Nothing was more sobering than the fear of losing a loved one. He had come close to losing Coyotepaw once, and that had been due to his own stupid, selfish behavior. This was entirely different - but the heavy weight of dread sitting inside his stomach like a rock felt exactly the same.
Bonetail was not acting like himself. As if through good-behavior, as if by bargaining with the powers that be could actually heal his mother of this sickness, the white-furred warrior went on every patrol. Hunted in the spare hours. But he did not go near the medicine cat's den...
Fear pricked his thoughts every time he glanced to Smokefur's and Shadowpaw's den. What if the next time he returned, Ghostlight would be gone? Deeply agitated, Bonetail had been unable to relax all day. As if sensing that his mood was poor and his mind was clouded by dread, his Clanmates tiptoed around him.
Bonetail nodded flatly to Pinewhisker as she dismissed the hunting party; he placed his catch of three frogs onto the fresh kill pile, ears twitching towards the faint sounds of coughing and wheezing from nearby. But he couldn't bring himself to look that way.
I just want to sleep through this nightmare.
He nearly bumped into his sister, Hollystorm, and mismatched eyes found the she-cat's strong green gaze. A moment of worry passed between them, as if both were afraid of the news the other was about to deliver - but it became clear that neither cat was about to utter words of their mother's condition.
"She'll get better. Blackwolf did," Hollystorm said. But she didn't sound certain.
Bonetail brushed past her, muttering. "Yeah."
He went to his nest and started to groom his pelt, failing to notice a familiar pretty grey she-cat walking in.
Lilyfrost was concerned, a strange new feeling for the grey pelted she-cat. Bonetail had not been himself lately that was for sure and while she had heard whispers around camp that this new version of the white male was an act, a poor attempt to get attention or sympathy. Lilyfrost did not believe it for a second. The male she knew, didn't care for sympathy he radiated the confidence of a tom who did not need anyone's pity. It was one of the reasons Lilyfrost found his presence so thrilling.
He had changed from the rebellious and charming male she knew him as to this sullen and mood yet ideal warrior. Lilyfrost had just returned from her own hunting trip with a rat she had found creeping around the border's when she spotted the mismatched eyes and shiny white pelt of the male who meant a lot more to her than she was willing to admit in the short time they had been around each other.
The female followed with her catch when the male did not pause to pick out his own meal and left his kill of three frogs laying on the fresh kill pile. This concerned her, she had never seen Bonetail like this before, the reason why? she did not yet know.
The pretty green eyed she-cat entered the warrior's den with her catch and approached the male, who was grooming his prestine pelt of the grime that may have settled there. Lilyfrost's tail flicked behind her in concern as she placed the lizard at the male's paws and then, almost as if she was nervous , the female slowly moved to nuzzle the male's shoulder in comfort.
" Bonetail?" her words held both concern and a little questioning as to why he was acting the way he was.
Post by Fawntastic on May 19, 2017 16:39:59 GMT -5
24 Moons. Tom. NightClan.
⇒I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way⇐
"Ghostlight has greencough." Bonetail spoke into the darkness, feeling Lilyfrost nuzzle his shoulder but unable to meet her gaze. There was a lot he left unspoken - he wasn't the sort to openly complain when times got... really tough. Grumbling about dawn patrol was one thing, but speaking of his mother's illness, and how much it frightened him - he couldn't bring himself to.
Maybe he got that from his father. Blackwolf was withdrawn, cold and bad-tempered while his mate lay in Smokefur's den, suffering from a ragged cough and fever dreams. Bonetail felt like he was walking around on a thin, icy filament over the marshes; one moment, one wrong step, and he was going to fall through.
He had pestered Shadowpaw, Ghostlight was getting as much herbs and water as everyone else, but she wasn't getting better as quickly as the other sick cats were. Her recovery was so slow, to Bonetail it looked like she wasn't recovering at all.
Bonetail's claws unsheathed, hooking slightly into the mossy bed beneath him, all the way to the cavern floor. His claw-tips drew slight scratch marks on the rock, his posture tensing on an inhale - and slowly unclenching on the exhale. Bonetail forced his claws to retract, finally looking at Lilyfrost. "This mine?" He meant the lizard, Bonetail just now noticing that she'd brought him something from the fresh kill pile.
He didn't have much appetite. If it was for him, then they'd better share it.
Lilyfrost's heart sank like a stone dropped in the river at Bonetail's words, she knew exactly who Ghostflight was and why the male was so concerned. Ghostflight was Bonetail's mother and if Lilyfrost's own mother had been alive and caught the illness the pretty grey she-cat would be feeling the same way as the white pelted warrior.
He did not say anymore than that and Lilyfrost knew better than to press for information or try at convince the male that his mother would be fine, Lilyfrost knew that it would not work and since the moment she met him, Lilyfrost promised herself that she would never lie to him or give him false hope.
All she could do was offer comfort, nuzzling the male once more she met his gaze when he questioned if the lizard she had bought was his.
" Yeah, I thought you might like something that you don't have to pluck" She spoke, it wasn't a dig at the male's laziness but rather a poor attempt to take his mind off the heartbreaking scene before him. Shutting her mouth the female wrapped her tail around the male's side and purred softly, offering comfort as it was the only thing she could do for him.
If any cat told him he'd be sharing a meal with Lilyfrost, with her pressed against his side and purring - he would've smirked and told them that wasn't a surprise. What Bonetail hadn't accounted for, were the grim circumstances. This wasn't another little game of flirting between fox and vixen, trying to see how much they could get away with. This was...
Comfort. Compassion. From the cat he least expected it from.
Bonetail's head turned to Lilyfrost, and he brushed his muzzle against her ear, murmuring. "Thanks." Not just for the prey. "Have some with me, I'm not that hungry." Forcing himself to keep his strength up, the white warrior bent his jaws to the lizard and bit in, chewing a morsel with a distracted, mechanical air. Bonetail's tail-tip flicked, and the kinked tip - a remnant of his fight with the fox - ended up laid over Lilyfrost's. He didn't move it. Why should he?
If any one came in and dared comment, they'd get a roll of the eyes at the least, and a biting, acidic comment at worst. Who he interacted with and why were no one's business but his own; for once he wasn't interested in spreading around his reputation as NightClan's most available, most attractive bachelor. He just wanted to sleep and wake up tomorrow to see Ghostlight walking and talking and trying to groom him like he was a kit again.
On any other day Lilyfrost would have playfully teased the male about being so withdrawn but today was not a today for their harmless flirting. The young female remained almost stuck to the male's side as she offered him the only comfort she could, Lilyfrost was not usually so caring and compassionate but Bonetail had gotten under her pelt and while she would deny it to the end of Starclan if questioned, she did care deeply for the tom.
As he brushed his muzzle against her eyes and muttered a thanks Lilyfrost smiled softly, recognising that he wasn't just talking about the prey she had bought with her. Watching him settle into the meal Lilyfrost was a little surprised when his tail ended up laying over hers but neither cat made a move to correct it.
"I'm here if you need me, I care about you " she whispered so softly that one might of missed it if they were not right beside her but as soon as the sweet words left her lips she lowered her head and delicately bit into the lizard.