Private Medicine Cat's Den to sleep, perchance to dream // chrysalisgaze

[Acornheart!]

ACORNHEART
HE/HIM
32 MOONS
SKYCLAN WARRIOR
SPEECH |

THOUGHTS

| LUCIDITY

PENNED BY PLOT

Acornheart was fading in and out of sleep. Everything ached, though it seemed Swallowpaw had been taking pretty decent care of him in the hours since his collapse. He'd been too disoriented to know if anyone else had visited or if anyone else was here in the den with him, but now that he was in a slow moment of waking, he took in his surroundings.

He was in... a log, it seemed like. It smelled heavily of herbs, and it looked like he wasn't alone.

Was that... Chrysalisgaze? He purred, tilting his head for a better look at his friend. At this angle, he couldn't quite see what injury had brought her here, so he tried clearing his sore throat, mewing to her.

"Chrys? That you?" he managed, voice scratchy and raw. Ow.

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OOC: tagging @Chrysalisgaze

 

[Chrysalisgaze]

♡

𓆦 𖢥 𓆨 𓆣 𐀔 Chrysalisgaze 𐀔 𓆣 𓆨 𖢥 𓆦

Chrysalisgaze shivered in her sleep - ever since the battle, she couldn't shake the coldness out of her pelt. She must have lost a lot of blood...
A soft purr woke her from her slumber, a voice hoarse, almost like hers, familiar yet unknown. It spoke her name. Chrysalisgaze lifted her head, painfully turning it around at her new denmate. That brown tabby pelt... she knew she recognised it, from a time long ago. But it hasn't actually been that long, has it? A pelt she thought she'd never see again, those green eyes... Could it be?
Acornheart?
She wanted to rejoice, to ask him what had happened in the seasons they haven't seen each other, how he got here. She wanted to tell him about her own family, her kits, all the news of the other clans. She wanted to say so much, yet she had no voice. Her eyes welled with tears of joy and she tried to purr, but even that caused her immense amounts of pain and so she just lowered her head towards him and bumped her forehead to his, wrapping her tail around him.
This was the cat she grew up around, one of the cats she had been the closest with, confided in and cried with. The one she loved as her own brother and she couldn't even say his name. What a tragic turn of events, to be reunited with one she thought she lost for good, with no voice to tell him she loved him. No voice to tell him everything would be okay. All she could do was lay with him, in silence, unable to express her feelings.

 

[Acornheart!]

ACORNHEART
HE/HIM
32 MOONS
SKYCLAN WARRIOR
SPEECH |

THOUGHTS

| LUCIDITY

PENNED BY PLOT

His eyes widened at the sight of Chrysalisgaze's neck wound, his heart aching for his dear friend. The first cat who'd made him feel comfortable in his own pelt. There was no way the warrior would be able to speak to him with such a wound, and honestly he wasn't much better. Talking in his dreams didn't use the muscles in his throat.

Talking in dreams...

He'd not tried it since meeting with his father, but he knew that... something had changed since then. He tightened his tail with hers, leaning his head against hers.

"Don't worry about trying to speak, Chrys." He spoke low, reassuring. "Just rest, okay? I'll speak with you soon." He closed his eyes, still bone-tired from, well, everything. It wasn't long before he fell asleep, head pressed with hers.

And woke up at the gorge, overlooking the former camp. He sat, waiting for Chrysalisgaze to join him.

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[Chrysalisgaze]

♡

𓆦 𖢥 𓆨 𓆣 𐀔 Chrysalisgaze 𐀔 𓆣 𓆨 𖢥 𓆦

Chrysalisgaze's soul ached at the state of the two of them, reunited after so many moons apart, yet unable to speak. What did Acornheart mean, they'll speak again soon?
He closed his eyes and soon his breathinig steadied, but Chrysalisgaze wasn't able to rest just yet, the pain in her heart and in her wounds too strong. She looked at her dear friend, at his sorry state, wounded and famished - what all must he have gone through? She nuzzled against his pelt and finally closed her eyes.
The past few nights she has dreamt of the Fourtrees border, of the mud- and shadow-cloaked warrior attacking her unsuspecting, knocking her down, throwing her back against the ground. Piercing her flesh and snarling in her ears. No matter how hard she tried, her dreams brought no comfort and no hints as to the identity of her attacker, their form always hazy, blurred.
But tonight, Chrysalisgaze appeared in SkyClan's former territory, the sun just above the horizon. She watched with sorrow as it illuminated the camp she had grown up in, though it lay empty, deserted. The last time she had managed to glance at this place, it was overrun by rodents, threatening to wipe the clan. It looked... peaceful now.
When a tail brushed againts her coat, she finally noticed Acornheart, sitting next to her. She purred, then stopped herself - but was met with no pain. "Acorn...-" she tried. No rasp, no pain shooting up her throat. How was that possible? "What's going on?" she asked quietly, still aware of the fact that she shouldn't be speaking, needing to preserve her throat. And yet, there was no Swallowbreeze to scold her and no painful reminder of what she knew was to be true. It was as if she had healed overnight.