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Post by Fawn on Aug 16, 2016 22:54:52 GMT -5
45 Moons. Senior Warrior. TreeClan. Single~It was the cloudiest morning the valley had had in recent memory. Good. Why should the sun shine anyway? Much of the camp was empty, the warriors of TreeClan taking full advantage of the break from the indomitable heat to hunt as much as possible. With the all-too-recent, all-too-horrifying scare of Demon's attack, more cats were hunting in larger groups or risk the lynx's attention.
Despite much more serious, much more lethal problems presenting themselves to TreeClan, Appleshade couldn't turn off her feelings. She couldn't pretend she was happy when she wasn't; sneaking out of her nest at dawn, if any-cat asked, she would assume they knew her well enough to suspect she was out hunting with a bunch of handsome toms (or border patrolling in the hopes of a friendly chat with her cross-Clan friends). Only someone who knew her well would know that she always chose the meadow to sulk in.
Of course, this wasn't exactly a common occurrence.
It wasn't every day that a tom she had feelings for so blatantly shot her down; she felt like a flower that had been crushed under paw, her petals bent, whiskers drooping, spirit trampled into the dirt. The pale she-cat's head hung down as she sat in the meadow, grateful the wild flowers had grown tall enough to hide her from the average passersby. Privately wishing the meadow flowers would disguise her scent, Appleshade sighed, having a much needed pity party.
At least I'm still beautiful. Chimed that reassuring inner monologue, her previously fixed confidence sounding a little shaky now. What good was beauty if it didn't win her Whiteclaw's heart? What good was kindness, what good was boldness, if it could only backfire? Oh the worst part was that she still cared. He wouldn't lose any sleep over this (she could hear him snoring peacefully in his nest most nights), but she could barely close her eyes before his words would come back to haunt her like some cold leafbare wind.
Appleshade, in an uncharacteristic display of vindictiveness, plucked a petal from the stem with her teeth, watching it fall to the dry earth with an abysmal, glassy-eyed stare. "I hate him." She grumbled, and plucked another flower. "What's the point of still having feelings for someone when you know they don't return them? Better yet, they don't even take you seriously..."
Lonely for company despite her self-imposed isolation, Appleshade spoke out of the side of her muzzle, using a high voice as though it were coming from the flower she was harassing. "Not a clue. Why are you asking me? I'm just a flower."
The pretty she-cat shook her head, scoffing at her own behavior. Well it's true, then. Love really DOES make you crazy.
But now the good kind.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 17, 2016 23:13:10 GMT -5
On any other day, Feathercloud might have been nothing more than an average passerby, obliviously trotting past the meadow on her way to do StarClan knew what for StarClan knew who. Today? Preoccupied thoughts swarmed her head, self-doubt rearing its ugly head from the confines of her mind; was she a failure as a mentor? Sparrowpaw never seemed that interested, despite the things Feathercloud tried in an attempt to make their training sessions more enjoyable. And what about as a friend? Sprucefur still avoided her as though her pelt were crawling with flees. Pair all that with a couple sleepless nights thanks to the valley's resident mauling lynx?
She misjudged her leap. Her silver paws hit the ground a tail length from the squirrel she'd been stalking. Of course, the stupid thing made a run for the trees, and the chase began. She'd not hesitated, not even a moment. It was as though her paws had a mind of their own, taking off after the fleeing prey before she could begin to think about her next move. The furry rodent flung itself at a nearby tree, hurriedly skittering to where it thought it might be safe. And of course, Feathercloud's body followed.
Leaping as high as she could, the she-cat's paws found some form of purchase in the trunk's bark, allowing her to spring off the solid trunk and reach one of the low hanging branches. Another spring, another branch. Soon, the branches were close enough together that she could almost run up them, taking them in small bounds rather than using the trunk for extra lift. It wasn't until her hind paw slipped on a branch of smaller girth than she'd been expecting that the silver warrioress stopped to question what in StarClan's name she was doing.
