ShadowClan Life Before Destruction

[Charmer]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

at the sight of the rodent their stomach suddenly felt so, so empty. they couldn't remember when the last time they had eaten was. they had been so busy after the gathering battle they felt like they cared more about others then themself, which was true. they were a workaholic. they found nightpaws eagerness to provide endearing. it seemed since the beginning they were tied at the hip. they dont remember ever saying thank you verbally out loud before. they werent one for being sappy--but with all the loss in in their life recently, they wanted to hold what was left of their loved ones close. leaning down and getting past the preys fur they took a small bite, mouth savoring a flavor they havent experienced in so long. they swallowed, looking over to nightpaw,¨i know i havent said this before,¨ they avoided eye contact. not because they were scared or angry..but possibly, flustered? ¨but i just want to thank you. for caring and all that about me.¨

Nightpaw walked around the other side of the squirrel and plopped down beside the medicine cat. Having seen Daydream take their first bite, she turned to the plump meal and licked her lips. She was just about to take a big bite out of the neck when Daydream said something and she froze, listened attentively. She cocked her head as she listened, wondering why they weren't looking at her. Thank me... for caring? Nightpaw put on a wide grin. "Of course I care! You're the best!" The apprentice gave the medicine cat a quick lick on the side of their face and turned to take a bite of the squirrel.

[Socks]

Originally Posted by Constellation

Most might wonder why Dream was such an ambitious Tom with a leisured schedule. Most wonder why he seemed so carefree, so charming...so, irritating. Truth be told, Dream did not care for much. Or, many. He allowed himself to believe that he needed no one. He was the only one who could fend for himself. Take care of himself. The only thing that mattered was reaching his dreams. His visions. The only question most could never get a straight answer from was - where did Dream see himself. Where? That was an excellent question. Followed by: how, when, why? Evidently, Dream did not see himself as being a leader, nor a deputy. Definitely not a medicine cat. That all seemed disastrous to the Tom. He hardly liked the clan he was in now, so why would he want to actually help these little pieces of unwanted riffraff?
To be honest, Dream wanted to reach the highest level of serenity. He worked hard around here (not really). He deserved a break, right? Of course he did! The marbled bengal just finished going for a quick run. His heavy paws feeling light as he made fast movement. He had no intentions of going hunting...or doing anything for that matter, so he took a run. Forget about everything else. Forget about hunting or Patrols. Dream did what he want, and no one could tell him otherwise.
As he strolled through the clearing, a smirk placed on his maw, the different brown shaded cat thought about his next activity. Running? Done. Climbing? Hm...did he truly want to do that at the moment? Sharpening his claws? Eh, doesn't sound too tempting. Seeing what Pyritecrest was up to? Maybe not. That Tom had been busy. And, Dream was pretty sure that Pyritecrest's filter was blabbering as well. That left around two things for the Tom to do. Plan his goals (which always been an all time favorite to him) or do...work. The former obviously won when it came to Dream. After a quick meal perhaps he should find a nice spot to evenly plan out the rest of his moons. Many didn't know it, nor did his actions show it well, but Dream was a very passionate Tom. When it came to his goals, he loved to talk about accomplishments. Or, even failures.
He trotted further into the clearing, throwing a nod of acknowledgement to some of his clan mates. As he passed an apprentice, who he has failed to recognize as his daughter, the tom's eyes lit up at her catch. "Good job, kit!" He praised, as he trotted passed her. Something should had been familair within this kit. Those eyes...that pelt color, but nope. Just like Dream forgot a lot of his past flings and the products of his kits, Dream didn't take a notice that this apprentice did take on a minimum appearance of her mother. Which, would had clicked in his mind, if he had dared to care about what happened in the past. Since Dream was rather carefree about his actions, the thought of Fawnpatch didn't even cross his mind...not one bit.

