Post by ☆ Y e l l o w ☆ on Dec 22, 2009 17:33:30 GMT -6
Silverstripe was doing his best to look completely occupied just staring at his paws, with nothing to do but try to keep his mind off of Dewleaf. He knew she was still standing there, watching him, probably avoiding him as much as he was avoiding her. StarClan only knew what she was really thinking. He thought he knew her well but in times like this he had no idea what was going through her mind. He could try to figure it out but it was the most likely that he would be wrong in his guess. Through all of it, he tried to shove away the sinking feeling in his chest from the unnerving emotions coming from her direction.
So focused on his own thoughts, he hadn't noticed Dewleaf coming toward the fresh-kill pile. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, silent, and almost resembled like a ghost. Sudden awkwardness gripped him. It wasn't natural for them to be so close and not to be speaking. Such a thought reminded him of his early apprenticeship, when he stopped talking with all of his friends in order to focus only on his training. He hadn't realized it was such a lonely time until he and Dewleaf became best friends. And even after that, after he finally returned to his old self and was happy and relaxed again, Dewleaf had been his only friend. They had never gone more than half a day without speaking to each other.
Again, he hadn't noticed her move, wrapped up in his regretful feelings. He slowly moved his gaze to glance at her, but saw she wasn't there. Looking back toward the warriors' den, he saw her and his mood sank even further. But he made an effort to pull himself out of it. If she was as sad as she seemed, he thought gloomily, she could say so instead of walking away. If only he could take his own advice.
"Great!" Graypaw mewed cheerily, padding after his mentor. Today he would be training with Cloverpaw again, he realized, having thought something familiar was going on. "Where's Spottedfur?" he asked Cloverpaw. "Isn't he coming?"
((*Will post with Willowstar tomorrow*))
So focused on his own thoughts, he hadn't noticed Dewleaf coming toward the fresh-kill pile. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, silent, and almost resembled like a ghost. Sudden awkwardness gripped him. It wasn't natural for them to be so close and not to be speaking. Such a thought reminded him of his early apprenticeship, when he stopped talking with all of his friends in order to focus only on his training. He hadn't realized it was such a lonely time until he and Dewleaf became best friends. And even after that, after he finally returned to his old self and was happy and relaxed again, Dewleaf had been his only friend. They had never gone more than half a day without speaking to each other.
Again, he hadn't noticed her move, wrapped up in his regretful feelings. He slowly moved his gaze to glance at her, but saw she wasn't there. Looking back toward the warriors' den, he saw her and his mood sank even further. But he made an effort to pull himself out of it. If she was as sad as she seemed, he thought gloomily, she could say so instead of walking away. If only he could take his own advice.
"Great!" Graypaw mewed cheerily, padding after his mentor. Today he would be training with Cloverpaw again, he realized, having thought something familiar was going on. "Where's Spottedfur?" he asked Cloverpaw. "Isn't he coming?"
((*Will post with Willowstar tomorrow*))