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Originally Posted by Suspiciousmindz
Jaguarclaw's hues were soft, clearly he wasn't mad, just curious. He'd never be able to get mad at a friend and that was no different from Marbledface. As her voice let her maw, he couldn't help but instantly feel better. It'd been so long. It was an aching pain that was finally soothed in a way. A small sigh left his body. For Jaguarclaw, this was a relief to him. To see that she was alive and well, that she had cleared up whatever might've been bothering her. Sure, it hurt to know he couldn't be the one to have helped her, but he knew that some battles were meant to be fought alone.
The Bengal acknowledged her request and gave her a small nod. "Where do you wish to go?" he asked, tilting his head a little. His paws were itching to get going so he can hear this story she was going to tell him. Well perhaps it was story, it might be more of a little rant to get things off her chest. Either way, Jaguarclaw would listen and he would enjoy it cause it would show that she still trusted him. That's all that mattered to him right now. Who knew how much she changed mentally after her break from the clans and who knew what she'd gone through. For Shadowclan, leaf-bare took it's toll. Jaguarclaw wasn't as muscular as normal, in fact his pelt was hanging from his frame and he looked rather exhausted from overexerting himself constantly. That was how he coped though, by doing work and helping others out. It was the only thing he ever really knew. |
She felt a little overwhelmed by everything and her green gaze flicked to the warrior's den that she had longed to return to. "Why don't we go rest, I've had quite the journey and you look like you could use the rest too." She said earnestly. She hadn't changed too much since she'd left, though she had matured plenty. Before she had been very carefree, never one to be empathetic. Now however, she was very empathetic. Though she still retained her hard-headed wish to appear strong in the public's eyes. Her limp remained, worse then before but still manageable. Though she probably would have to retire much earlier than the other warriors of her age as it's health and strength wouldn't last too much longer. The mottled female hadn't been able to come to terms with that while she had been gone, she'd only gone to rethink her family situation and collect herself. She'd never been able to deal with being vulnerable and the attack and events around it had made her very much feel so. She had developing feelings for a tom, the very one she was watching in awe right now, that made her feel vulnerable in a way she'd always feared. Her whole existence had been compromised of suffering because of the failed relationship of her parents, she'd promised herself to never fall in love so it terrified her that she might be attracted to Jaguarclaw. Then her mother had died before it was too late for her to repair the connection, but she seemed to have figured out how to cope with that by vowing to not spread hatred any longer. She would be more open to other's and their weaknesses rather than shunning or abandoning them. She was after all weak in many ways herself, and very strong in many others.
She took a step or two towards the den, expecting the spotted tom to follow her. She wasn't hungry, though maybe she was but just didn't feel as though she deserved a clan-provided meal yet. Marbledface had no clue how to explain her disappearance to Jaguarclaw, she was afraid she might have hurt him. Though she didn't believe that it was irreparable.