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Originally Posted by Moonfang
{ @ Nighty }
The burnt reddish-brown Somali ran in happily, mice in jaws, mostly because she was finally off her patrol and she had free time. She padded around and looked everywhere, and she finally saw who she was looking for, however the Abyssinian tom was asleep and she purred playfully, dropping into a crouch before she pounced and landed on him, and pawed him, making sure to be careful around his leg. "Wake up call!" she called as she did and purred. "I brought some mice for breakfast." she purred, not too loud, but loud enough to wake him, besides the fact she had just jumped on him. She purred and nuzzled him, and then stood up and padded to the nest next to his, and layed down, looking at him. Her soft yellow eyes spilled out a hyper gaze and loving stare, her tail flicked happily and her purr was warm and welcoming. Her burnt, reddish-brown pelt was slightly ruffled from her patrolling and hunting. She loved messing with the tom, mostly because she loved the tom in general. Cliffheart and her had been friends for a while, and mates for a few days, and they have been spending a lot of time together. She didn't know when the last time he ate was, even though his leg has been better Ebonypaw has been trying to make sure it heals more before he is able to fully free roam (besides the day they took their stroll in the territory), again. She nuzzled one of the mice towards him and smiled. "Hungry?" she asked, a warm smile across her maw. |
Cliffheart was sleeping peacefully. He was dreaming calmly about being perfectly abled. No injured or twisted leg, mate by his side, on a hunt through the territory and hindered by absolutely nothing. As the two split up, Cliffheart engaged in a chase with a hare. He bolted after it, exhilaration pumping through him. He leaped for the kill, when a tree popped out of nowhere and he crashed right into it. After standing up, dizzy with the impact, he found himself not able to stand. Looking down, he saw that not one, but all four of his paws were twisted and sprained. Panicking, he yowled out for help, but no one came to his aid. Not even Scorchedpetal, who he knew was near by. When she did show up, she seemed different, a cold gaze etched on her face. "Now you're worse than before. I can't love someone who is damaged like you." She spat at him. Horrified, Cliffheart jolted awake by the heavy weight that crushed his chest.
As Cliffheart jolted awake, his chest heaving, memories and images of the nightmare still vivid in his mind. He gazed around wildly, confused for a moment of where he was. His gaze landed on Scorchedpetal, and from the recent dream, he jerked away in fear. He quickly regretted it, realizing what was going on. A soft smile grew on his maw and he nuzzled the reddish she cat. He purred, but didn't take the offer on the mouse. "Thanks, but I'm not hungry right now." He said, his voice flat and dull. The dream had been so nice at first, just he and his mate having a hunt together, but he had screwed up and ended up worse than ever, and Scorchedpetal had hated him for it. Sure it was a nightmare, but he couldn't help but think, What if?