02-08-2019, 01:25 AM
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darling, im lost.
i heard you whispering,
that night in fountain square.
the trash filled streets,
made me wish,
we were headed home.
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i heard you whispering,
that night in fountain square.
the trash filled streets,
made me wish,
we were headed home.
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heron felt like her paws were gonna fall off. and she was not being dramatic even a bit.
they were throbbing and probably bleeding. how long had they even been walking? it could have been a few hours. but also a few days. she lost track.
shed also lost track of where they were going. multiple times. theyd gotten lost like twice. and now the forest was getting less dense and she was ready to admit defeat.
really, were they even sure that swiftclaw could help their mother? he may know a lot about herbs but hes no healer.
should they have just accepted the clans help? did she make a big, fatal mistake in refusing? her heart dropped at that thought.
was she about to kill their mother by being so stubborn?
just as she was about to admit she was wrong and they should turn back, a big, red building came into view.
a barn.
"crow" she breathed, looking to her brother "we're here" finally
she began to walk faster, going into the barn and standing in the doorway.
she could smell a few cats, but none of them really stuck out to her. and she didnt see any of them. maybe they were hiding?
just then a big brown tomcat jumped down from the loft and hissed at the siblings.
herons first reaction was to yelp and rear back, claws extended.
"who are you? what do you want?" he roared, sending chills down herons spine.
"not you i hope" she grumbled "we're looking for swiftclaw.
the tom paused, and walked away. he was gone for a few minutes. or long enough for heron to step inside and sit, getting comfy and grooming crows fur to pick out all of the nasty burrs that made their way into his wild mess of black fluff.
that had become a sort of coping skill, when her anxiety was through the roof.
soon, though, a cat walked out from up in the loft and heron felt her heart drop.
she really did look like him.
did she always have a menacing stare like that, too? or did he just recognize them and want them gone?
they were throbbing and probably bleeding. how long had they even been walking? it could have been a few hours. but also a few days. she lost track.
shed also lost track of where they were going. multiple times. theyd gotten lost like twice. and now the forest was getting less dense and she was ready to admit defeat.
really, were they even sure that swiftclaw could help their mother? he may know a lot about herbs but hes no healer.
should they have just accepted the clans help? did she make a big, fatal mistake in refusing? her heart dropped at that thought.
was she about to kill their mother by being so stubborn?
just as she was about to admit she was wrong and they should turn back, a big, red building came into view.
a barn.
"crow" she breathed, looking to her brother "we're here" finally
she began to walk faster, going into the barn and standing in the doorway.
she could smell a few cats, but none of them really stuck out to her. and she didnt see any of them. maybe they were hiding?
just then a big brown tomcat jumped down from the loft and hissed at the siblings.
herons first reaction was to yelp and rear back, claws extended.
"who are you? what do you want?" he roared, sending chills down herons spine.
"not you i hope" she grumbled "we're looking for swiftclaw.
the tom paused, and walked away. he was gone for a few minutes. or long enough for heron to step inside and sit, getting comfy and grooming crows fur to pick out all of the nasty burrs that made their way into his wild mess of black fluff.
that had become a sort of coping skill, when her anxiety was through the roof.
soon, though, a cat walked out from up in the loft and heron felt her heart drop.
she really did look like him.
did she always have a menacing stare like that, too? or did he just recognize them and want them gone?