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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 2:01 am
Hawkheather sat on the border of RiverClan and SkyClan, her paw pads tingling with excitement. She couldn't wait for the little apprentice to show up~
She smiled at that thought considering he was not small at all, he should be a warrior by now but his mentor had passed due to the sickness and then they had to move. She hoped that he got his warrior name soon, he more than deserved it.
She got close to the rivers edge and peered in. She was careful not to cast her shadow into the water for it may scare the fish, just as her apprentice had sho-
Her what?
Her apprentice?
She let out a small snort and shook her head. She had no right to put a claim on the male. Even if he was one of the best males she's ever known..
Even if he didn't mind her scars, her past.
She smacked the water with such force it splashed back and drenched her pelt. She let out a small hiss and hung her head.
Oh Pebblepaw, I hope you get here soon..
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 12:37 pm
Pebblepaw took another hesitant step forward, turning and glancing over one shoulder, rather blatantly looking to see if anyone else was watching.
He was not exactly the most subtle of toms, nor was he naturally inclined to sneaking about or trying to keep any sort of secrets. He wore his heart on his sleeve, as the saying goes. But that only served to make his situation worse.
He had never imagined something like this would happen to him: he didn’t want it to happen, for sure, and nor was he anxious to be trying to hide anything from, or constantly trying to dodge, his clanmates.
But, she was worth it, wasn’t she?
He could feel his fur bristle lightly with anticipation. Yes. She was worth it. Even though he had never wished to put himself in this situation.. And, during his apprenticeship! It only made matters worse. This was a time where he was supposed to be focusing on obedience and training; finding a place and making a name within the order of the Clan. It was a vulnerable time, certainly not one where most cats were willing to stick their necks out.
But, Pebblepaw was different, in a lot of ways, from most of his Clanmates.
Especially the one who he eerily caught eyes with now, just as he had been glancing over his shoulder.
Palefire had been exiting the elder’s den: and the bold, ginger Warrior now fixed the speckled apprentice with the heavy weight of his gaze.
“Where are you off to alone, Pebblepaw?”
There was curiosity in the tom’s tone, but as of yet, not accusation. Palefire was strict, but he also openly trusted his Clanmates. Making Pebblepaw feel all the worse about what he was about to say.
“Oh- I was just, heading out to gather some more moss for the Elders. Like I heard you mention to Finchpaw earlier..”
He could feel a lump rise in his throat. He hated this. Absolutely hated it. If he was ever found out.. He would lose his Clanmates’ trust completely, and that was the very last thing he wanted. He was having to weave his way past whatever suspicions Palefire may be hiding, hitting him in the spot where he was weakest: the Elders. The proud ginger tom in front of him was always trying to make sure the Elders were well cared for, and before sunhigh that morning, Pebblepaw had indeed overheard Palefire asking his apprentice, Finchpaw, to aid in gathering some more moss for the Elders.
Now, that golden gaze watched him, unwavering, and Pebblepaw did his best to keep the his own blue eyes so steadily fixed as well: standing a little bit taller and doing his best to relay sincerity, despite how low his heart had sunk. He would have to make sure to actually bring back some moss later, at least in order to keep his word and make himself feel a bit less guilty.
Finally, after what was a horrid few heartbeats for the older apprentice, Palefire gave him a nod,
“Very well,” The tom spoke reassuringly, “Try not to stray too far outside the Camp. We don’t know this area well enough for me to be comfortable letting you wander alone. Alert me of your return, please, so that I don’t have to waste time trying to search for you later, if I do not hear of your return before sundown.”
The tom did not wait for an answer or affirmation, and instead gave a quick turn, flicking his tail as he padded off in the other direction- towards the Warriors’ Den.
Pebblepaw had not realized he had been holding his breath before that moment- and he let it go with such relief, it felt like a weight had literally been lifted from his shoulders. Then, without daring to hesitate a moment longer, and being extremely unwilling to have to lie to another cat, the increasingly muscular apprentice slipped out of the camp.
The further he got from the camp, the more his guilt wore away into an anticipation: an excitement that prickled each one of his nearing paw steps. He couldn’t wait to see Hawkheather again.
