((This is the first time I've had a few free hours since I left for camp. x.x Someone kill me now. I spent all summer without internet access except for a couple of times when I stole it. (Shh, don't tell.) Then I started school three weeks earlier than everyone else in the county because I moved to a new school that was supposed to be better than the awful hole where I live. It kind of is, but mostly it just has a bigger workload. *Groan* Anyway, I read, so I think I know what's going on. I'll post something now, but if someone could tell me what they want me to post, I will get right on that.
PS: It's great to know you're still alive, Rose! And I know it's my fault I haven't heard from you sooner.))
~AirClan~
Ashfeather lowered herself slowly down in a patch of semi-long grass, slightly out of the way of the campsite. She was tired. But that was too vague. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. All night she had lied awake, waiting for some sign that Nightfeather would recover. The injured tom had come to only twice, and both times all he did was blink and ask for water before settling back into a pain-filled slumber. His eyes, when open, were empty and unfocused, unable to meet the tear-filled ones of the she-cat who was tending to him. Once the sun had come up, Ashwhisker had told her he would take over. She had tried to sleep, but every time she shut her eyes she saw the imprint of her love's wide, staring, blank ones. It haunted her.
The silver cat set her head down on her paws and let a few weary tears fall on her fur. Her eyes hurt from over-use, but she could not bear to close them for very long. Gentle footsteps bent the grass in front of the she-cat's face until she found herself staring at a pair of feet much darker in color than her own.
"What's wrong, Ashfeather?" Stormcall mewed softly. When the cat at his feet could not answer, he smiled gently and settled down beside her, his pelt lending her warmth and comfort. Ashfeather was grateful for the company of a friend, and she leaned her head on the tom's shoulder. He stroked the top of her head with his tongue for a while, and finally stopped to rest his chin on her neck.
"We're up the same tree," he meowed thoughtfully. "Both with loved ones in the medicine den. I don't know if Dawnsinger will ever get better." Ashfeather's heart panged at the somber hopelessness in his voice. "I'm sure you feel the same way about Nightfeather." The she-cat bit back rushing tears and quickly buried her face in Stormcall's thick chest fur. He chuckled once or twice at her violent reaction, but he settled his tail over her back for added comfort. "Everything will be alright," he murmured softly. And Ashfeather fell fast asleep.
(Okay, so I haven't the slightest idea how to be useful. *out of practice face* But I wrote some random pretty fluff.
For the sake of this roleplay, tell your leader what to do! Dx)
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