Post by stream on Nov 11, 2017 18:46:44 GMT
“Thinking of Me”
“And what are you doing here?” asked a surprisingly admonitory female voice. The maine coon tom twisted around, his pale green eyes flashing with confusion and then relief. The tom glanced the silvery-white she-cat before averting his gaze sheepishly. She always does this, thought the MistClan deputy, sneaking up on me like this.
The Maine coon found himself sinking deeper into the mud, his body tense and heavy. He picked his paws out of the mud, creating a surprisingly satisfactory splooging sound. He did it a couple more times, giggling to himself. The wind pushed through the nearby trees, whistling as it brushed through the Maine coon’s fur. It was a pleasant feeling. Everything about this situation was pleasant, but for some reason, Rushflow couldn’t calm himself. Relax, he told himself, It’s just Stormfrost.
“Why does it matter?” he asked, deciding to be assertive, puffing his chest out,” Can’t a strong MistClan warrior stretch his legs every now and then?” A confident smile flashed onto his face, flashing a bravado that didn't exist. The silver-white she-cat laughed at this, shaking her head dismissively.
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“I see you’re still sneaking out at night, Rushy,” she cooed, laughing again,” Never change, darling.” Rushflow opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He just looked at Stormfrost apologetically, his green eyes meeting her silvery-gray hues. He looked away quickly, finding the task to be too much.
“I guess I’m stuck in old habits,” he replied, shrugging. Stormfrost rolled her eyes, beginning to gracefully waltz closer. As she got closer, her scent flooded the MistClan deputy’s nostrils, and he resisted the urge to inhale deeper. Even now I can smell it, he thought soundlessly.
“I take it you’re still doing stupidly dangerous stuff in the dark of night as well?” chuckled Stormfrost, her tone unclear,” Remember that time you almost got killed by a bear?” Rushflow’s smile began to falter a little bit, a nervous energy rising within him.
“Of course,” he mewed in reply,” I also remember how you didn’t warn me about it despite seeing it an entire hour before we met it face to face!” The MistClan she-cat laughed in response. Her laugh really was something to appreciate. It was such a beautiful sound, something akin to the world around her. It was like a bird’s song, or a wolf’s howl. It seemed so natural.
“Is that what you think about when you come out here? About the times we used to have? About me?” The way she asked the question was weird; as if she already knew the answer. Rushflow didn’t say anything, a lump forming in his chest as he felt several tons heavier. His silence seemed to be enough of an answer, as the silvery she-cat continued.
“That’s a shame then, Rushflow,” she mewed, now only a few tail-lengths away. Her words ended abruptly, her expression losing its amused benignity and adopting a much more callous and blank expression. Her eyes found a fallen tree trunk to her right, avoiding Rushflow’s gaze. The MistClan deputy frowned. “You know, we were never going to work out. The only reason we found each other was… because we were both so broken.”
Rushflow didn’t say anything, his eyes finding his paws. Stormfrost’s gaze met the starry night sky above the two.
“I was dealing with my parents’ abject rejection. I cared so much about what they thought that I could only think of things in that regard,” mewed the silvery-gray she-cat,” That’s why that first night we met, I was so aggressive. I thought they sent you out into the forest to spy on me. That was dumb of me, wasn’t it? You remember that?” Stormfrost let out another laugh. Rushflow felt his stomach drop as he glared down at his paws.
“ Why am I even asking?” laughed Stormfrost,” Of course you do. It’s one of the reasons you’re broken.” Rushflow finally looked up, his eyes meeting Stormfrost’s. She was much closer now; he wasn’t even aware she had moved.
“You’re broken because you can’t forget, Rushflow,” she cooed softly,” You’re always thinking about me. And as long as you think about me, and Ashpaw, and Woodpaw, and all of us, you will be broken. As long as you carry us with you, you will never experience happiness.”
“I could never forget you, Storm,” replied the MistClan deputy suddenly, able to find words again. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He could smell it now. It was strong. Death. Smoke. Fire. The singe marks in Stormfrost’s fur were more noticeable from here. “How can you ask me to do something like that? The times we had… I could never forget them.”
“I know,” she replied, “And that’s why you can never be fixed.” Her eyes, cloudy and blank, continued to gaze into his as she began to wither away, her fur turning to dust and her form beginning to disappear.