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Now, Pebblepaw was scarcely still an apprentice, in any sense. He always already about the size of a bulkier warrior, although he still had some growing to do, and in at least most aspects of maturity, he was already at the level of the older, more experienced cats. Circumstance had forced him to keep his apprentice name for longer than average: he had already passed the examination of his older mentor, and was ready for his warrior ceremony, when their Leader died back in the old homeland. That, alone, was enough to put off his naming, a situation only made worse by the fact that his dear mentor then passed away on the Move.
It was utterly embarrassing, really. Now, he would take it, he would hold his tongue and continue on- he had a new mentor now, and hopefully, it wouldn’t be much longer before he could take his name.
But, by StarClan, he wished he had met Hawkheather while he was a warrior.
He always had to wonder how the older she-cat felt, if she thought his age was off-putting. Not that it would deter him, but he had to wonder. Even if she didn’t think he was mate material (a subject made all the worse by the separation of their Clans), he wanted nothing more than to make the she-cat smile. He loved seeing her smile. Yeah, she had been a bit grumpy at first, but from the moment he saw her, he had seen the other side- the cheery, fun side he had worked to bring out. It was all so worth it.
A thought only enforced further as he looked at her now.
She was.. breathtaking. Literally. The lighter brown stripes of her pelt were highlighted by the glowing reflection of the water: the entirely of her long, beautiful pelt catching that light in such a wonderful manner. Her eyes were intense, focused, glowing with a creamy, soft yellow tone that only further relayed her intelligence and thoughtfulness.
The scar on her face never subtracted from her appearance- not to him. It was a sign of strength, not necessarily physically, but emotionally. She had struggled, and she had survived, in her own way. The scar only added to his fondness of her. She had been through so much, and all he wanted to do was make it all better..
.. But was he making it worse?
No, no.. No.
He couldn’t think about that. Now was not the time. He was too excited.
So excited, in fact, it caused him to slip a bit from his low handing tree branch, bark scraping off the side from the quick, reflexive unsheathing of his claws as he caught himself. Indeed, he had crawled up here in hopes of surprising her.. A hope that was now utterly and completely shattered.
A large smile overcame the speckled black-and-white cat’s features as the bark fell straight into the water with a conspicuous plop
He couldn’t hold back the nervous chuckle, his cover blown, but he ran with it.
“Hey Hawkheather!” he announced, “I don’t think I’ll ever feel..” He took a nervous step forward, wobbled a bit, then attempted to straighten himself with some air of dignity, “As comfortable up here as you always seem to..”
The funny thing was, he wasn’t even that high up.. Maybe a couple of foxlengths.
Then, he lowered himself, bunching up his limbs in a manner that implied that he was obviously about to jump. And maybe make a total fool of himself. But hopefully not… he had some confidence.
Without waiting to gather a reaction from her, the tom flung himself off the tree branch, through the air, landing with his front paws down and just in front of the she-cat, but directly, and with a loud smack, right into the river.. Making sure she got good and wet.
But geeze, he hadn’t expected that dive to hurt so much.
Eventually, his head arose from underneath the water of the river, surfacing with a half gasp-half laugh,
“I- ... That actually hurt!” But, his wide smile kept, and he complained no more, now paddling expertly through the water, circling around the front of the hazel she-cat, obviously proud of the success of his splash, and a honest amusement never leaving the reflection of his icy blue eyes.
“You already looked like you were wet. So, I figured I’d make it worse.. You didn’t go swimming without me, did you?”
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 8:55 pm
Hawkheather stiffened and her spine hair stood on end for a second at the sound of claws catching on bark behind her. She knew it was him right after due to that sound he made. That wonderful sound of him chuckling. That brought a smile to her face instantly. She turned up to him and smiled.
“Hey Hawkheather! I don’t think I’ll ever feel..” She watched as he took a step forward, she stood up on her hind legs and stretched upwards. "Pebblepaw...please be careful.." She sat back on her back legs and watched as he straightened up. “As comfortable up here as you always seem to..”
She was watching nervously as he bunched his muscles and got ready to jump. He sailed through the air and landed right into the water in front of her. She got to her paws and rushed forward, hoping he hadn't hurt himself. Did he just say it did hurt? What she did hear was the end of him saying something. “-without me, did you?” She was wet anyways but went straight for the tom, who appeared from the water and circled in front of her, swimming around.
He was a hefty cat, almost her size, but he was still growing. She grabbed him by the scruff and tried to drag him out of the water. She was going to go over him, and make sure he was okay.