Ice blue eyes looked left, and then right, confirming the nagging thought near the back of her mind: that squirrel was nowhere to be seen. Feathercloud was a good climber, one of TreeClan's top climbers, that she had no problem admitting. But had she really thought she'd be able to catch a squirrel? Inching closer to the trunk, Feathercloud lowered herself into a thoughtful sit. Well, that was stupid and a waste of both my time and energy. Her voice was loud and sarcastic in her mind, the silver warrioress needing to suppress the urge to physically roll her eyes to match the tone she'd used.
Focusing her attention on her surroundings, she caught sight of a strange situation. In the meadow, (which she could see because her current perch was on the outer rim of the meadow) stood the familiar pelt of Appleshade. The other warrioress was by herself, head hanging surprisingly low for a she-cat who rivalled Feathercloud in attitude. The silver she-cat blinked in confusion, her feathery tail waving slowly behind her. "Looks like you're not the only one struggling with doubts these days, Feathercloud..." Coming to a conclusion, the TreeClan she-cat began her descent.
It took her some time to make it back to the ground. After all, there was little point in hurrying down only to make another mistake and actually fall this time. She'd been lucky, up in that tree. The ground was not kind to those that fell from heights. She consciously kept her mind trained on the task at paw, up until the moment all four of her silver paws had touched the ground once more. Only then did she allow herself to start thinking about Appleshade, sitting alone like that in the meadow. She looked utterly defeated, and that was not something Feathercloud had ever once associated with the upbeat, fun TreeClan she-cat.
Without saying a word, without asking the other she-cat if she could approach, Feathercloud trotted forward. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what pushed her to reach out to Appleshade; after all, Feathercloud was not exactly a she-cat known for her skills at comforting others. Maybe a part of her, the one that knew how horrible it was to feel the way Appleshade looked, didn't want the other she-cat to have to go through it alone. The silver warrioress knew the crushing weight of solitude all too well.
Dropping into a sit far louder than it needed to be, the silver TreeClanner claimed her seat directly beside the other she-cat, so close that their fur brushed just the slightest bit. She didn't immediately speak up, nor did she turn to look at Appleshade directly. Instead, she let the silence fill the space between them for a moment (admittedly grasping at something to say; why hadn't she thought of this on the way here?!), before tipping her head just so. This allowed her pupils to glance sideways and take in the defeated she-cat. Shifting her weight just so, Feathercloud nudged her shoulder against the older she-cat, and mewed simply.
"Talk to me."
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Post by Fawn on Aug 19, 2016 12:51:46 GMT -5
45 Moons. Senior Warrior. TreeClan. Single~ How long had Feathercloud been sitting there? Too consumed by her own misery, her own gloomy thundercloud feelings, Appleshade didn't look up until she felt the silver-and-white tabby nudge her gently. Feathercloud earned a watery smile for her trouble, Appleshade's whiskers twitching. "I don't think you want to hear about the most pathetic story in the whole valley, Feathercloud."
That's what I am. Pathetic. How could I have been so foolish? Was that vanity, then, that had assumed he would feel the same way? Or was that blind hope? Her heart helping her eyes see what it wanted to see? The frustration and self pity rushed up like an air pocket desperate to escape, Appleshade's head whipping back to plead an answer from Feathercloud, needing the perspective of an outsider to either confirm her own patheticness or reassure her that this was... just a nasty storm, and it would pass eventually.
"Oh Feathercloud, what's wrong with me? I... I told Whiteclaw how I felt about him, and he—" her voice hitched, heart dropping like a stone "—he told me didn't feel the same way and that he couldn't take me seriously. What have I done wrong, Feathercloud?"
Appleshade rubbed her face with a paw, wiping away the moisture collecting on her lower lids, the movements dainty but not as neat as they usually were; she was clearly frazzled, shaken by the rejection. Feathery silver-sorrel tail still beside her, the she-cat was arguably less animated than normal, and this severe cause of heartache did not appear to dissipate any.
