-- @Redtalon --

Doetuft was somewhat asleep. Or well rather, the blind molly was drowsing off in her nest, the nest she had been sharing with Talonstone ever since they arrived and got settled into their new camp. It had become rather comfortable over the last few days, the occasional addition of a feather here and some moss there and it was overall just somewhere where she enjoyed being. Of course it was better when the white tom was there resting too, it all hit an extra degree of comfortableness. It wasn't like her to be drowsing off, but after having woken from a nightmare, she'd needed to sit still and wait out the shakiness that would overcome her body and the horrible thoughts and that was best done by just... existing for some time. And that was exactly what she'd been doing. Curled fully up, nose hidden in a particular spot of moss that smelled of the white tom that she wished hadn't gone on out on a patrol that early. They were independent beings but whenever a nightmare that Sagefeather dominated ravaged through her mind she needed the... steadiness of someone else. But now she was just there, curled up and resting until she felt like she would be ready to face life once again.