world would never change a thing...

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Adderstrike
Fangs Of A Viper
I am not alone, Not beaten down just yet
I am not afraid,
Of the voices in my head

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Those cold blue orbs narrowed, as his ears tipped towards behind him, lowering slightly. He could just see by the expression on her face that she was not okay. She wasn't happy, or excited or even gleeful. No, she was upset, sad, and it tore at his heart like claws of a warrior to his pelt. He already knew who it was, already knew who was the one cat who could bust down Brokensong's walls of happiness.

"Zephyrfang." The ginger and white tom lashed his tail, the word a snarl on his lips. His tail twitched vigorously, a true sign that the temperamental tom was rather furious. He would gladly rip his claws into that pathetic excuse for a warrior, a pathetic excuse for a cat rather. He couldn't believe that Brokensong would give her heart that that tom and yet he threw it around as if it were no big thing.

"What did he do to you?" He asked, growling, though he paused when he saw the look in her eyes. He didn't want to frighten the gentle and mute she-cat that was next to him. One of the only she-cats who would every hold his heart and gentle nature in her paws.

He took a moment to take a deep breathe, relaxing his tense muscles and to soothe the prickled fur along his spine and shoulders. After a moment, his tail stilled and rested against her own, feathered tail, in an attempt to calm her.

"I'm sorry, Brokensong..." He said, turning his fierce, blue eyes to the ground, finding his paws rather interesting to look at. He wasn't good at being gentle, or sweet, or 'sorry'. But he didn't like the look he saw in the she-cat's eyes who sat next to him. She was so much like Gentlebreeze, and he didn't want to loose her like he was loosing Gentlebreeze.

After a moment, Adderstrike reached over and touched his nose to her ear. "What happened?" He asked in a more subtle tone than the one he had the last time he asked. The temperamental tom pulled away after a moment, letting those electric blue eyes stared into her more softer and beautiful orbs.

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Down the darkest road, Something follows me
I am not alone
Cause misery loves my company,
Misery loves my company