Still, it felt... good to talk. Feathercloud didn't deserve her weeping and her whining, but Appleshade didn't know what else to do. Would she fall apart, if she tried to keep all of this inside? Oh, she'd never been very good at that. A secret she could keep; but a wound was hard to hide. "I'm so stupid," Appleshade murmured, uttering a bleak, self-depreciating laugh. "I thought he liked me because I wanted him to like me." Isn't that the most pathetic thing you've ever heard?
It was cloudy, but a part of Appleshade (no small part, mind you) vehemently wished it would rain. Maybe it would be cathartic, seeing the valley reflecting what her own heart was doing. Oh how selfish was that, wishing for rain just because a tom had broken her heart? You are so ridiculous, Appleshade. Well... at least the valley would benefit from the water, and she'd... have a good excuse to stay in her nest all day tomorrow.
If anyone asked, she'd say they felt under the weather. If they fetched Bluejay, she'd ask for some chamomile; she strongly doubted the blue-furred healer would have enough poppy seeds or healing plants to fix emotional wounds.
Embarrassed at her own behavior, at her own overwhelming feelings, Appleshade stole a glance at Feathercloud, half expecting the she-cat to make an excuse that would let her go back to camp—anything but listen to her whining. What if she doesn't take me seriously either? Appleshade almost cried out in protest, pain inflicted by the very thought.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 20, 2016 15:45:33 GMT -5
The silvery she-cat stayed quiet, inviting Appleshade to speak as long as she needed to. She'd shifted slightly, to get a better look at the older she-cat, but remained seated beside her rather that in front of her. Her paws twitched, a sudden urge to hunt Whiteclaw down and give him a good smack slipping through her veins. She didn't even care that the black warrior was technically her senior; that was a rude thing to say to anyone for any reason, and Feathercloud's dislike of the situation was reflected in those sharp, ice blue eyes of hers.
But out of respect for her friend, she remained silent, only moving her tail to drape it gently on her friend's flank. Still biting her sharp tongue, Feathercloud searched for something to say that wasn't directed at Whiteclaw in that moment. "For what it's worth, I'd have been honoured to be your tom-friend if I were a tom." Offering her friend a cheeky smile, she gave her another slight nudge with her shoulder. Still laughing to herself, Feathercloud's blue eyes drifted back to the meadow, taking in the seemingly endless field of flowers before them. It really was a beautiful spot.
"But you've done nothing wrong, and you're definitely not stupid, Appleshade." She paused for a moment, before glancing at the pale she-cat from the corner of her eyes. "Or I've done something equally wrong, and am just as stupid." She snorted at herself, closing her crystalline blue eyes and breathing in deeply, as though collecting herself. "Remember when I disappeared as an apprentice, into the mountains, and returned with the big blue tom, Ironpaw?" She waited to hear some sort of confirmation or other from Appleshade before continuing. "You should have heard us in the mountains, forever bickering, not able to agree on anything. Despite the fact he saved my life out there."
She paused then, opening her eyes once more. "But eventually, he agreed to come back, and even joined TreeClan. It felt like I'd done something right. The time we spent journeying, and even the time we spent together once he became part of TreeClan... As mousebrained as this sounds, it changes you. For a while, I couldn't put my paw on what Ironpaw made me feel. StarClan help me, he could irritate me to no end, but he also made me laugh like no one else could."
Her tail tip flicked from where it lay on Appleshare's flank, Feathercloud's muzzle tipping down to examine her silvery paws. "I liked him. Really liked him. When I became a warrior, I told myself I'd tell him how I felt when he became a warrior. I was sure his time was soon, and I was sure he'd share in my sentiments. But we went for a walk one day, because he needed to get out. We crossed into StoneClan territory, an empty shell of what it had been, and started moving over the stones there." She lifted one paw, flexing her claws as though remembering what the stone had felt like underpaw.