Jadepaw knew that almost all cats would come back to the camp at this time, to eat and rest for the night but she didn’t really know her father. Her mother used to mumble about how she loved him and things like that but never really got into the detail about him. She didn’t know if her father stayed out late or if he had come back earlier to sleep, she’d like to think he was hardworking and amazing, Peachfuzz had told her that toms were meant to protect and hunt for their clan. Jadepaw wanted to think that her father was as strong as her mentor seemed. Just as she was thinking of just eating alone, the mouse causing her mouth to water, she saw him. As soon as she saw the tom she knew that it was him, it was like he seemed familiar even though Jadepaw couldn’t remember a time she had seen him before. She felt giddy again, forgetting that she was supposed to speak to him and just watched him move by. He seemed to walk with the confidence Jadepaw herself lacked and she found herself wondering why someone like him would ever love someone like her mother. It wasn’t much of a secret that Fawnpatch was a horrible mother, she was always dreamy-eyed and neglecting of her kits, leaving the nursery whenever she felt like it because she didn’t want to be around her own kits. Jadepaw had tried to love her when she was young, she still tries to but it is hopeless as far as she can tell, Fawnpatch would rather dream about her past love then focus on the present.
She met his eyes as he passed and a smile grew on her face, hidden by the prey in her jaws. The compliment made her feel a sort of happiness she had never experienced before, he had complimented her, even if she hadn’t caught the prey he was speaking of, it was a compliment. Her father was proud of her, in a way. This would be wonderful, she and her father could grow close and he would always be proud of her, she knew it. As he passed by her, she suddenly realized why she had gone looking in the first place.
“Wait!” It was one of her bursts of confidence that made her yell as she hurried after Dream, tripping over her own paws. She mentally cursed at herself, why couldn’t she just walk normally, she had to go and mess this up already. When she was next to the older tom, she started to feel slight fear creeping up in her. The tortoiseshell ears were pressed to her head and she didn’t look the other in the eye to matter how much she wanted to. She was fearing a bad reaction from Dream and what if it was the wrong cat entirely? With a deep breath she forced herself to at least look at the other’s face and rushed out her next words. “Are you Dream? I’m Jadepaw, um, Fawnpatches kit." She huffed after her words as if she was out of breath.

[Dust]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

¨you act like a kit sometimes, but that besides the point,¨ they mewed playfully,¨its not for play, but for your reflexes and movement.¨ they looked around the clearing, searching and soon finding a queen out with her kits in the clearing, of course, playing moss ball. ¨kits play with these all the time, but they are doing more then that. they are learning how to move quickly, using quick movements to protect what is theirs and basic hunting movements. its more then just a game.¨ they explained, looking back towards acornfall,¨yes, try to keep it away from me. ready to begin when you are.¨

Acornfall huffed in amused disagreement at Daydream's comment about being kit-like. Silently, he listened to other as they spoke about the use of the moss. Honestly, he had never thought about that -- using moss to promote movement that is. "That doesn't sound too difficult, not to mention a great idea. I would have never thought of that." He praised, quite proud that they were so crafty. Thankfully they were, otherwise Acorn would have been bound to stay in the elder's den forever. It was easy, but that wasn't what he was meant for. Acornfall was meant to be out hunting for the clan, helping rebuild camp, protecting his friends and family from threats - not being pampered by apprentices in the elder's den. His life would be pointless with out the medicine cat, they had his eternal gratitude honestly. The elder was anticipating this now, his heart was pumping fast as adrenaline began to course through his veins. "Alright let's do this." Rolling the ball of moss between his paws, Acorn gave it a good scuff before dropping it and positioning his body over top of it, his form sloppy, but defensive. It had been a /long/ time since he last practiced battle and already his eyes felt screwy as, but he persisted, holding his ground firm as he anticipated Daydream's next move.

[yummyluc]

@king kaleb!

It wasn't the same after the flood. Of course, nothing ever was after such an event, but the cats rebuilt. They repaired and healed, and soon became better, rather than the same as they'd once been. Unfortunately, this was not the case for Marshfur. Yes, before it, she had been quiet and distant, often keeping to herself. She'd lost her younger sister and her family, so she really had no one. She didn't make friends, too anxious to speak.

She did her duties quickly and quietly, praying that she'd be ignored when being chosen for a patrol, ducking her head in hopes that she wouldn't be missed. But nowadays, it wasn't the same quiet that surrounded her, the same aura seemed to dissipate. It was silence. If she spoke, it was because someone had spoken to her first, usually being one or two word answers, if it wasn't a gesture or she answered at all. During the flood, a cat had helped her. A warrior who'd run back and shouted some sense to her, getting her to safety before he befell his own fate. It wasn't just him though, it was the medicine cat. Daydream, was it now? Yes. They'd earned their name just recently, Marshfur recalled.

A blank, cold stare scanned the clearing, nothing, in particular, is focused on. The molly sat perfectly still, not even her tail curling. She might have been mistaken for a statue if her eyes didn't flicker and blink on occasion. She'd finished her duties for the day, weak and sloppy work as of late, but she didn't care. She didn't feel a lot anymore.

[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

@king kaleb!

It wasn't the same after the flood. Of course, nothing ever was after such an event, but the cats rebuilt. They repaired and healed, and soon became better, rather than the same as they'd once been. Unfortunately, this was not the case for Marshfur. Yes, before it, she had been quiet and distant, often keeping to herself. She'd lost her younger sister and her family, so she really had no one. She didn't make friends, too anxious to speak.

