Her excursion with Roostertuft left her head clearer, and finally, finally she had been able to get some sleep without the spray of blood haunting the space behind her eyelids... But the sun splits the sky sooner than she would have liked it to. She rouses from her sleep, an eye cracking open in exhaustion as she rolls from her nest, blearily looking around at the others around her. Not a lot of other cats are awake, yet, but she does spot a few empty nests. Her lips turn down for a moment, head rising to look at the sky overhead. Streaks of pink and orange cascade across the sky, but it seems... later than she normally wakes up. "Mmm..." she hums, sitting upwards and blinking. Her eyes catch on too familiar tortie fur, and for a second, her world slows, and... And it's nice.
She watches the steady rise and fall of his chest for just a moment. As much as she would have been content to share another quiet moment with him, she knows that she had something to do today that outweighs that... That would always outweigh that. She shakes her head to clear the last bit of sleep from her brain. I plan to make sure shes okay in the morning, she remembers saying, and its a promise she intends to keep. She picks around the sleeping bodies on gentle paws and they carry her straight towards a den, the den her sister resides in.
"Hey, buttercup... You awake?" she half-whispers in to the mouth of the medicine den, her eyes trying to adjust to the sudden dim light within. The morning sunlight from the outside warms her pelt but she cannot help the climbing freeze of dread that frosts up from her paws to her chest. "Do you-" want to go on an adventure, she swallows hard. Shes not sure why shes nervous. Is it the fear of rejection from a cat that she loves more than she loved herself? Is it the fear that she wasn't okay...? She cannot bare to bring up what they had once done, in what felt so, so long ago. "Can I come in, buttercup?" is what she settles on, short, sweet. She just wants to see her face, know that shes at least physically alright.
She watches the steady rise and fall of his chest for just a moment. As much as she would have been content to share another quiet moment with him, she knows that she had something to do today that outweighs that... That would always outweigh that. She shakes her head to clear the last bit of sleep from her brain. I plan to make sure shes okay in the morning, she remembers saying, and its a promise she intends to keep. She picks around the sleeping bodies on gentle paws and they carry her straight towards a den, the den her sister resides in.
"Hey, buttercup... You awake?" she half-whispers in to the mouth of the medicine den, her eyes trying to adjust to the sudden dim light within. The morning sunlight from the outside warms her pelt but she cannot help the climbing freeze of dread that frosts up from her paws to her chest. "Do you-" want to go on an adventure, she swallows hard. Shes not sure why shes nervous. Is it the fear of rejection from a cat that she loves more than she loved herself? Is it the fear that she wasn't okay...? She cannot bare to bring up what they had once done, in what felt so, so long ago. "Can I come in, buttercup?" is what she settles on, short, sweet. She just wants to see her face, know that shes at least physically alright.
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@Meadowpaw
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NUTMEGPURR ♡
( gale guard of windclan )❥ a tall cinnamon tortie with curled ears & pink-brown eyes; well-muscled & fluffy
❥ mentoring pebblepaw
❥ sister to meadowpaw & peafowlpaw; reluctantly interested in roostertuft
❥ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
❥ penned by chuff
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