"And we fought again. StarClan above, did we fight... He believed TreeClan had played a part in StoneClan being chased from their home. I was stupid enough to think that I would be enough to make TreeClan his home now. I guess he was still a StoneClan cat at heart. The last thing I said to him... Was to call him an outsider. And he told me that I should feel guilt for what had happened to them. I ran. To get away, to clear my head. Eventually, I found my way back home. Apparently, so did he."
When she glanced at Appleshade, there was a strange sorrow behind her gaze; the reflection of a younger Feathercloud, struggling to mend a broken heart. "Only he didn't come back to TreeClan." She shrugged her shoulder slightly, bringing a paw over her ear as though fixing her fur. When her paw touched ground again, her eyes were back to their usual icy stillness. "If you ask me, it's toms that have something wrong with them." She laughed softly, a short sound under her breath. "Strange, oblivious and complicated, as if they are an entirely different species."
Giving the other she-cat her best reassuring smile, she leaned her shoulder against Appleshade's softly. "Us she-cats... We'll just have to stick together. It hurts, but... It goes away eventually. And I promise, you won't be alone. You'll have me."
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Post by Fawn on Aug 22, 2016 9:17:29 GMT -5
45 Moons. Senior Warrior. TreeClan. Single~ Somehow, Feathercloud knew what needed to be said. These were not empty words of comfort (though Appleshade would appreciate the sincerity, even if she didn't feel any better), but the silver she-cat actually sharing with her a similar experience. Different circumstances, different faces, yes, but it hurt just the same... The same stinging, burning sensation in her chest and throat, as if she didn't know whether to scream or sob uncontrollably.
Touched that a she-cat she had always considered herself friends with, but not close friends with was being so compassionate towards her, Appleshade wiped her eyes, fluffy silver-sorrel tail dabbing gently across her face to get rid of any excess moisture. Her voice was still heavy with emotion, but there was a hitched laugh in there too. "I think you're right, Feathercloud. Something's obviously wrong with all of them, not us."
She turned and licked Feathercloud's ear, gratitude shining in her still-wet gaze. "I think that Ironpaw was a fool, but I suppose its fortunate that he returned to the Clan he most belonged in." Oh Feathercloud, that must have taken you so long to get over... If she had felt for this StoneClan cat the way she'd felt for Whiteclaw, oh StarClan above, there was no mercy in this world, was there?
No wonder Sprucefur won't tell her how he feels. He knows about Ironpaw. He must think there's no place in her heart for him at all. And once more, she was given proof that toms were just a little on the oblivious side. With a disgruntled sniff—if she could not be happy (well, not right now), then she was determined to see to it that her friends were. "You're a good friend, Feathercloud. Thank you for sitting here with me. I admire your strength, you know." She smiled. Had the heartache subsided? No, but she felt as if she had another sister all of a sudden—someone to share the experience with.
Someone who understood.
The theatrical feline uttered a soft sigh, half with relief, half with exhaustion. "Oh it's no wonder Sprucefur likes you. You're good company, Feathercloud."
Appleshade's eyes, which had previously been closed as she drew in a collective breath to steady her messy downpour of emotions, snapped open. Oh, no. Oh dear oh no I made a mistake!
With a frazzled, high laugh, Appleshade sprang to her paws. "Oh—Ah, don't take what I said too seriously—well you can, if you like him back, of course, I just meant that—Oh StarClan, please don't tell him I told you!" Her voice rose into a soft wail, apology in that single note. "I wasn't supposed to!"
Oh Sprucefur I'm so sorry! it just came out! Great, now she was being a terrible blabbermouth of a sister! Appleshade stared helplessly at the other she-cat, awaiting a reaction.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Aug 31, 2016 19:01:17 GMT -5
A feathery, silver tailed curled slightly as a small laugh escaped it's owner's maw. Icy blue eyes drifted toward Appleshade, relieved to know that she must have said something right. That was the only explanation she could think of to account for her friend agreeing with her. Tipping her head slightly and accepting the feel of Appleshare's tongue rasping over her ear, Feathercloud offered the older she-cat an appreciative purr. Even if it still felt strange, thinking ill of Ironpaw even in a small dose, she appreciated the sentiment offered by her friend. She's hurting, and she means well. She reminded herself.