“And what are you doing here?” asked a surprisingly admonitory female voice. The maine coon tom twisted around, his pale green eyes flashing with confusion and then relief. The tom glanced the silvery-white she-cat before averting his gaze sheepishly. She always does this, thought the MistClan deputy, sneaking up on me like this.
The Maine coon found himself sinking deeper into the mud, his body tense and heavy. He picked his paws out of the mud, creating a surprisingly satisfactory splooging sound. He did it a couple more times, giggling to himself. The wind pushed through the nearby trees, whistling as it brushed through the Maine coon’s fur. It was a pleasant feeling. Everything about this situation was pleasant, but for some reason, Rushflow couldn’t calm himself. Relax, he told himself, It’s just Stormfrost.
“Why does it matter?” he asked, deciding to be assertive, puffing his chest out,” Can’t a strong MistClan warrior stretch his legs every now and then?” A confident smile flashed onto his face, flashing a bravado that didn't exist. The silver-white she-cat laughed at this, shaking her head dismissively.
Sh
“I see you’re still sneaking out at night, Rushy,” she cooed, laughing again,” Never change, darling.” Rushflow opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He just looked at Stormfrost apologetically, his green eyes meeting her silvery-gray hues. He looked away quickly, finding the task to be too much.
“I guess I’m stuck in old habits,” he replied, shrugging. Stormfrost rolled her eyes, beginning to gracefully waltz closer. As she got closer, her scent flooded the MistClan deputy’s nostrils, and he resisted the urge to inhale deeper. Even now I can smell it, he thought soundlessly.
“I take it you’re still doing stupidly dangerous stuff in the dark of night as well?” chuckled Stormfrost, her tone unclear,” Remember that time you almost got killed by a bear?” Rushflow’s smile began to falter a little bit, a nervous energy rising within him.
“Of course,” he mewed in reply,” I also remember how you didn’t warn me about it despite seeing it an entire hour before we met it face to face!” The MistClan she-cat laughed in response. Her laugh really was something to appreciate. It was such a beautiful sound, something akin to the world around her. It was like a bird’s song, or a wolf’s howl. It seemed so natural.
“Is that what you think about when you come out here? About the times we used to have? About me?” The way she asked the question was weird; as if she already knew the answer. Rushflow didn’t say anything, a lump forming in his chest as he felt several tons heavier. His silence seemed to be enough of an answer, as the silvery she-cat continued.
“That’s a shame then, Rushflow,” she mewed, now only a few tail-lengths away. Her words ended abruptly, her expression losing its amused benignity and adopting a much more callous and blank expression. Her eyes found a fallen tree trunk to her right, avoiding Rushflow’s gaze. The MistClan deputy frowned. “You know, we were never going to work out. The only reason we found each other was… because we were both so broken.”
Rushflow didn’t say anything, his eyes finding his paws. Stormfrost’s gaze met the starry night sky above the two.
“I was dealing with my parents’ abject rejection. I cared so much about what they thought that I could only think of things in that regard,” mewed the silvery-gray she-cat,” That’s why that first night we met, I was so aggressive. I thought they sent you out into the forest to spy on me. That was dumb of me, wasn’t it? You remember that?” Stormfrost let out another laugh. Rushflow felt his stomach drop as he glared down at his paws.
“ Why am I even asking?” laughed Stormfrost,” Of course you do. It’s one of the reasons you’re broken.” Rushflow finally looked up, his eyes meeting Stormfrost’s. She was much closer now; he wasn’t even aware she had moved.
“You’re broken because you can’t forget, Rushflow,” she cooed softly,” You’re always thinking about me. And as long as you think about me, and Ashpaw, and Woodpaw, and all of us, you will be broken. As long as you carry us with you, you will never experience happiness.”
“I could never forget you, Storm,” replied the MistClan deputy suddenly, able to find words again. His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. He could smell it now. It was strong. Death. Smoke. Fire. The singe marks in Stormfrost’s fur were more noticeable from here. “How can you ask me to do something like that? The times we had… I could never forget them.”
“I know,” she replied, “And that’s why you can never be fixed.” Her eyes, cloudy and blank, continued to gaze into his as she began to wither away, her fur turning to dust and her form beginning to disappear.