Post by Insidious on Feb 19, 2016 0:17:11 GMT -5
Littletimber stayed behind to take care of the sick, the wounded, and Bluejay, albeit hesitant to admit it, was eager to attend the Gathering. She was eager to get out of camp, more like it. She was beginning to feel suffocated by the weight of all eyes being on her. Everyone still looked at her like, at any moment, she would break all over again, and it was that more than anything that made her feel closer to breaking than to recovering. Littletimber, at least, didn't dwell, and she never thought she would catch herself being grateful to him for a lack of sensitivity. It wasn't exactly the kind of trait she coveted.
TreeClan filed in second to LightningClan, and she found herself sitting alone, something that, for the normally sociable she-cat, was a tad odd. The last time she had been at a Gathering, she was an apprentice, and her only concern was watching out for her sister. She recalled, with a small smile, that her sister met Mudpelt, then, and though she looked for him for a moment, she guiltily averted her eyes to the ground. She liked to think that the two of them were friends, but they didn't have much to talk about other than Pinkcloud, and neither of them needed to be reminded of what they had lost.
The rest of the clans arrived one after another until all but RainClan was present. She was far from the only one who seemed curious of their whereabouts, and she cast a look over her shoulders, hoping that, whatever it was, it wasn't too terrible a burden that they wouldn't be able to make it. Her thoughts immediately shifted to Rushwhisker, overwhelmed by her own concern. The two of them had ended things rather... well she liked to think, but she still cared about him more than words could describe. She feared that feeling would never go away in its entirety.
When she saw him, she hardly had time to wonder what had become of Razorstar, because all she wanted was to be close to him. With a grin that she hadn't sported for what felt like a lifetime, she sprung to her paws, weaving through the crowd and politely excusing herself whenever she almost ran into somebody heading in the opposite direction. "Rushwhisker!" She called warmly, arriving at his side and resisting the urge to bury her face in his fur.
He felt like home in a way that was different from TreeClan. It seemed like she was safe whenever he was nearby. She could almost forget about what things were like for her back at camp. "It has been too long since I've last seen you," she purred, "I have so much to tell you." She took a deep breath, then, a sad smile on her face. She didn't even realize that she had started to tremble. If he knew her at all - and she liked to think that he did - she wouldn't have to say it.