At the mention of strength, Feathercloud gave a little shake of her head, air streaming from her mouth in a gentle sigh. She wasn't sure she agreed with Appleshade there. It was rare Feathercloud felt strong in recent moons. Just putting one paw in front of the other seemed to sap all her energy; it really was sad, especially knowing she had an apprentice to train now, one that needed her help. Helping someone when you couldn't even help yourself... It was like her heart was breaking all over again. Guess I'll just have to find a way to help myself.
It was like a silent promise to herself; she could do this, if only for Sparrowpaw's sake. Her jaw's opened as she prepared to speak, to say something to the effect of 'You never have to thank me for being here for you; I like to think you would do the same for me. What else are friends for?' when Appleshade cut in, continuing on with words she found to be rather normal. She's assumed Appleshade had been referring to the fact Feathercloud and Sprucefur were friends. And then the other she-cat laughed a high-pitched, nervous laugh that threw the silver TreeClanner for a loop.
Blue eyes blinked at her friend, confusion flickering through them before realization had a chance to trickle in. As it settled though... To say Feathercloud was taken by surprise would be the understatement of the century. Of all the words in her vocabulary, only one seemed to convey her current mood. What. Straightening suddenly, she scrambled to find any response that might have been acceptable in the current situation. Her best solution? To laugh just as high and just as loudly, before ducking behind her tail as though that would shield her embarrassment.
What was that?! She screamed inwardly, all too aware of the way her heart hammered against her ribcage. Did she mean- But how could she- Did he tell Appleshade he felt that way? But why didn't he ever say anything to me? The roar of her own voice in her head was all consuming, bordering on panic as she searched desperately for some kind of normal response. Clearing her throat (probably more loudly than needed), she dropped her tail away from her face to meet Appleshare's gaze. Still laughing a little awkwardly, she shrugged her shoulders in a pathetic attempt at nonchalance.
Did he really feel that way about her? Did she feel that way about him? Had she ever seen him as more than just... A friend? "Well he uh... He's been a really, really great friend since Ironpaw took off... Sprucefur found me in the woods that day, did he ever tell you that? I must have been a mess; newly named a warrior, and I'm off sulking somewhere. I could only imagine what he thought of me that day, and you can bet your tail fur I was thinking the worst!" Yes, she was painfully aware that she was now rambling.
Forcing herself to stop talking with an audible snap of her teeth, she coughed slightly before stealing a glance at Appleshade. "I... I won't tell him you said that. Promise." She mewed softly. Feathercloud's own words hung heavy above her head. He had been so good to her since Ironpaw's departure. He'd been a better friend than she'd probably deserved, if she was honest... Had she been stupid not to see it for what it really was? Or had she not wanted to see it? And now that she did see it, now that she thought about how she felt...
Was she too late?
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Post by Fawn on Sept 2, 2016 19:43:14 GMT -5
45 Moons. Senior Warrior. TreeClan. Single~ Appleshade knew shock when she saw it—and she especially knew shock when Feathercloud was trying her best to pretend she wasn't. Appleshade's stomach dropped, knocked clean out of her body by the stone of guilt settling tightly into her midsection. "Oh, please don't! He'll be so mad at me!" And never trust me with another secret ever again. She was usually so much better at this. She was usually such a great confidante, and the sorrel feline had always prided herself on being able to keep her mouth shut whenever she was privvy to private thoughts and secret longings of others.
This is what happens when you're emotionally compromised! You accidentally turn into a burbling brook, unable to stop talking, even if you wanted to. Appleshade wore a smile that was uneasy with apology, glancing at Feathercloud with a question hovering on the tip of her tongue like a frenzied bee.
