Heal It Over Time [SpruceFeather] Aug 25, 2014 14:49:52 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Aug 25, 2014 14:49:52 GMT -5
The silver warrioress was fairly certain that Zephyrfang was a little grumpy with her in recent days. Since the fox attack she'd experienced with Sprucefur and Skyfall, the warrioress had been having trouble sleeping. One night, she'd just stood up and padded over to Brokensong's nest, nudging the tortoiseshell awake. They'd spent some time outside, the older she-cat patiently listening to Feathercloud as she confessed her troubles and fears to the warrioress. And once she had talked herself to the point her throat was dry, the mute warrioress and comforted her with a gentle gaze and a flick of her plume-like tail.
Since then, it wasn't unusual for the silver feline to get up and make her way quietly to Brokensong, who'd created a separate little nest for Feathercloud near the one she shared with Zephyrfang. And the tortoiseshell would remain awake until Feathercloud drifted to sleep to the rhythmic patterns of Brokensong's tongue over her silver fur. She wasn't trying to steal Brokensong away from Zephyrfang... It was just that since Silverpaw had left, the mute warrior was probably Feathercloud's closest friend. And it wasn't like her mother would offer her any sort of consolation. She made sure to give Brokensong space during the day, leaving her to Zephyrfang. It was only fair, right?
Icy blue eyes cracked open to light filtering into the warrior's den. As per usual, the nest Brokensong had created for the two of them was empty. And Zephyrfang was nowhere to be seen. Rising to her paws, the silver warrior padded around the groups of still sleeping souls, and out into the main area of TreeClan's camp. Deciding to fetch herself something to eat, Feathercloud groggily padded towards the fresh-kill pile. Picking a small piece of prey and vowing to go out hunting later to repay her meal and more, she wandered off to an area in the sun and began picking at the mouse.
Jaws parted in a yawn as she finished off the remainder of her meal. Blue eyes focused on the medicine cat's den, where she could see Skyfall taking a bit of a walk. She'd been relieved upon finding out that the white tom would be alright. He was a loyal warrior of TreeClan, and certainly deserved to be spared by StarClan. His time would come, but in the meantime, TreeClan needed warriors like him. I wonder if he has nightmares like me... I wonder if Sprucefur has them...
At the thought of the pale furred tom, she found that she was searching for him, almost willing him to appear. Before she could think differently, she'd risen to her paws and was padding about, whiskers twitching as she poked her head into the warrior's den. Squinting to see if she could spot him in his nest, she felt a little disappointed when she couldn't find him. Backing out, the silver she-cat decided to go back to her original spot. Maybe he'd walk by eventually... If he did, would he want to speak to her? What if he thinks I'm bad luck or something?
Shaking her head to clear it of anymore ridiculous thoughts, Feathercloud spun around without really paying much attention to her surroundings.
Feel free to have her get back to her spot or crash into him, Fawntastic