Post by . s p o r e l e t t ♪ on Apr 3, 2011 21:16:11 GMT -6
Padding sedately through the cool greenleaf night, her side resting against Lizardeye's warm flank as the two detoured around puddles and walked through the rain-damp peat that permeated their entire territory, Brindlepelt was content to say nothing until they reached camp, finding that she felt comfortable in the tom's presence for the first time within memory. Instead of speaking, she listened to the sound of the night-insects and frogs that hid all around them, concentrated on the cool feeling of the mud underpaw and the light of the stars filtering from above the trees.
She could just about feel Lizardeye's heart beating against her fur, and could hear the sound of his breathing near her ear. It was surprisingly peaceful to hear these things, to just notice them and not feel the need to fill the break in the conversation with explanations of what went on in her mind. Most cats expected these things of her, and it was a relief to have that pressure removed if she simply didn't have anything that she felt she needed to say.
Presently they arrived back at camp, and Brindlepelt carefully transferred the full weight of her body back to her own paws, reluctant to arrive back at camp while leaning on Lizardeye for support. She wasn't certain if it was so that others wouldn't mistakenly assume she had been injured, or simply because she didn't want to appear feeble in the eyes of her Clanmates for her inability to walk back under her own power. Inside herself, she knew both to be true. "I do try," she commented, steadying herself on her paws as Lizardeye prepared to depart. "The night after this will be fine. I look forward to it, Lizardeye."
So saying, the dappled she-cat dipped her head and padded across camp, limping only slightly as she went.
ooc: Aha, Brindlepelt closing post! Oh God this thread took six months. At least we made it to the second page. :'D