"Don't move.. Let me check you." She stared into his eyes for a second, those chips of ice. She hoped she hadn't angered him but she didn't want him hurt. She nosed through his fur, from his head to tail, making sure no bones were broken. She then gently proceeded to take each paw gently in between her teeth to see if they might be damaged. When she was satisfied in knowing nothing was broken she rested her head against his and closed her eyes. Breathing in that scent of his. She couldn't place it but it was of water and something else. She then realized all of her fur was on end, she must have terrified him. Hawkheather laid all of her fur flat, and had to try twice on her tail.
"Please, don't..do that again. You do not have to prove anything.." She rubbed her muzzle against his for a second before turning and trotting over to the waters edge. "We came heer today to go swimming right?"
She hesitantly looked over her shoulder at him. Hoping she didn't freak him out enough to have him leave her. Hopefully he would stay here with her. She turned and bounced once in the water. "You're still wet but..payback.." She hit the water with her paw and watched as it hit the tom.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:09 am
By the time Pebblepaw realized what the hazel-toned she-cat was doing, it was already too late. Oh, of course he tried to duck away, but she was too quick, snatching him up by the scruff with reflexes equivalent to a RiverClan fishercat.
“Hey – Hey!” Pebblepaw laughed in response to being drawn from the water, pawing at the river’s surface as if it was somehow going to help him. Hawkheather not only had the higher and much more sturdy ground, but even though he was heavy for his age, she still managed to best him in height.. Hopefully not for much longer. So, even though he knew his playful struggling would end up being futile, he still squirmed in her grasp, wiggling his neck and flailing his paws until he was dragged all the way onto the bank.
"Don't move.. Let me check you."
He gathered himself and turned towards her with the wide blue of his eyes dancing, humored. “What? Check me? What for--?” His sentence was cut short by the chill that spread over his body, exiting through the prickling of his paws: all from Hawkheather’s cool pressing of her nose down against his skin, lightly parting his fur. His head swerved to watch her examine him, shock easily showing through in his expression, his eyes following the press of her nose.
Honestly, yes, he was rather shocked by it. But, not off put.. Actually, he was rather flattered. To know that she cared about him that much, enough to drag him right out of the water and check him from head to toe: no butts, it didn’t matter that he knew he was fine. But her actions were nothing but a large compliment, one that meant more to him than anything any cat could say.
Especially since it was coming from Hawkheather, a beautiful she-cat he once believed would never even bat an eyelash at him. Even after his persistence had gotten her to speak, she had never shown him any sort of affection. Which, really, he considered this to be.
When she finished checking the state of his bones, he caught her leaning down to take hold of his paw, and Pebblepaw took a reflexive step back.
“Woah.. Hawkheather, you don’t need to-” Nope, apparently, she did- and he didn’t dare try to resist a second time, rather, picked his front paw up rather awkwardly, then gave a small laugh as she took the pad between her teeth.
“That tickles!” He gasped quickly, and it took everything in him no to squirm away or laugh, and instead, did his best to hold still and let the she-cat finish; raising each of his paws for her as she went.
When she was finished, he looked at her expectedly. Waiting for some sort of comment, and honestly still rather in shock by what had just happened. How much care she had put into everything, and for something so small..
But she never said anything. Instead, she just leaned in, and pressed her head against his.
In that moment, all the shock melted away into something that just felt completely natural, and his expression softened as his jaw parted with a small, humble couple of chuckles. Time stood still for that short moment, with how close she was, how her sent lingered around him in that moment.. But, as soft and wondrous as it was, it came to an end too quickly, with her pulling back in order to lay down her fur.
He gave a broad smile. He hadn’t even noticed it before, but was still to wonderstruck at the moment to come up with any other sort of comment about it: she looked fine regardless.
"Please, don't..do that again. You do not have to prove anything.."
He blinked over at her, his charming amusement shining over his features as he offered her a short purr, “I’ll probably have a hard time remembering that.” It was half way a joke, but the other half was the honest truth. He was an apprentice still, of course he felt like he had something to prove! He was sure there were plenty of handsome toms in Skyclan, all wanting to win over Hawkheather’s affections.. He readily welcomed the brushing of her muzzle against his, but it wasn’t until they broke contact that his most recent thought process snuck up on him like a ShadowClan cat.