She did her duties quickly and quietly, praying that she'd be ignored when being chosen for a patrol, ducking her head in hopes that she wouldn't be missed. But nowadays, it wasn't the same quiet that surrounded her, the same aura seemed to dissipate. It was silence. If she spoke, it was because someone had spoken to her first, usually being one or two word answers, if it wasn't a gesture or she answered at all. During the flood, a cat had helped her. A warrior who'd run back and shouted some sense to her, getting her to safety before he befell his own fate. It wasn't just him though, it was the medicine cat. Daydream, was it now? Yes. They'd earned their name just recently, Marshfur recalled.

A blank, cold stare scanned the clearing, nothing, in particular, is focused on. The molly sat perfectly still, not even her tail curling. She might have been mistaken for a statue if her eyes didn't flicker and blink on occasion. She'd finished her duties for the day, weak and sloppy work as of late, but she didn't care. She didn't feel a lot anymore.

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.

[yummyluc]

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]

Truly, the feeling was overwhelming. The feeling of being completely and totally alone. The feeling of being helpless and hopeless. The feeling of being trapped. It dug in its icy claws and swallowed her whole. It was the walls that surrounded her, the walls that let her see cats everywhere, but never let her reach out. The drowning feeling that filled her lungs and stung her throat. It was insomnia that kept her up at night and the stalking beast that slept on her shoulder with its wicked grin, anchored to her tightly. It was as if she had once been able to breathe, to see, to hear, to feel but all at once, everything was cut off. It was as if living had been her drug, and she was going through the withdrawal of being dead. Entirely dead, but still walking.

Of course, Marshfur noticed the enby starting towards her. She'd noticed them slip out of their den, exhausted and looking weighed down on. Marshfur was very observant these days. She knew the medicine cat was going through something awful. They always had. They'd work themself past the point of being able to walk without having to brace themself first but still attempted to run. It was awful and had only gotten worse after the flood, but what could Marshfur do? The walls kept her from taking initiative. She wasn't an honourable warrior any longer, why would the medicine cat listen to what she had to say? Every bone in her body was screaming at her to run, just knowing that Daydream was heading this way, the paranoia wrapped its freezing tendrils around her throat, but she didn't move. She didn't know why, but she didn't move.

[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

Truly, the feeling was overwhelming. The feeling of being completely and totally alone. The feeling of being helpless and hopeless. The feeling of being trapped. It dug in its icy claws and swallowed her whole. It was the walls that surrounded her, the walls that let her see cats everywhere, but never let her reach out. The drowning feeling that filled her lungs and stung her throat. It was insomnia that kept her up at night and the stalking beast that slept on her shoulder with its wicked grin, anchored to her tightly. It was as if she had once been able to breathe, to see, to hear, to feel but all at once, everything was cut off. It was as if living had been her drug, and she was going through the withdrawal of being dead. Entirely dead, but still walking.

Of course, Marshfur noticed the enby starting towards her. She'd noticed them slip out of their den, exhausted and looking weighed down on. Marshfur was very observant these days. She knew the medicine cat was going through something awful. They always had. They'd work themself past the point of being able to walk without having to brace themself first but still attempted to run. It was awful and had only gotten worse after the flood, but what could Marshfur do? The walls kept her from taking initiative. She wasn't an honourable warrior any longer, why would the medicine cat listen to what she had to say? Every bone in her body was screaming at her to run, just knowing that Daydream was heading this way, the paranoia wrapped its freezing tendrils around her throat, but she didn't move. She didn't know why, but she didn't move.

they believed they were moving on, but apart of them knew they werent. they knew that they were falling apart with every step that they took, but they kept on walking anyway. to them, patients mattered more then their health. they always had. its why they kept on breathing, kept on living, another 24 hours here, another 24 hours there. it was the same thing everyday. they would get up, having not slept of course the night before, and heal. they would heal anyone who asked, even if they treated them no better then dirt. daydream would always care about other cats well being, even if they were snapping at almost every little thing. how the wind felt to loud in their ears, how their fur wasnt sitting right. it irritated them. but they kept walking they had to. to them; marshfur was now a patient whether she liked it or not; and daydream was going to try their best to do anything they could.

they could no go on patrols like they had once before, when training to be a warrior. they didnt know what it was like everyday, having to be forced out your nest every morning to go on border patrols or to hunt. while they somewhat understood; it was only to an extent. but their job was to heal, no matter who gave them their full title. they didnt respect starclan enough to say they had given them their fullname, but they had earned it a long time ago. that with every drip of blood, every tear drop, every bead of sweat, they had earned their name, no matter what pretty star cat gave them their name. so with this knowledge, they would heal.

