The thought had come to them with a whirl of surprise. Mirepurr is no stranger to how easy things tend to feel when they walk beside Needledrift; the two of them have known one another for what Mirepurr thinks is their entire life so far, and that, miraculously, has not changed even after her injury. The way she sticks to the shadows nowadays is not lost on them... but somehow they manage coax her out of it with a well-placed comment and a smile.
ShadowClan's marsh is quiet around them. Mirepurr had specifically chosen the dead of night for this—everything feels so much more peaceful when most of the world is asleep.
The needle-strewn floor rustles softly underneath their paws. None of the pine trees surrounding them look any more naked; that is one advantage, they think, over the other Clans with trees that succumb to leaf-bare's bite. Muted greenery gradually opens up before them, like the territory is beckoning them with a sense of urgency, and soon enough...
ShadowClan's marsh is quiet around them. Mirepurr had specifically chosen the dead of night for this—everything feels so much more peaceful when most of the world is asleep.
"This is nice,"
Mirepurr murmurs, glancing at Needledrift with the eagerness to know her stance on this, too. "When was the last time we had a simple walk like this?"
It sours them to know that they cannot recall- even though they can pinpoint the exact second that everything changed. When the Colony's days became a whirlwind of tension and fear. When staying alive became an actual priority to care about, instead of simply taking it day by day.The needle-strewn floor rustles softly underneath their paws. None of the pine trees surrounding them look any more naked; that is one advantage, they think, over the other Clans with trees that succumb to leaf-bare's bite. Muted greenery gradually opens up before them, like the territory is beckoning them with a sense of urgency, and soon enough...
"Oh, Needle! Look!"
Mirepurr's voice is kept low; as low as possible, anyway, when their heart stutters with awe and wonder. A clearing gapes before them—from the safety of the treeline, Needledrift and Mirepurr can watch a show of light unfold before them without having to worry about interrupting. Mirepurr's jaw hangs agape, eyes tracking one firefly and then the next, each one appearing more luminous against the darkness.