Hold On To Me [Zuma] May 28, 2013 22:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on May 28, 2013 22:22:32 GMT -5
Hazel-green eyes stared blankly down at the ground, looking pale, as though their color had been draining ever so slightly, possibly with every tear she'd cried. It had been two days since the fire. Two days since she'd lost her father. But it was the first day she had actually had time to truly grieve. The day of the blaze had been utter chaos, trying to evacuate everyone to safety. We failed... Yesterday, the chaos had still been present, passing like ripples through the Clan. She couldn't even remember what she had done the day before. It had passed by, almost as though she were on autopilot, moving through duties. Of course, her ability to do so had been hampered slightly.
A fit of silent coughs reminded her of the damage she had sustained. If was beginning to ebb away, considerably better than it had been the day of the fire. She could still remember the burning sensation in her throat as she had tried to breathe in the smoke-filled air. Her eyes stung just thinking about all that smoke. Once her coughing subsided, the beautiful, grief-stricken she-cat shifted slightly, staring down at her exposed pad. They were usually pink, but were stained a gray, from the ash she presumed. She felt almost as though she were being suffocated by it. Whenever she bothered to twist so that she might attempt to clean her pelt, she could taste it on her tongue.
Brokensong ruffled her fur slightly, a sudden pang striking her in the heart. Had she been standing, her legs would have more than likely buckled beneath her. She bent her neck, pressing her chin to her chest, desperately trying to hold back the threatening tears. She felt her teeth grind together slightly, pricking at her lip as she fought the oncoming sadness. A silent sob took her by surprise, passing almost like a shiver, disturbing her whole body.
She wanted nothing more than to bury her head in her father's pelt and cry. He would know exactly what to say to her, what to do do calm her in a moment such as this. But he's gone... The last of my family... Dead. Her thoughts were filled with bitterness, something that would have stunned and horrified her, had she been herself. But grief was a powerful manipulator.
After a moment, Brokensong thought she might finally have gotten herself under control She felt a bit numb, as though she had felt so much pain and grief over the fire, and her father's death, that her body simply wasn't able to cope anymore, leaving her with an emptiness, compared to her usual, happy-go-lucky self.
A sound behind her should have attracted her attention, but the tortoiseshell tabby she-cat simply couldn't summon up the strength to glance behind her. Instead, she shifted her gaze to a rock sitting nearby. She was a little ways away from TreeClan's makeshift camp, having needed a moment alone. Everyone seemed to constantly stay huddled there, unless prey was needed, which meant Brokensong wasn't expecting much company.