their job not only want to heal physically, but mentally. they would push their own thoughts aside for a moment, no mater how loud they were, as they moved closer to the warrior. they werent dumb; they could tell something was wrong, and they were confident to say it had rooted from even before the flood, but that had only made it worse. after all, a cat couldnt physically do anything without their mental health somewhat in check,right? they stood infront of the warrior now, giving her enough personal space out of respect, not wanting to overwhelm her. they could smell the fear radiating off of her pelt, they could basically taste it,but that was to be expected.

they didnt know how to start a conversation, but they would do it gently. ¨hey,¨ they mewed, amber hues softer. normally they were easy to lose their patience with everyone lately, but now they seemed different. they spoke soft, taking in to consideration that there was obviously something going on, and as rude as daydream could be, and sharp as their words were, they would always care about another cats boundaries and comfort. ¨howre you holding up?¨ the question was broad, but they were sure they both knew what they were talking about.

[yummyluc]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

they believed they were moving on, but apart of them knew they werent. they knew that they were falling apart with every step that they took, but they kept on walking anyway. to them, patients mattered more then their health. they always had. its why they kept on breathing, kept on living, another 24 hours here, another 24 hours there. it was the same thing everyday. they would get up, having not slept of course the night before, and heal. they would heal anyone who asked, even if they treated them no better then dirt. daydream would always care about other cats well being, even if they were snapping at almost every little thing. how the wind felt to loud in their ears, how their fur wasnt sitting right. it irritated them. but they kept walking they had to. to them; marshfur was now a patient whether she liked it or not; and daydream was going to try their best to do anything they could.

they could no go on patrols like they had once before, when training to be a warrior. they didnt know what it was like everyday, having to be forced out your nest every morning to go on border patrols or to hunt. while they somewhat understood; it was only to an extent. but their job was to heal, no matter who gave them their full title. they didnt respect starclan enough to say they had given them their fullname, but they had earned it a long time ago. that with every drip of blood, every tear drop, every bead of sweat, they had earned their name, no matter what pretty star cat gave them their name. so with this knowledge, they would heal.

their job not only want to heal physically, but mentally. they would push their own thoughts aside for a moment, no mater how loud they were, as they moved closer to the warrior. they werent dumb; they could tell something was wrong, and they were confident to say it had rooted from even before the flood, but that had only made it worse. after all, a cat couldnt physically do anything without their mental health somewhat in check,right? they stood infront of the warrior now, giving her enough personal space out of respect, not wanting to overwhelm her. they could smell the fear radiating off of her pelt, they could basically taste it,but that was to be expected.

they didnt know how to start a conversation, but they would do it gently. ¨hey,¨ they mewed, amber hues softer. normally they were easy to lose their patience with everyone lately, but now they seemed different. they spoke soft, taking in to consideration that there was obviously something going on, and as rude as daydream could be, and sharp as their words were, they would always care about another cats boundaries and comfort. ¨howre you holding up?¨ the question was broad, but they were sure they both knew what they were talking about.

Somehow the voice of the medicine cat was not only muffled but booming and grating at the same time. The blood pounding in Marshfur's ears is what muffled it, making Daydream seem so very far away, which was what Marshfur had wished for secretly. But the mew was just so loud, shattering into Marshfur's mind like breaking a calm pool of water's surface. It shook her to her core, creating a sinkhole in her gut that almost made her grimace, but she forced it down.

"Fine." Her reply came flatly, solid but falsely confident. She wasn't even looking at the enby in front of her, her brown eyes shooting over the top of Daydream's head, clouded over and empty in a way that could send a fleeting sense of hopelessness through anyone's chest. She didn't try to hide it. She'd stopped that long ago, and frankly, had grown tired of it. If anyone asked how she was, she replied with a one-word answer, and if they pressed, she ignored them. In the end, they left her alone. She was difficult and hopeless.

Besides, Marshfur didn't want to burden the poor medicine cat more than she already was, overworking herself with patients that didn't need to be patients. Some part of herself wanted to help them, but again, the beast that resided on her shoulder clasped its clawed fingers over her and kept her still. Marshfur decided that even if she could accept the help, she hardly deserved it. She was close to being exiled, just for being so very neutral. So very plain. Perhaps, if Goldenstar didn't do it, she would do it herself. Then, she would burden no one but herself, and she was fine with that.