Were there other toms in SkyClan that had an eye for Hawkheather? Surely there had to be. Of course, he couldn’t help wonder if there was some larger, older tom in SkyClan she was interested in.. But, with the way she had just acted with him, surely he was above those other toms in some way, right? She didn’t act that way around everyone.. And she put herself on the line every time she snuck out here to meet him.
So maybe there was some hope from him?
And with a cold, wet wave, all those thoughts were gone.
Pebblepaw gasped again, those blue eyes flashing up to her in a ‘oh-no-you-didn’t’ manner. But of course, she had: she had slashed him.
He didn’t get his revenge, not yet.. Instead, he pressed his stomach to the ground, sneaking forward to the riverbank, letting his front paws and head hang just out over the side, laying down as he watched her swim.
“You make for a much better swimmer than I do a tree climber,” he mewed, “But I- Woah! Look at that fish, he’s huge!” He moved eagerly, front paws taking a few excited skips along the side of the bank, although his back legs lazily did not follow, but his tail still gesturing enthusiastically to the location of the fish.
Or, it would have, had there actually been one.
Maybe it was a bit kit-ish, but he felt like he had set up a good enough moment before hand to trick her.. And as soon as her attention was taken by the mysterious “fish”. He was going to lower one paw down and shove her under the water: nothing brutal, just a quick, innocent bobbing of her head.
And just afterwards, Pebblepaw slipped himself into the rippled, confused surface of the lake, moving his long body with the usual grace of RiverClan, sliding into the water without disturbing it any more than it already was. He ducked straight under the water, swimming under the she-cat so that he rose again in the middle of the river: it may have come across as another showy attempt to try and impress her, but it wasn’t at all. Not this time, he really didn’t have a reason for doing it.. Or maybe it was some inadvertent attempt to get a little but further away from her, so that she couldn’t immediately try and get her revenge again..
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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2014 2:21 am
She was swimming. It was difficult when you weren't used to it, but she was doing it. "All RiverClan cats must have webbed paws!" She joked, she knew they didn't but she still messed with him. The water was no longer uncomfortable to her, and her fur was thick enough she couldn't feel the cold unless she stayed in for too long. Her fur wasn't as water resistant as Pebblepaw's though. Water rolled right off of his coat, with helped him dry off so much faster than she did. But she was happy swimming. She glanced over as Pebblepaw wiggled up to the edge and a smiled started to force a way upon her face.
“You make for a much better swimmer than I do a tree climber,” She let out a purr at the compliment. “But I- Woah! Look at that fish, he’s huge!” He jumped to his paws and dashed a little way down the bank. The male then got into the river and swam towards her. She was looking for the fish when she knew he dived beneath her, as one of her paws brushed Pebblepaw's fur as she kicked to not be carried by the current. He came up beside her as she lowered her muzzle, trying to see through the water. "Where did you see it Pebblepaw? I can't see it at al-"
Her words turned into a gasp as she felt his paw land on her head. He pushed her with just enough force that her head that she went under. Water rushed into her mouth and into her lungs instead of the air she was just breathing. The sudden feeling of water scared her and she stopped turning her paws in the water for just a split second, and the current of the river caught hold of her. She panicked. Never in her life did she panic for her own safety as she did now. She trashed out with all of strength, trying to steady herself, I need to find the surface!
Her lungs burned at the intrusion of water, and the need of air. She felt her head strike something and she reeled and thank StarClan, the surface! She pushed with her remaining strength, her muscles tiring with exhaustion. As soon as she broke the surface she gasped for air. She swam for the closest shore and kicked out for it. “Hawkheather!” She turned her head and saw Pebblepaw racing up the shore towards her. As she reached the shore she tried getting out of the water but collapsed.
Nuh huh. No way was she looking weak in front of him. She forced her legs to work, her muscles screaming at her in pain. Somehow she stood on all four paws and found her way to the nearest clump of ferns. Thankfully they were still inside SkyClan territory, if barely. She collapsed under the leaves and sputtered water out of her lungs. “Hawkheather!” He said as he reached her. She rested her head and closed her eyes, if but for just a second. She needed to stay awake though, but she felt her lids come crashing closed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 10:09 pm
Something wasn’t right.
Pebblepaw realized this with an empty falling of his chest.
Obviously, something was very wrong.
