[Lawlipop]

Originally Posted by starfall

[yES and I love how you put 'Icey eyed fluffball' that's beaut, If fallen heard that he would have just let out an offended chirping noise]

The battle was over, Thunderclan had won, Windclan had retreated. He wouldn't say Thunderclan and Riverclan had won, after all, his clan was just an accessory, a back-up, the main fight was between Thunderclan and Windclan, honestly, all the ebony tom did was pick a side. He was happy though, they had gotten out of that battle with minimal casualties, in fact, practically none, it was successful, he himself had expected to loose a life, but he only got minor scratches. Though they were small, they still stung, as though someone was poking the superficial wounds every few seconds, but of course, he could deal with that pain, after all, it was next to nothing compared to what he was going through with his mental stability. He knew he was breaking, he was falling apart quickly, every little thing angered him to the point of where, in order to get rid of it, he would think of killing to make it go away, to make it stop. The old 'him' would have, he would have already slaughtered half his clanmates, just because he believed them to be traitors and or hungry to control the clan, and now he was in that very position, he had become the very thing he strived to avoid. Everytime he heard a clanmate call his name, it made him want to gag, everytime he walked into his den, he wanted to rip it to shreds, he wanted, he wasn't sure what he wanted, but he wanted the unbarable pain to go away, the constant screeching in his head, the constant ripping of his soul, he was slowly growing numb to his own emotions, and to his morals. He felt weak, the fact that he was falling apart was because she wasn't here beside him, she wasn't here for him to chase after, she wasn't here pushing him away from battles, she wasn't here, she just wasn't here, and he depended on her so, so much that it was terrifying. It made him realize that love was a scary thing to have.

Fallenstar strode into the clearing, ignoring the slight sting of his wounds, his head held at a regular height, a serious, yet pained look plastered on his face. But if felines asked why he looked so hurt, other's would state that they didn't know, he's just always had that 'look' and it was true. The tom rarely smiled, really, primarily around his remaining family, and only around two other mollies, Honeypool and Lightstream. Once he stepped out of the glare of the sun, he spotted an equally bright pelt, a calming ember, and a sweet scent wafted into his nose, the scent of unknown lands, flowers, and honey. He stopped completely, his eyes widened, ice blue optics flickered with surprise, hope, and so much more that he couldn't even fathom into words. For a moment, he was beyond happy, she was back, it was her, but, it also could have been his deputy, Daisyshade, she had an equally warm ginger pelt, but the second she turned, the second he could see her eyes, it clicked. 'It's her.' She was the only one who had such warm, inviting, hypnotizing eyes that held so much in them. The tom took a single step forward, than another one, and after the first few he was practically running towards the warrior, his burly figure nothing but a ebony blurr to onlookers. He stopped a few mouse lengths away from the molly and looked at her, looked her over, drank in her scent, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming, just to make sure it was really her. Once it registered the tom flattened his ears and let out a choking noise. So much pressure, so much stress, so much self-hatred, vanished instantly lapis hues met Honey optics, and it was a welcome feeling, and it made itself known by forming into a liquid and rolling down his cheeks, making soft 'papping' noises on the ground beneath his paws.

"You idiot, you missed the Dawn patrol."

(( w0W Fallen, I’m gone for months and you calling me names. You such a meanie <3 ))
It didn’t take long for her to find the cat she was searching. She had found him. Or rather, he found her. The sound of someone rushing at her made her hair rise on edge and whirl around, but seeing the source of it relaxed her. He ran over to her, stopping shortly to where she was. And they stood there for a while, no one saying a word. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something but swallowed the words back down her throat. They just stood, taking in each other.

Then suddenly, something within him breaks and brings him back into the now, out of his trance. He was crying. Seeing him like this, it broke her out her own trance as her eyes shone with concern over him. She looked around, wondering if anyone was watching the encounter and a tinge of embarrassment was singing her chest. What was she supposed to do? She slightly raised her paw, but remained where she was. She wanted to step closer, dry his tears. Whatever he was dealing with a the moment, she wanted it gone. But yet, his first words to her after her disappearance, made her desires to comfort him made her a bit hesitant. She was late for the Dawn Patrol. How ironically funny. The first she does when she arrives is check whether she had a place to sleep for the night or not, and the first thing he says, is that she’s late for the dawn patrol. Her concerned feelings didn’t change, but his statement made her chuckle quietly. Which made her feel even worse for laughing in front of this crying Tom.

She looked up at his blue eyes, their glare was cold enough to pierce a cat in two. He held a different presence around him than before. She didn’t know what it was, but she could tell, something has changed. She parts her lips, responding to his words, talking as if she had merely overslept and wasn’t gone for forever “Yes, I’ve had to take some time to contemplate on certain things in my life.” She mewed, looking down to her paws shyly before raising her head back up to look at him. “Better late than never, right? I’m here now.” She was here to help, not to scamper away from his eyesight and fear of the information he held before. He had changed and so had she. “I’ll make it up later.”