feeling almost safe [FAWN!] Aug 15, 2016 15:40:23 GMT -5
Post by Hellion on Aug 15, 2016 15:40:23 GMT -5
She hadn't intended for staying so long, in fact she wanted to dislike the place but found herself finding comfort within the Clan. It wasn't anything profound and part of her waited for the other claw to strike, resulting in her being chased out of TreeClan. When ever she saw a group of more then two cats come toward her she'd tense up. It took some explaining but finally a cat explained it was a patrol. At certain times of the day groups of Clan cats would go out into the forest for a variety of tasks. Larger groups tended to be border patrols while smile groups were for hunting. It was interesting for the russet loner and she wondered if it was a good thing or bad thing. Were those who where caught misbehaving sent on certain kinds of patrols?
As she continued to learn about the Clan. She better understand the various ranks and the importance of names. There was one such cat called Dunepaw who often visited Bluejay because of some sort of sickness when he was still Dunekit. At first Amara found it sort of silly, but admired the Clan cats for sticking within tradition.
The healing that was taking place within her was slow. Her lungs still burned from the stain of the slight cough she got, Bluejay called it greencough, the cough itself was gone but the pain was an annoying discomfort. Her sprained paw was having a harder time with healing because she had insisted on getting her own prey. Not hunting by any means, but she didn't like having prey brought to her. Not only was it strange to her but she was nervous that it meant she owed the cat who was trying to be kind. Instead Amara would walk the few tail-lengths it was to get herself something small and slightly old. Her mother's old teaching were hard to overcome.
Despite the cough and sprain keeping her within TreeClan, Amara had done her best to remain opened to what was going on. She'd watch the cats from the inside of Bluejay's den and often times exit the herb filled room to catch some sun. For the first time in her entire life Amara didn't feel threatened. She'd catch a few smiles of cats welcoming of her and other cats who didn't smile didn't glare either, but showed her an indifferent look.
With the current greenleaf day being warm but not overly hot, Amara had limped out into the camp clearing, but still within close proximity of the medicine cat den. Her injured paw was outstretched but the rest of her tucked in close. Her eyes would scan the cats going in and out or doing their own sunbathing. It was peaceful but it didn't stop her from watching the shadows for something to happen.
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