- Oct 22, 2022
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'Oh you stubborn lion you- You're going to make me go grey.' Her laughter is warm, a light in the darkness. He swears he can feel the phantom touch of her cheek against his own, lavender and sunlight filling his senses merely through memory alone. Green and Blue eyes stare at him, small teeth pricking out from a curly grey maw with her smile.
'But my love, you have been grey since the day I met you.' He narrowly dodges a playful cuff to his ear, mildly startled at the lack of pain before Nora pushes him over. Flowers, there's flowers under their paws, glowing a soft white, just as she'd always described to him. 'I miss you, I miss you every day.' She tells him, flopping down onto her back beside him. 'You...you did the right thing though. We did the right thing.' Morningbird frowns, eyes flickering from her to the bright sky above them, awash with more stars than he's ever seen in his life.
"I did the right thing...but I can't stay here Nora. You know that, I am not done.' He gets to his paws, shaking off flower petals from his fur. She merely turns over, laying in a more proper manner for speaking with him. 'You aren't...Morningbird.' The name sounds awkward on her tongue, he'd never had the chance to hear her say it in life. 'I wonder if I'll ever get used to these two part names, perhaps...you could ask that nice young man, oh what was his name...well maybe you can ask him what he would've named me? If I made it?' She gives a wave of her paw, gesturing her intentions as she always did.
'Blazestar, I'll ask him when I find my way back. I promise.'
'Good, now get going! You have a visitor!'
Morningbird had to be carried into the medicine den, the burrow filled with the forms of not only Skyclan's sick, but those injured by Windclan's foolishness. Soon it would be too full for even Dawnglare's chaotic 'organization' to be of use, though he doubted that the medicine cat was worrying about where everything would go, rather if all of it was there. Blearily, he opens his eyes to a rather bright sight, to the point where he cannot tell if it is morning or evening. The snow had often times reflected more light into the dens as of late after all.
"DawAH-SHI-" Something is pressed onto his wounds, presumably to clean them, and his search for the medicine cat is closed rather quickly as his name cuts off into a half curse from the sting. He expects no less from the tom, but its not exactly the best thing to be shocked awake to hours after one nearly took a straight shot to Starclan. The old tom gritted his teeth, tongue making curses only Mother Herself would know in place of anything too loud, anything that may further disturb the peace of Dawnglare's domain.
Though, it couldn't stop one of his back paws from twitching out at nothing like a thumping rabbit.
'But my love, you have been grey since the day I met you.' He narrowly dodges a playful cuff to his ear, mildly startled at the lack of pain before Nora pushes him over. Flowers, there's flowers under their paws, glowing a soft white, just as she'd always described to him. 'I miss you, I miss you every day.' She tells him, flopping down onto her back beside him. 'You...you did the right thing though. We did the right thing.' Morningbird frowns, eyes flickering from her to the bright sky above them, awash with more stars than he's ever seen in his life.
"I did the right thing...but I can't stay here Nora. You know that, I am not done.' He gets to his paws, shaking off flower petals from his fur. She merely turns over, laying in a more proper manner for speaking with him. 'You aren't...Morningbird.' The name sounds awkward on her tongue, he'd never had the chance to hear her say it in life. 'I wonder if I'll ever get used to these two part names, perhaps...you could ask that nice young man, oh what was his name...well maybe you can ask him what he would've named me? If I made it?' She gives a wave of her paw, gesturing her intentions as she always did.
'Blazestar, I'll ask him when I find my way back. I promise.'
'Good, now get going! You have a visitor!'
Morningbird had to be carried into the medicine den, the burrow filled with the forms of not only Skyclan's sick, but those injured by Windclan's foolishness. Soon it would be too full for even Dawnglare's chaotic 'organization' to be of use, though he doubted that the medicine cat was worrying about where everything would go, rather if all of it was there. Blearily, he opens his eyes to a rather bright sight, to the point where he cannot tell if it is morning or evening. The snow had often times reflected more light into the dens as of late after all.
"DawAH-SHI-" Something is pressed onto his wounds, presumably to clean them, and his search for the medicine cat is closed rather quickly as his name cuts off into a half curse from the sting. He expects no less from the tom, but its not exactly the best thing to be shocked awake to hours after one nearly took a straight shot to Starclan. The old tom gritted his teeth, tongue making curses only Mother Herself would know in place of anything too loud, anything that may further disturb the peace of Dawnglare's domain.
Though, it couldn't stop one of his back paws from twitching out at nothing like a thumping rabbit.
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