[lone]

Originally Posted by NoireRose

''I know,'' Featherspeckle sadly mewed, ''But even when friends-'' She quickly shut her maw, sighing. ''Nevermind. It's not worth re-telling anyway.'' She shuddered inwardly, and looked away. She didn't want to build a wall. Or, it wasn't the word she wanted to use. It just felt right in a sense. She was thinking along the lines of building a barrier, something hard to break through. If she was her old self once again, she knew she would be easily taken advantage of.
They were both hurting that was for sure, and she didn't know exactly why he was hurting, but after hearing those words, ''...let my heart heal...''she trailed off thinking the same way.
Hearts do heal, right? Or do they remain emotionally damaged from prior? Her heart was healing...at least she hoped it was. She needed her mind to heal. When she dreamed, she thought about a cliff. The pretty wildflowers below, and she was on the edge, not afraid to let go. She would feel the wind gracing her fur, and she would fall. She would allow herself to let go.
Then, her heart may fully heal.
Living was suffering...it was painful that she was daily reminded of these thoughts that consumed her. Being underground was a constant thought for the young warrior, but she wouldn't allow herself to leave yet. Not while she's accompanying this strange tom that she thought of as a early friend.
''Time is everything,'' She mewed. If only we learned to use it more wisely...she thought to herself and sighed once more.
Featherspeckle did not want to live on that sad side of life anymore. She wanted to move on and be able to embrace a bright future, but how could she with the depressing thought of always falling off? She didn't want to actually fall off. She wanted to live. Maybe get a mate, have a couple kits, watch them grow and whatnot. She wanted that, but she didn't think it would last long.
It was definitely in the back of her mind, for she had more important thoughts worrying her. At this exact moment, she wanted to focus on the tom in front of her, not be on such a depressing topic that both of them clearly had understanding to, but refused to speak upon. And, she didn't want to pry into his business. She wanted to take her time. Get to know him, and see where life leads them. Maybe it'll lead them to the end of the rainbow...she lightly gave the thought a laugh, and took a quick glance at him.
''Well, it seems as if we both had some unfortunate events happen to us,'' She mused, but on a happier note, she said, ''We'll heal each other in time, but for now, how about we get to know each other more? Other than your awkwardness,'' she giggled, her eyes flashing in amusement. He did have some quirks to him, that's for sure. She wondered a lot about him, and hoped to stick around long to figure him out. She gave him a light bump, swishing her tail in the process. ''You interested in any other things?''

Of course, they would have a good-no, great- no, wonderful friendship. Featherspeckle would make sure of it.

The Abyssinian wasn't quite sure what to say. He wanted to help the she cat, but she seemed to be stuck...not in the past, exactly, but stuck in her own thoughts. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own mind and miss out on life. For a moment, his hues brightened as he realized she might be able to tell him what was wrong. Was she really going to trust him? Was this really happening, right now? His ears pricked up and he listened attentively, until she stopped speaking and his expression dropped once more. Just for a moment, he had thought that she might actually believe in him. That she might actually trust him."I'm not going to hurt you. You can trust me." Martenthorn mewed sadly, a distressed expression showing in his hues. He wanted her to believe in him so badly. Well, maybe believe in weren't the right words for it, but...he wanted her to care about him. A sigh, so quiet and soft that it was almost impossible to catch escaped the tom and he lowered his hues, trying desperately not to meet Featherspeckle's gaze. He was afraid he would find something there that he didn't want to see, and he was tired of hoping and trusting only to be crushed moments later. He hated that wonderful feeling right before now, because it only ever went away.

The tom sighed again, a little louder this time, but it was still fairly quiet.

She would have had to have very good ears in order to hear it, and while he imagined that she had good hearing, he didn't want her to be able to hear it. "Time is everything. Time and--" He cut his voice off, lowering his hues to look at his paws again. They appeared to be slightly cleaner, and he wondered if he had absentmindedly walked through a puddle or something to wash them off. It would have stirred up the bits of dirt and grime at the bottom though, wouldn't it? The tom shifted his weight uneasily, a sigh escaping him as he anxiously waited for something else to happen. A lighter subject might be nice. Though he was enjoying this talk, it was beginning to grow darker by the minute, and he wasn't exactly loving the thought that at any second, one of them could get offended and leave. He wasn't too easily offended, but he wasn't sure about the multi-colored she cat beside him. "That sounds good to me. Since I would like you to see something other then my awkwardness. Which is already pretty obvious." He shrugged, before smiling brightly at the she cat. They were getting fairly deep into the territory now, and he was wondering if it would be a good idea to go ahead and turn around, head back. It would certainly make sense, at least to him.

Then again, sometimes he had a different idea of sense then other cats.

"We-ll...I like just walking out here in the territory. I like to watch the sky when the sun comes up and goes down, and the stars...I like to watch kits playing. I like to play with kits. Stuff like that." The tom mewed, glancing at Featherspeckle. He wondered what kind of things she liked to do. She seemed like the kind of cat who liked quieter activities, and things that were softer. She looked like she had a soft pelt, too...he wondered how often she groomed it. He had seen she cats sitting around, grooming themselves-- but he couldn't put all the blame on them, he had seen toms doing it as well. He stopped walking for a moment, glancing over at Featherspeckle as though she were a wild animal that he wanted to observe and watch, learning all about it.

"What about you?" He asked, with a slight twitch of his tail.