"Do... Do you have any feelings for him? Past friendship, I mean." Appleshade's heart bounced around her throat, and she momentarily forgot her own pain in the face of possibly finding out that so many of her brother's fears were fer naught. "It's okay if you don't," said Appleshade quickly. "I was just curious! And I really won't say anything to Sprucefur. I promise. I really mean it this time."
Oh StarClan, I need to get a hold of myself!
Ironically, her grevious error was enough of a distraction to pull the social feline off the topic of Whiteclaw, to get her thoughts focused on something other than herself.
Still picturing the inevitable backlash from Sprucefur, if he ever did learn that she played a role in Feathercloud knowing how he truly felt about her, Appleshade had to concentrate on not letting her legs buckle. She was not afraid that Sprucefur would yell at her; he wasn't that kind of brother.
Sprucefur was the kind of brother who closed up if he was hurt; he detached himself from the situation and from others, if they caused him pain. It was why he never spoke to Lionstar, not unless their different ranks demanded it. Appleshade didn't know if she could bear that kind of coldness from him. To shut her out was... That was worse than being rejected by some silly tom who didn't believe in her.
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 4, 2016 22:36:30 GMT -5
The question Appleshade posed then was quite possibly the most difficult she'd encountered in her thirty-seven moons of existence. Staring at the other she-cat with her wide blue eyes, all previous embarrassment was entirely forgotten in a wave of shock. To be asked something like that when Feathercloud herself didn't even know the answer.. She felt as though the sun had suddenly turned its attention solely on her, shining all its light down to the silvery she-cat and in turn pulling everyone's attention on her. Despite the fact Appleshade was the only one in the area, the weight of the question still pressed upon her shoulders.
Swallowing hard, Feathercloud looked down at her paws. Needle-point claws slid into the ground as she began to tear up blades of grass, a small pile forming between her silver forepaws. Time seemed to race by all of a sudden, her silence stretching out longer than she'd meant to. With a twitch of her tail tip, her shoulders simply collapsed as all the air was driven from her lungs, the sigh rustling a few flowers nearby. All the information she'd learn, all the emotions she'd felt crashing into one another... It left her exhausted.
"I... I don't know if I do, Appleshade. I don't know if I've let myself know. I'm here, trying to convey to you the message that 'there are other toms out there, you are beautiful and you will heal'.... But the truth?" She glanced over at the other she-cat, a strange mix of worry and confusion painting her bright blue eyes. "After my parents, after Ironpaw? I closed myself off. Told myself it wasn't worth the pain, and that I didn't... Need to feel that again. I told myself friends would be enough." A harsh sound left her, caught somewhere between a laugh and a snort.
"But after Ironpaw, it was your brother who found me bedraggled by the Sparkling Brook. And he walked through it with me, as a friend. Or.. I guess he was playing the 'just friend' part, wasn't he? I was too busy trying to pretend I was okay to notice..." Her voice dropped to a whisper then, the silver tabby shaking her head slowly. "StarClan, no wonder he's been avoiding me..." He must have had enough of being just a friend. Her muzzle tipped down toward the ground as her blue eyes closed, the warrioress looking a little on the defeated side.
"But to answer your question... I don't know... Maybe?" A pause. "I... I'm scared of finding out." She admitted bleakly.
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Post by Fawn on Sept 5, 2016 23:27:16 GMT -5
46 Moons. Senior Warrior. TreeClan. Single~ I know why he's been avoiding you! It took every ounce of self control Appleshade could muster not to blurt out any more of her brother's secrets. He had trusted her with his feelings, and so far she had down a messy job of keeping them underwraps. "Don't be scared, Feathercloud," she mewed softly, her expression warming into one of support and reassurance, though her eyes were still red-rimmed. "Even if the answer to that question is 'no', Sprucefur will still be your friend. If I know my brother as well as I think I do, then he doesn't turn his back on his friends. Not permanently, anyway... Er..." She was doing a poor job of sounding supportive.
