[oats]

Originally Posted by woly

the battle had been bloody.
lionsroar could still feel the claws in his fur, the screeching of battle all around him. it wasnt anything new, being on the battle field, of course. he had always been rather hot headed when it came to things. but there was one thing that kept him going--his love, mothcloud. he felt guilty clawing at windclan cats,seeing moths face in everyone of them. it sucked ass, this whole rivalry thing. it hadnt even been a full 24 hours after the battle and the first place he had come was here, a sacrate heaven. it was a place just for them, a place away from the real world with rules and expectations. a moment where they could be happy. he could feel his heart beat faster. walking, he let the grass grow thinner under his paws, going from thick plush grass to the skinny threads of the moor. deep orange eyes looked around, only dashing forward when hearing his name. called just for him. his body ached, herbs plastered to the sides of his body from seeing wheatfur, little nicks and tufts of fur ripped out in certain spots. but it was okay, he would survive. letting the cool moor air fill his nose he felt more at home then thunderclan had ever let him, seeing his familiar dainty lover, pouncing on him with a smile,¨love!¨

he knew it had been, from stories brought on the backs of scarred warriors and apprentices alike. fear reverberated from each and every one of their tales, sending the hairs of mothcloud’s pelt alight-- real bodies had littered that sacred ground. the very thought sent a shudder down his spine, but he purred thickly at the sound of lionsroar’s voice.

taken by surprise, though, he was easily battered by the huge tom’s broad paws. grinning stupidly, mothcloud mewed, “aah, hello!” though it was somewhat chilly, the warmth of lionsroar’s thick fur seeped into him with little-to no effort.