It's Hard Like This.. (Sora only)

[Midnight]

Mistymoon lay in her nest, except it wasn't in the warriors' den as usual, it was in the medicine den. She'd been stuck there for about a moon for her nose had been burned away by a monster on a thunderpath. The monster's round things that seemed to be what made it move had rushed past and barely touched her nose, but it was enough to rub it right off.

Mistymoon sighed, clearly bored and stuffy. She got out of her nest and padded out of the medicine den, happy to be where the air was even the slightest bit fresher. "Any cat want to go for a walk?" She called weakly. Mistymoon hardly dared leave the medicine den because she knew she'd be stared at with pity, curiosity, and many others by her Clanmates. She didn't want that. She wanted to feel like she was the same old Mistymoon, but the warrior knew it wasn't happening. Mistymoon couldn't hunt without her sense of smell, and she disliked- and wasn't good at- battling. Mistymoon had become useless as a warrior. I guess the only thing I've got left is to become a queen or something.. Let's just hope that no kits realize I'm different now. Mistymoon decided.

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Graveltail bounded out of the warriors den after a nice, afternoon nap. The clearing was nice and warm with the sun bathing all of the cats who were currently out sharing tongues, leading a patrol, or hunting. It was a nice day out, a clear, blue sky, barley any clouds... The perfect day. A voice rose over outside of the Medicine Cat's den, his mate's voice, Mistymoon's voice. He padded over to his mate and rubbed up against her. "Sure, I'd love to dear." He answered. Graveltail sat down, and lifted his tail over Mistymoon's shoulder. She's so lovely... He told himself.

[Midnight]

Mistymoon purred, "Great, Graveltail.." She flicked her tail, "Wherever you want to walk is fine with me." She always felt comfortable around her mate; she didn't have to fear that the lost skin off her nose was going to get her bad attention or that she'd be liked any less for it when she was around Graveltail. Mistymoon flicked her tail, waiting for him to lead.

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"Okay," He purred "How far do you want to go?" He finished. He had already started walking up to the camp entrance, staying at the right pace so he wouldn't be rude to his mate. As soon as he reached the entrance, he stopped in his tracks, turned, and sat down, waiting for Mistymoon to come over. In this time, he started grooming his jet black fur, just as always, when he wants to wait anyways. He could hear to strokes of his rough tongue, gliding slowly along his slippery fur. He could hear the cats chattering like a bunch of squirrels in his camp, the wind whispering through the camp as it passed, he could hear everything. In front of him he saw his tongue, and paws. but, he also saw the small grains of sand huddling together, to make a sea of tan over the camp ground.

[Midnight]

Mistymoon followed. She could make out words in the camp, but tried to ignore them. They said 'this mouse smells so good!', 'I love the scents the leaf-fall brings!', and many others. They hurt the warrior, making her want out of camp even more. Mistymoon's walk turned into a run and she passed her mate and kept running. Didn't stop until she was in the middle of the territory and was very tired. Mistymoon let out a yowl of anger and sadness. She flopped down on some undergrowth. The leaves under her crunched and were barely soft anymore. The thought that she may have worried her mate horribly didn't occur to Mistymoon until now.

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Graveltail whipped around as his mate shot past him into the deep forest. I feel so bad for her... He told himself. He sprinted out into the forest after her and tried to pick up her scent, or he could look at the deep paw prints, and shoved aside plants. He slowed to a medium fast trot and thrust his head from side to side, looking for Mistymoon. A bit away, maybe a length of seven teen tails away, he saw her laid out into the dark, soft, undergrowth. "You alright?" He yelled out to her, voice full of worry for his mate. "It's alright," He padded closer to her "don't listen to them. You don't need to smell everything, as long as you try. I know you can do it if you just believe." Graveltail finished off, putting all pride from himself, into his voice for his mate to use for herself.

[Midnight]

"I can't scent anything at all, though..." Mistymoon replied, looking up at Graveltail. She heaved herself up, "I'm sorry, Graveltail.. I don't mean to worry you, I just have a hard time handling the accident with the twoleg monster." She gulped and shuddered at the thought. Blood... So much blood I can hardly believe I lived. Mistymoon sighed and flicked her tail, "I suppose I should just be glad I'm alive, though... So many cats actually get hit by monsters and die. My nose was scraped right off, but I was lucky that I wasn't in the monster's path or my destiny would have been completely different.." I'd be dead now and wouldn't be able to have kits.. She thought, starting to cheer up a bit as she thought of what did happen compared to what could have happened.