fresh ideas [tagged] Mar 4, 2021 18:38:56 GMT -6
Post by rain on Mar 4, 2021 18:38:56 GMT -6
Fallenfire let her dull gaze drift silently over the rippling water, petite paws perched delicately on the rim of the creek. The waterfall that accompanied her to her right seem as alive as ever, consistently showering her with droplets that the white she-cat failed to acknowledge. Quite the achievement considering the right side of her body was beginning to dampen after spending so much time in this one spot.
To be honest, Fallenfire was feeling a little alone. The molly wasn't the type to crave companionship. But she was no loner, either. She enjoyed the laughs, the jokes, the perspectives. But she always had solid friends as well. Friends that filled holes not even a hundred cats could fill.
But it felt like everyone was moving forward, while she stayed in place. Sleetwing was spending a lot of time with Mothfern, their courtship too obvious, while Blazingstorm seemed either too down due to his brother's death, or was occupying his time with Cinderfeather. Fallenfire didn't know whether to feel justifiably jealous of her position or betrayed, but either way, she was definitely trying to fight back these toxic feelings over her own demise.
Fallenfire's ears pricked suddenly as movement disturbed her mediation. Redwoodclan scent filled her nostrils. Fallenfire had to bite back a hiss at herself. How did she let this scent linger so close? To be honest, she didn't expect company, especially since she peacefully resided on her side of the border. On top of that, she wasn't exactly trained to find Redwoodclan smell to be entirely threatening. Was there a few bad apples in that soft hearted clan, preparing to meet her with claws and fangs?
“Get outta here, I'm meditating."