private ETERNAL RETURN ♥︎ FERNGILL

[DOEBLAZE]

Roiling silvered - grey clouds coat the sky today, lying as heavy as a contented snake, fattened gunmetal scales overlapping and serving to utterly hide the warm, sun - ripened blue of a midsummer sky. The thick, dense pearled soot puffs that blot out the sun are an apt fit for her mood as she trots along the RiverClan border, absently pursuing the half - stale scent trail of a jay, more for the sake of the task than any hope at a reward. Today weighs as heavy on her shoulders as the smog feathered across the sky, a leaden coating equal to the exhaustion pulling the corners of her muzzle down and her shoulders towards the earth. The day is sapped of pleasure, unfortunately . . . she can kick up small sparks with each paling glance to that particular spot in the sky, now thoroughly hidden by ashen grey, but she's unable to catch a flame.

Given the anemic bleakness of the landscape today, the shiny ginger flame of the RiverClan warrior's distinctive pelt stands out more than ever across shining water given an ashen cast by the sky's reflection. Bobbie pauses in her fruitless trek, tattered ears shooting upright and twitching with recognition. In a quick blur of color and memory, she recalls small teeth fastened in her scruff; a wholly genuine voice answering then - stuttered questions; a friendly voice in dusty darkness. It's Fernpaw! she registers with a start, a soft bloom of brightness suffusing a long - tired worldview. Or Ferngill now, I think, she self - corrects, remembering a gravelly announcement from one of the Gatherings she'd attended . . . the accompanying recollection of gold fur under her nose and a murmured goodbye ( then very temporary ) is a familiar lance through the heart.

" Ferngill! " she calls hoarsely, husky voice carrying easily over the rippling water and warm summer's breeze. A beryl eye is gently alight with a familiar recognition, the memory of a brief but wholly genuine friendship . . . though she's changed since dust - ridden discussions and lizards shared in the rockslide's darkness, her distant fondness for @FERNGILL has not. After all, he saved my life in that river, she recalls with wholehearted amusement. Thinking of a lost eye, thinned frame, and ever - spreading white, she appends, " It's me, Bobbie. "

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[FERNGILL]

Though he loved the warmness of greenleaf, its often-golden light was missed all the more feverishly when it was overcast like this. Sky swollen with grey, Ferngill felt in his heart a small, tugging sadness. Right, the one time he'd managed to find some time to himself, to submerge himself in the water and allow the warmth of it to embrace his body, limbs hanging afloat without tension. Even that little twist of disappointment at the weather, though, would not turn him around- an optimistic eye of emerald found spote in the water where it might be warmest, where the sun's light dulled behind clouds might caress the surface.

That was all forgotten when he heard a familiar call- Ferngill, and it was not a voice he had heard weave that name before. A sage-green eye, one of them scarred- snow-spotting her fur, she looked different, definitely- but Ferngill's face brightened with recognition before she re-introduced herself. "Wow!" His grin blazed upon his face- he hardly noticed the scared that newly carved up her face. Newly, at least, since they had last seen each other. He'd be a hypocrite to care much about scars, or comment on them... his bloodied eye betrayed that very blatantly.

"Hi! Wow, it's great to see you!" He neared the shore, bounding closer to her, emerald eye flaring wide. Earnest curiosity found its place in his gaze, a sympathy that onced her over- but distinctly, nothing like pity. "How have you been?" He knew well it could be a question that came with a crushing impact- he asked with as much lightness as he could manage.​

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