Right, better to just stop mentioning Sprucefur entirely. Appleshade draped her tail softly over Feathercloud's shoulders, as close to a hug as a feline could manage, sitting close so that their pelts brushed. "Maybe we should both take your message to heart? There are other toms out there. If you can do it, I can do it. If I can do it, you can do it."
Her voice was strong with determination, finding it easier to think positively when her happiness was now linked with Feathercloud's. She could easily succumb to her own misery, but allow her friend to be unhappy? To have no hope? Appleshade could not and would not stand for that. Her resolve was slowly knitting itself back together, though nipping teeth of self-doubt threatened to unravel all of her progress.
Fighting it off, she added one more thing, latching on to Feathercloud's fears of getting hurt again. Trying to open one's heart up to love after it had already been bruised was... difficult. "I think you can do it, Feathercloud. You are brave, and the answer might not be so scary after all."
Feathercloud wanted to be happy. To be loved. Appleshade could see that in the she-cat's posture as clear as the sparkling brook. What feline didn't want those things? Feathercloud had been closing herself off for so long... Appleshade had taken the plunge and been rewarded with rejection, so perhaps she wasn't the best cat to be encouraging this sort of thing but...
Sprucefur loves her, for StarClan's sake. That tom would follow her to Silverpelt and back, race through the whole forest if she called his name. There was love there, of that Appleshade knew she wasn't mistaken. This wasn't so much a leap of faith for Feathercloud, hoping that she would not be rejected, this was a... soul-search.
To see if there were any feelings in her heart for him in return.
Appleshade believed that there were. Maybe this was her fatal flaw, believing in thinigs so hard she thought they would come true, but the pretty feline couldn't help it. Love was her favorite thing. If they didn't have that, then wouldn't life just be meaningless?
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Post by BlooRey DVD on Sept 10, 2016 15:55:51 GMT -5
Blue eyes searched Appleshade's gaze for a long moment, thoughtfulness creeping into her previously defeated stare. Always having been the stubborn, loud friend, it was strange (albeit not in a bad way) to have a friend equally as vocal, equally as outgoing as she was. It was... Reassuring, not having to always be the strong one, the one who pointed off in one direction and could say with conviction that that is where they should be going. The silver TreeClan she-cat felt herself relax, the tension in her shoulders slowly easing with the comforting weight of Appleshade's tail draped over her.
We can do it together. She liked the sound of that. It made everything feel less... Scary. Nodding her head softly to begin, she continued mulling the thought over in her mind. Soon enough, she found the same determination Appleshade had carried in her voice reflected in the inclination of her head. "Deal. We can both do this. Together." Smiling to her friend, she shifted her weight to nudged the other feline with a shoulder. Sparkling blue eyes drifted to the meadow sprawling before them, taking in the seemingly endless stream of flowers. Pondering the overcast sky, she found an easy grin spreading over her face.
"We're kinda like this meadow, Appleshade. We're experiencing a bit of a dark patch, a bit of gloom and rain. But just because the sun's not shining down on us... Doesn't mean we aren't absolutely amazing." Winking at the pale-furred she-cat, she couldn't help but giggle at her own joke. She still felt worry clinging to her heart, dread revolving around Sprucefur's past feelings for her and his current avoidance of her. But... it was admittedly a whole lot easier to bear when she knew there was someone ready to stand beside her.
Glancing one last time at the flowers rustling in the gentle breeze, Feathercloud rose to her paws and nudged her friend's shoulder. "Come on. You cried today, which is very important Clan work. And me, of all cats me! I pretty much fell out of a tree. I'd say we've done enough work for TreeClan today, hm? What do you say we head back to camp and spend some good old fashioned she-cat time together? No talk of toms, no wistful sighs. We can even grab a couple of our friends and just talk nonsense." As she led her friend away from the clearing, headed back toward the place they both called home, she threw the other she-cat one last grin.
"Together."
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