[Doom]

@~Northern_Lights~ | @Empress Of Evil | @Charmer | @~Warriorsfan101~

A million different thoughts were haunting Dawnfrost's mind since the battle. Her heart pounded as if the war were still going on, and the horrible fight between her and that RiverClanner never left her memory. If there was anything more she feared in this cruel world, it was pain. Physically real pain. And while she did get physically hurt in battle, the thought of RiverClan's pain is what hurt her the most. They were driven out of their own home and Dawnfrost helped. She hated being apart of something so horrid, so wrong, so disgusting. Fighting lead to nowhere in her opinion. All it did was lead to more problems. The day Auroraflame asked her to meet as a Peacemaker was the first sign of hope she witnessed since the war. The fact that there were others like her who agreed this whole thing was stupid comforted Dawnfrost - especially hearing Owlflame was apart of it. A headache crept its way into her skull at the thought of her name. Seeing such a good cat like her in pain was unacceptable, for she deserved everything but a war. Part of her was surprised how confident she was around Owlflame, especially in her worst environment. She'd grown fond of the silvery feline, thinking more and more of her every day. She almost felt guilty for thinking of her so much at such a horrible time. Should she be more focused on the situation at hand? Dawnfrost sighed, shaking her headache away. Everything felt so overwhelming lately. It was unlike her to be so perplexed and sick.

When Dawnfrost finally reached the location, she was surprised to see most of the party already here. Her blue gaze rested at the sight of Owlflame as she instinctively padded toward her. “Good evening, my dear.” She purred, returning to her lively and sarcastic self. “Fancy seeing you here.” Dawnfrost took a seat beside the large silvery she-cat, curling her tail politely over her paws. She dipped her head toward the other two felines, remembering her manners. Shinefang seemed concerned about Owlflame's injury, and she couldn't blame him. Dawnfrost tried not to look at her friend's wound, feeling sick at the sight of it. It wasn't fair she got hurt. Dawnfrost felt she should be the one with the terrible injury, but no, all she got was a lousy ripped ear. Irritation burned in Dawnfrost's chest, slightly puffing out her umber fur. She calmly groomed her chest, trying to hide how uneasy she was. The bengal she-cat quickly scanned the familiar territory. Her ears dropped slightly at the thought of getting caught. These meetings were in secrecy, after all. If Grousestar found out it could mean bad news for everyone. Stress managed to return her headache, but the SkyClan warrior tried her best to ignore it and keep her natural elegance.