[Arie]

-- @bmkmb --

Feeling the brush of fur against her own, she lifted her face once again. Why did things keep brushing her in the face or landing directly in front of her? Twitching her ears she felt the scent waft over her and how... how had she forgotten already? She'd pretty much dragged Frostp,- No. Not again. She'd pretty much dragged Talonstone into the nest. Not pretty much. She had done it. Lifting her head though she shifted slightly, once again feeling his fur brush against her shorter fur. It was such a strange predicament that she had put them in and she didn't know if she regretted it or not. Fro,- there she went ahead and did it AGAIN. Talonstone took up a lot of space in the small nest. It wasn't small per say but when two cats were in the space of where one should be it, it was sure to be cramped. Feeling his fur brush against her own did bring back memories of that horrid night though, or has it truly been horrible? Doetuft came to the realization that she didn't know. In many ways, the events and memories would surely be classified as horrible but there was so many things that had also improved after that. Nightmares were easier to handle when you were woken up from them by your friend. She was debating moving but didn't know if it would be such a great idea. Talonstone was told to rest... but was he told to sleep? Doetuft herself had been told to rest - which she'd already begun to break the rules off by dragging her companion into the nest - and wasn't particularly successful at that. Sighing she gave up on the pitiful rest she would get from lying cramped up on the edge. Shifting a bit she couldn't help the awkward feeling when she turned. Based on where she could hear his breath she knew she was facing Talonstone now, and it was just... embarrassing? Awkward? She couldn't help it! These feelings she weren't used to them. Well she was, but she was just so used to suppressing everything as an apprentice. It wasn't like you just started feeling everything as soon as you became a warrior. However, settling down a bit closer so that she was now resting with her shoulders and front legs against his paws. "Frosty," she couldn't help but murmur. He wasn't asleep, the uneven breathing suggested that and she didn't find it likely he would just pass out after moving. Although that had happened. What else should she say? Moving a bit closer, simple shuffling by her paws so her head now brushed his cheek, she just rested her head on her paws for now. What did you say to your long time friend... "You feeling... okay?" the simple question. However this time it held many different meanings. Could be interpreted differently.