Fragile Broken Things (Eveningbreeze)

[Lightningtrail]

What a shame we all became

(Eveningbreeze I am so sorry for how late this is!))

Wind whipped the gentle colored tom's pelt as he stared out into the forest in front of him. He had been traveling for days, his throat cracking and wheezing in desperate need for water. but, as was to be expected, water was rare in the Dark Forest. And although he could survive without it, it felt much better to have the cool liquid. He breathed a wheezy sigh, his ears giving a flick. He felt old. He looked younger than when he had died all those moons ago. In fact, he looked similarly to how he did when he murdered his first mate. but he did not feel like a young tom. He felt weak and brittle, his bones stiff and angry with his ever step. It was horrible, he had hated being old and useless. At least his fur had grown back to it's full thickness, and his eyes had the sparkle of youth.

He finally spotted water, and the tom raced towards it as quickly as he could. He thrust his head to the water, gulping down the cool liquid. It tasted like sludge, but it was better than having nothing. Once he had drunken all he could, the tom sat back up. His gaze fell to the water, and he wondered whether he was also capable of bringing dreaming felines into his world. With a twitch of his whiskers, he peered into the water, concentrating on the clans. The bottom of the pool shifted and soared until it hovered above a ginger she-cat. The tom smiled. "Her. I want her." With more concentration, he tugged the she-cat into the Dark Forest. This was just a dream, but it would feel real to her. He smirked at her as he waited for her to notice where she was. 

such fragile broken things

[Eveningbreeze]

(OOC: It's okay)

Marigoldpaw had a little of trouble sleeping, many doubts were on her mind about what her other clanmates thought of her. What if all of them were thinking just like Ferretpaw?

Clanmates aren't as important as your family. And Marigoldpaw didn't had any actual family on the clan.

She woke up, her tail flickering nervously. The first thing her green eyes saw was the silver tom smirking at her. Who was he? He looked like a warrior, but she wasn't sure she ever had seen him before. She smiled, she didn't wanted anyone to know her insecure feelings.

"Hello..."-She mewed, still trying to remember if she had met him before. There was something that felt weird about this situation, but she ignored it-"Who are you?"

[Lightningtrail]

What a shame we all became

While observing the she-cat, Cinderfeather noticed her tail flick and tilted his head slightly. Was she nervous, or was it something else? He had no real way of knowing, but it did not matter at this point. He would train her to be fearless and confident. It would take a lot of work, he accepted that. It seemed that many younger cats struggled with the difference between being confident and being a jerk. He would make sure that this she-cat was as gallant as he had been while he was living. but first, he had to make sure that she would not fear him in any way. This barrier was often broken with conversation and explanation, a method Cinderfeather enjoyed.

"Hello," He mewed back, sitting down as to appear less threatening. "My name is Cinderfeather, and I am a fallen LeafClan warrior from long ago. What is your name?" he prompted gently. He was hoping that she would be a timid creature, as the rash and loud were much more difficult to tame than the scared and pitiful. 

such fragile broken things

[Eveningbreeze]

Marigoldpaw's eyes widened. A fallen warrior? Did that mean he was from StarClan or something?

"My name is Marigoldpaw"-She answered, trying to seem more confident. She realized the movements of her tail and made an effort to stop it.-"Nice to meet you, Cinderfeather..."

She stared at him, curious. "Why are you here? I'm not from your clan, and I'm not exactly the most special cat here neither"