When he arose, Hawkheather’s head had not broken the surface again. Some dumb part of him hoped it was because she was trying to prank him back.. But, he knew that wasn’t it, he knew he had messed up.
He had been so mousebrained! He should know that he couldn’t treat Hawkheather like a Riverclan cat! She was a great swimmer, for when she had started learning.. But pushing her under had taken it too far.
Panic set in, and his mind froze over, even though his body started in a brisk swim over towards where she had been—where he could now see the dark form of the beautiful she cat being carried away by the current of the river.
The dread was building in him, making it feel like he had rocks tied to his paws.
Still, somehow, by some amazing grace of Starclan, Hawkheather managed to break the surface of the water on her own.
He felt the faintest, but most-welcome little pulse of relief when he saw her paws successfully take hold of the shore. He caught his breath in fact, managing to gather his senses just enough to make a few quick and powerful strokes towards the shoreline, charging towards the she-cat as fast as his strong legs would take him.
“Hawkheather?”
His voice rose rather shakily, and for so many reasons.
He was so nervous that she could be seriously hurt. He was so afraid that she would be angry. That she would never want to see him again. All because of one stupid, silly little mistake. All because he had accidently took their play a bit too far.
He took note of the way she struggled, and he knew, even with how much it emotionally felt like he was being weighted down, that she was literally trying to drag herself forward. If he wasn’t so busy devoting all his attention to how much he was worried about her, he would completely hate himself right now.
He saw her collapse into some ferns just as he began to approach, resulting in a nervous pinning of his ears, his eyes watching her chest, making sure she was still breathing as he approached. And, even though he knew how painful it was, he was glad to see her spit up the water she had taken in.
“Hawkheather!”
He found himself calling again as he neared, his voice hesitant now as he came to stop only a tail-length from her. His chest pounding from his race and his eyes fretful, the icy blue pools as wide as they could get. There could have been a fox chewing on his tail at that point, and he never even would have noticed, his lingering eyes and frantic thoughts were too focused on Hawkheather.
He laid down beside her, pushing himself close: her pelt clung to water, and the last thing he wanted was for her to be cold on top of anything else. Still, he did so with some amount of reserve. If she was too displeased with him, if he was any sign of anger: a pinning of her ears or, certainly, some sort of hiss, he would back away immediately… Immediately once he knew she was okay.
She would have to deal with him until then.
But no matter how fast his own heart was pounding, or how nervous he actually was, he kept his voice steady and light, if only to help comfort her.
“No—No, Hawkheather. Don’t let your eyes close, stay with me please?” The last thing she needed to do is pass out. One thing Riverclan cats knew well was how to help after a near-drowning. They spent so much time in the water, it was bound to happen eventually. If she closed her eyes, if her consciousness slipped away from him, Pebblepaw had seen it happen too often that those cats would begin to shake—and that would be when the Medicine Cat would take over completely.
So, he nuzzled his head just against hers, nudging it gently and licking her chest a few quick times, then, her shoulders, anything to dry her off.
“Hawkheather?” he questioned, “If you still feel like you have water in your chest, try raising your hips, if you can..” If she couldn’t, he would help in a second, “It will help drain the water..” He paused with his licking while he spoke, still pressed close to her, and looking down now with a soft, still-ever concerned gaze. But he had forced himself to calm and think, him being frantic and scrambled minded would not help anything.
He gave her one quick, supportive lick on the forehead, then continued to try and dry her.
“You, are one of the strongest cats I have ever known.”
Maybe it didn’t mean a lot, considering his younger age, but it was true to him. And he admired her endlessly for it. Most cats would not have been strong enough to drag themselves out of the water, or away from the shoreline, or even to stay awake as long as she had. And without mewing or whining, at that. He could only beg Starclan that she was still awake. He was too busy trying to warm her up to glance back down at her.. But, he if needed to, he would carry her back to the Skyclan camp himself.. If he could find it.
..She was better off just staying awake..
He also had to be hope that she was not cross, or totally put-off, by him. It would hurt him endlessly, and he had no doubt it would show at any sign of harshness from her.
The idea of it gave him pause again, now utterly overwhelmed by his guilt. He still didn’t understand how he could have done this. He sighed deeply, leaning his head against her side her a moment as he closed his own eyes, “I’m so sorry.” He mewed softly, solemn sincerity radiating from every part of him.