[Role]

Originally Posted by Okapi

Nutpaw was lost in thought and heard a cat speak to her, her fur stood straight up her eyes grew wide she stared at the scared up, silver molly My denmates...no the Syndicate didn’t do this too her right? she was half frozen in terror Relax Nutpaw, they want to speak to me. It was a good silent minute before she unfroze and licked her shoulders flattening the fur, her eyes were still wide, but they were starting to return to a normal size,” Err...sorry. It’s a reflex. So-Sorta like possums when they are startled. They-they freeze up.” She meowed nervously This must be my assesment to determine if I can stay and recieve a mentor or if they kill me off like cattle. she fretted silently her thoughts rushing as she braced herself to be instructed to fight with Fogpelt I will lose no doubt. I can’t kill Fogpelt. No! I can’t. she stammered some more, but those stammers were impossible to understand. Who else is over 15 moons and can’t have a conversation with a clanmate without panicking.

(So late! Sorry! Ive been super busy.)

Fogpelt was surprised at the molly's reaction. Her was stiff legged, and her fur was bristling. Nutpaw's eyes widened with fear and her back began to arch. She was scared. Fogpelt's own nervous gaze softened. The poor mite! Fogpelt had come from a hard kittypet background, so she could understand Nutpaw's nervous energy from being around so many cats. "Eh, don't be sorry, mite," she replied, brushing off the small mistake. Fogpelt sat down, tail sweeping the ground only to curl around her paws. "How're you doing?" Fogpelt set her yellow gaze on Nutpaw, smiling slightly.

[graves]

Originally Posted by yummyluc

Somehow the voice of the medicine cat was not only muffled but booming and grating at the same time. The blood pounding in Marshfur's ears is what muffled it, making Daydream seem so very far away, which was what Marshfur had wished for secretly. But the mew was just so loud, shattering into Marshfur's mind like breaking a calm pool of water's surface. It shook her to her core, creating a sinkhole in her gut that almost made her grimace, but she forced it down.

"Fine." Her reply came flatly, solid but falsely confident. She wasn't even looking at the enby in front of her, her brown eyes shooting over the top of Daydream's head, clouded over and empty in a way that could send a fleeting sense of hopelessness through anyone's chest. She didn't try to hide it. She'd stopped that long ago, and frankly, had grown tired of it. If anyone asked how she was, she replied with a one-word answer, and if they pressed, she ignored them. In the end, they left her alone. She was difficult and hopeless.

Besides, Marshfur didn't want to burden the poor medicine cat more than she already was, overworking herself with patients that didn't need to be patients. Some part of herself wanted to help them, but again, the beast that resided on her shoulder clasped its clawed fingers over her and kept her still. Marshfur decided that even if she could accept the help, she hardly deserved it. She was close to being exiled, just for being so very neutral. So very plain. Perhaps, if Goldenstar didn't do it, she would do it herself. Then, she would burden no one but herself, and she was fine with that.

¨you lie.¨ they replied. their eyes attempted to grasp her gaze, disappointing seeing how she refused to even look at them. they had dealt with things like this before. not wanting help, or needing it but you just...cant verbally say it. when you so desperately showed it,yet did nothing. they mentally yell at theirself for not attempting to see her sooner.

they were stubborn. if they were to be ignored, they would simply sit down next to her until she talked, they could sit all day in simple silence if thats what it took to make her feel comfortable around them. they were her medicine cat, their only purpose in life was to help cats like her, and thats what they would do, no matter how long it took. so they settled down infront of her, tucking their paws neatly under their body, silently making it aware that they weren't going any where, any time soon.

they had so much to say, yet they stayed silent. they could relate, in all honesty. the feeling of being alone;the loss. the feeling that you live everyday to be a simple burden and nothing more, that life was pointless. they felt it so strongly it hurt, so there was no way they were letting someone else go through that. they couldn't heal their self, but they could heal others, so that is what they were going to do.

they wanted to reassure her, to tell her its okay to talk to them, that they were going to hurt her, or give shame; that they could relate. that they didnt regret saving her life during the flood, that they wouldve gone through all of that and more, over and over if it meant they got to spare one life, that she mattered. but they couldnt, not if she wouldnt talk to her. obviously it was going to talk time, perhaps more then just a one simple day, but they were patient. they could wait it out.

¨answer again.¨

their words werent aggressive at all, just neutral. they looked past the simple four letter word, the word most cats wouldnt push past, and if they did, didnt stay around long enough to push even further. they wouldn't buy it, and made it apparent that they werent going to go one with their day like any other cat wouldve, accepting her answer like it was nothing. that was bull crap and irresponsible, something only a dumbass would believe.