Originally Posted by king kaleb!
it wasnt the same. of course life went on. kits were born, cats went on patrols, others rebuilt dens. but it never sat right. it seemed things were clearing up for shadowclan, afterall, they had had a rough few moons. the sun still rose and fell everyday, the seasons still changed. life went on, but daydream couldnt.
a constant reminder of what they went through-the scar on their head from where they fell down the mud slide. they could remember it clearly. the mudslide. the top. falling. the thunder.the rock that had hit their head. water filling their lungs. cricketpaw.cricketpaw...she had saved them. their dead best friend, of all cats, had saved them. they hadnt seen her since, and daydream had never felt more lonely. but of course, life was breathed into their lungs thanks to the past medicine cat, geckoleaf. a pang of guilt swelled in their chest at the thought of her, too. the only cat that had given them the feeling of what it was like to have a mother, to have someone truly love you unconditionally, was gone. it stung. they didnt even get to say goodbye.
they had no talked about it, instead growing rather cold to most. it felt as if they had lost everything as quickly as it appeared in their life. so they would busy themself with work, put their patients first instead of treating their self. long scars around their neck only showed that fact. they looked tired, as if it were a chore to put one pawstep infront of another, but they did anyway. they still got up in the morning, and healed. they did their job, after all, thats all their purpose was, right?
they slipped out of their den, a prison. one that they barely left now a days. they still had many more to treat, many still with injuries. they could only treat so much with what limited herbs they had. they wanted to do more, to be more. they let the crisp air fill their bony lungs. they were planning to sun bathe, a way they got energy besides sleeping, seeing as they couldnt in the first place. it was overwhelming. but a cat caught their eye. the same molly they had helped, more like dragged up the mudslide in their runs.
they could remember how resistant she was;emotionless during the whole things. daydream knew if they had not been there she would her let herself go,to die. she had not seen them since the flood. they furrowed their brows at that,simply for the fact she could've had injuries, and from analyzing her they could tell the flood took a toll on her mentally. they knew it too well because they were living through it, too. slowly, they started walking in her direction.[/FONT][/CENTER]
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