Originally Posted by Lonestar23 (Post 84749) @Octavia Ashfeather sat almost motionless in the clearing. Her whole body ached- although she knew she would be alright. Despite being nervous and anxious most of the time, Ashfeather was stronger than she looked. In a flash, her thoughts turned to her mate. Ashenstorm! Where is he? Is he okay? Oh StarClan, let him be okay...just let him be alive... Ashfeather thought, nearly leaping to her paws with the sudden rush of adrenaline. It was unusual for her to be quite so skittish...as a matter of fact, she was rarely this skittish. This was one of the few times in her life that every sound around her was making her heart rate speed up, giving her the feeling that there was something wrong. But why? Why did she feel so weird? Because of Ashenstorm...she was scared that something could have happened to him. The battles had been brutal. And Ashfeather, so timid and nervous usually, had never had a reason to fight before. Not since she was a very young kit in the nursery had she tried to fight for real, and not since she was an apprentice had she tried to use half of the moves she had. Hunting was her strong point...and even with that, she wasn't always the best. Ashfeather's blue hues remained scanning the clearing for any sight of her mate, any sign that he was alive and well and perhaps at any second he would appear, to stay by her side. He- he'll be here...he's got to be alright...Ashfeather thought, feeling her breath catching in her throat with anxiety.

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Despite doing his best to keep his sliced ear from moving, Ashenstorm couldn't help but grunt every so often when he did end up irritating the wound on his face. The grey mottled tom was a bit of a mess, claw marks danced along his frame. The worn out tom either didn't notice them or had become dulled to the pain; pain, that was all he had felt the last day or so. Skyclan was not a clan of murderers, but they had had at least aided these other clans in killing or driving off these... evil? cats. It was hard to will himself to helping with this, but judging how the so called evil cats had been treating things, it made sense. Still now he needed a break, and well, Ashenstorm. His tired body ached with worry, hoping she had ended up alright. He had led a facade before of thinking she was perfectly fine, but lethargy and a long day had torn that away, leaving him worrying. As he wandered into the clearing slowly, Ashenstorm glanced around, this new home was different, and he couldn't remember where he slept. He did however notice his mate, his spirits rising with a leap at that. Starting over as quickly as he could, Ashenstorm, half laid down, half collapsed next to his mate, "Glad you're here," He mumbled before adjusting himself to become comfortable.