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Black VVinter Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 10:44 pm
She felt warmth against her fur.
It must be Pebblepaw pushing against her, which was good, for she needed the warmth. She tried opening her eyes but she felt exhausted. Her lids were too heavy for her to open. She tried speaking but all that came out was more water. His voice when he called her name sounded so scared for her.
“No—No, Hawkheather. Don’t let your eyes close, stay with me please?” She tried for him again, but it was hopeless.
"-try raising your hips, if you can..” Raise my hips? She struggled with her body, trying to figure out what was where. She was on her side. “It will help drain the water..” She heard him say. Yes, she thought to herself, It would. She struggled trying to turn onto her stomach. She felt Pebblepaw push with her, steadying her and helping her move her body upright. With this she coughed up more water. She coughed a few times more, hoping all the water was out. She couldn't feel anymore in her lungs with those last few coughs. She sighed inwardly in relief. Hawkheather then felt Pebblepaw's tongue rasp against her head and she stopped breathing for a second.
Oh Starclan.
She hadn't let Pebblepaw this close. She never really was close enough for even constant contact, every now and then they'd brush pelts for a second, but the biggest thing to date was her rubbing her muzzle along his for a few mere seconds.
But this was nice. She never allowed herself to get close for fear of pain. For the fear of betrayal.
For the fear of rejection.
But she knew after this she'd want to brush up against him more often. Find reasons to get close.
Hawkheather realized he was licking her then. Constantly. He was trying to dry her off. She laid there and allowed Pebblepaw to dry her fur.
“You, are one of the strongest cats I have ever known.”
How had this apprentice managed to stop the flow of air into her lungs with actions or even words? That compliment...wow. Even if she could speak she'd be silent, there would be nothing to say to that. Her ears felt hot with embarrassment as she lay there. Her pride was hurt sure, but she felt something else which had confused her. She never let anyone this close to her. Not only was she letting him close, she was breaking rules to do so.
She just felt so much more at ease with this cat. Pebblepaw was kinda everything she looked for in a tom. Why couldn't he be born in SkyClan?
Why couldn't cats in different Clans fall in love with each other?
Love..?
Surely love wasn't bringing them here. Right? Hawkheather was still young, and Pebblepaw was even younger. She had at least six moons on him. At least. She brushed the thought of love away. She didn't know what love felt like, so why think this is it.?
She tried opening her eyes once again to look at the tom. They opened slowly, but they obeyed. He wasn't looking at her, but she could see the worry in his eyes. She closed her eyes again and checked her body. She felt better than what she had, but nowhere near normal. She was warmer for sure though. He was full of worry though.
That look in his eyes. What if he was thinking he shouldn't come around anymore? What if he thought it would be better to stay away? She felt him push his head into her side and sit there for a moment.
“I’m so sorry.” He said in the lowest of voices.
She opened her eyes and stared at him. Oh Pebblepaw, it wasn't your fault. I know that. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out but a breath of air. She needed to reassure him. Let him know it was an accident. She needed to get better at swimming is all.
She tried purring. At first it was nothing but a low rumble in her chest but she kept trying. It took a little but it turned into something she didn't do for any other cat besides her sister. When she was a kit others picked on her for how loud she got when purring, so she only let out tiny starts. Those were the lowest and weren't used often.
She tried moving her tail. This was not as hard as trying to control her legs or even eyes at that matter. She moved it until it rested on top of Pebblepaw's tail. She blinked but forced her tired eyes open. She needed him to know it's okay. She hoped he wouldn't leave her alone after this. That'd hurt her so much. Especially if this was love.
StarClan help her. if it was, she'd continue sneaking out to see him. It'd hurt her other wise.
She brushed this off her mind one more time, right now all that mattered was hoping he understood she didn't blame him. Not one bit. If only she were a better swimmer she wouldn't of gone under.
She coughed a few times, interrupting the purring but she tried to speak..
"Pebblepaw.." She coughed again, spitting up hopefully what was the rest of the water in her lungs. Last time she was wrong, but hopefully this time there was no more water. "I promise to become a better swimmer.." Her voice was quiet but she hoped he could hear the playful tone she tried putting into it. That or she hoped he'd look at her, see in her eyes she didn't blame him, or see that she wasn't mad. She needed to rest, she wasn't going to die, but she did need sleep. She wanted to make sure he was okay first though.
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