[ti]Private[/ti]Got the Blues

[KingHarry]

Miss Tactical (Cicadawish)

Emotions and Cricketjump had always had an odd relationship. It was like he felt them too strongly. The sun always shone so brightly, and everything was lovely and beautiful, but the second something bad happened? Then it was the worst thing in the world, and his heart felt like it had been torn into a million shreds that could never be joint back together.

Owlstar's death had hit him hard. Cricketjump had loved Owlstar. She had always been so kind to him - a beam of sunshine that shone even when life was gloomy. In fact, she had even been on his list of things he found the most beautiful! Butterflies, fire, Owlstar, and Cicadawish; that was the list.

Speaking of Cicadawish, Cricketjump had decided that she was the best place to go to for comfort. Surely even she would be struggling to smile right now, but even then... Even then he knew she would be able to brighten his day. Dragging his feet, the tom walked over to her - and then, paying no heed to the concept of personal space, threw himself against her side.

"I'm sad," he announced to her and he continued to lean on her, nuzzling her side in his usual friendly manner despite his words and the emotions he was feeling. "Are you sad too?"

[Miss Tactical]

Cicadawish had been laying on a rock on the sun, eyes closed thinking of the coming days. With Owlstar gone the camp had surely been shaken to its core. Her tail waved across the stone as her energetic mind raced wondering what StarClan was light. Were their fireflies up there too? Was Owlstar maybe chasing them with Honeyspark. Oh and Endless HONEYCOMBS!! A purr rumbled in her throat as she pictured the smokey leader sharing honey combs with her brother, however her thoughts were interrupted when a familiar scent hit her rapidly and soon after felt the tom rubbing up against her. She opened her eyes, tail stroking his side in comfort. The tom always seemed to get on others nerves ignoring personal space, but she didn’t mind.

”oh Cricketjump of course I am.” Despite this, Cicadawish knew now was not the time for sullen words, she too a high ball of emotions and energy being upset would drag them down. She blinked slowly scanning the clearing spotting in Beetleshades den, the greatest treasure. ”You know what always makes me feel better! Honeycombs!” Without hesitation, she leaped form her perch and trotted to Beetleshades den grabbing the last one carefully in her jaws. Normally it was a kits treat, but warriors needed treats once in awhile too you know.

She remembered when she and Honeyspark had done this as kits. She had climbed on top of his head onto the rock before it came crashing down making her fur a sticky mess. Her mother Blossompool had created such a fuss, it still amused her to this day. Dropping the comb at his paws she gave him a half smile. She knew that if she were upset he would be too, and she much preferred his high energy self over this version. She too rubbed up against the tom before nudging the sweet delicacy towards the tom.

”Remember in the fields when I told you Fireflies were lights from StarClan? Well maybe we can go play with them again come Newleaf play with Owlstar. I bet Owlstar will send us fireflies to play with.” She mewed sweetly. Honeyspark had sent her fireflies once. That was the day she first really spent time with Cricketjump, and she knew all to well that Owlstar would send them fireflies too. ”Butterflies too because I know you like those, maybe one will land right on your nose!” She touched her tail to the toms nose playfully brightness in her eyes. Of course she was hurt, but with Cricketjump, there was no time to be sad. She enjoyed his company.

[KingHarry]

Honeycombs sounded good! Cricketjump perked up a little at the suggestion of them. As Cicadawish stood and trotted off, Cricketjump rolled onto his back to watch her - his vision upside down, but good enough to be able to see what she was doing. When he noticed what she was bringing back with her, the tom began to purr loudly, instantly cheered up by the sight of the sweet treat.

"I do like butterflies," Cricketjump agreed. He seemed to be in a better mood already. He lent down to gently lick some of the sweet honey but, in typical fashion for the tom, somehow ended up dipping his entire muzzle into the sticky substance. Oh dear! Now he was going to get all sorts of fluff and dirt stuff to him! Unless... Unless he licked it off first? Yes, that was what he would have to do!

Cricketjump rolled into a sitting position and began to use his long tongue to roughly swipe any trace off honey off his fur, though the task did not seem to be a quick nor easy one. Oh well! At least it tasted good.