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Pineflurry watched as she made herself a mess. Poor cat looked as though she'd just seen a ghost, or a bear instead of two cats huddling for warmth. Turning his gaze on Chestnutpaw, he nudged her forward. All he was capable of doing was fighting, and clearly, this cat was nothing to worry about. Camilia was a mess and no threat to them. If she turned out to be, Pineflurry was sure he could take her easily. "See..see what you can do." Out of his depth, he stepped aside, leaving room for the pupil to squeeze past him, but his gaze turned, curiously, towards the newcomer panicking.
The hushed voice confused the young Pupil, causing her to lean forward a bit under the protection of Pineflurry, but she remained still as she tried to make out a voice that sounded somewhat familiar. As soon as the she-cat came closer into vision, Chestnutpaw was able to see the familiar sight of Camillia. The pupil's mind immediately began to analyze the she-cat, her pale green eyes bouncing from the she-cat's head to her tail for any visible wounds. It wasn't until Pineflurry's voice rang out, snapping the young she-cat out of her head and to the present. She didn't hesitate any further, leaping out from the small space that Pineflurry left her to reach the Soilder's side. "Camillia." She spoke up with relief, her expression serious as she assessed the she-cat more intimately. It was clear that the Soilder wasn't visibly wounded, but she was shaken up and it was from more than just the cold.
"Pineflurry, I need your help." She called back to him, her tone commanding yet gentle as she went into full work-mode, pressing her small body against Camillia, her tongue gazing the surface of the she-cat's frozen pelt. They had to work hard to keep the she-cat warm. "It's okay Camillia, you are safe." The pupil spoke, her voice steady and calm as she reassured her. As she noted the uneven breathing, Chestnutpaw turned back to Pineflurry, her tail pointing at the she-cat's body before moving under the she-cat's head, lifting it up high. The position helped open up her air ways. "Follow my breathing." She commanded gently, taking in a deep breath before exhaling slowly and repeating the motion, waiting for Camillia to follow in suit.
Pineflurry, confused as to what she needed him to do but willing to help in any way, stepped up. His tail twitched with anxiety, but otherwise, he didn't show his feelings. Standing frozen, it was a blessing when Chestnutpaw motioned for him to take a warmer position beside the cat. Black and white fur pressed close to the grey-ish white, his tongue darted out to try and help warmer her. His eyes searched for the Pupil's watching as she worked and wondering if there was anything else. But he refused to speak, not wishing to pull Camilia's attention away from Chestnutpaw and risk making things worse, if that was possible.
The voice barely made it through her mind. She barely heard it at first. She could hardly breathe. Was this what drowning felt like? As the almost inaudible voice continued, Camellia found it became clearer. She felt . . . warmer. Something was grazing the surface of her spinning mind, calming her. Like the sun after a terrible rainstorm. Barely aware of what was going on around her, she leaned into the touch.
Safe?
Her mind cleared slightly, allowing her to notice the tail lifting her head. Most times, she would recoil at such a touch, but she was too panicked and wired to care. Follow . . . Follow what? She lagged behind for a moment. Breathe. And so she did. After what seemed like hours of suffocation, she finally took air into her lungs. Her head wasn’t spinning as much. Though her tears hadn’t stopped yet. She was now more aware of her surroundings than before, aware of the two surrounding her, aware of the echoey sound of the cave, aware of her heart slowing. She could feel dull embarrassment.
“I’m sorry.” She said as if out of breathe, and honestly, she was. Her voice was dim, soft, teetering on the edge of emotionless. She was exhausted. She was tired. She was upset and embarrassed and all these other feelings she couldn’t name. “I’m sorry.” Camellia repeated. But she didn’t try to move away.
The young pupil could feel the change in breathing patterns as Camellia began to finally follow her lead. Relief flooded in Chestnutpaw, but she knew better than to celebrate early. She stayed focus on her own breathing, keeping it steady for the she-cat to follow. "Don't be sorry, there is nothing to be sorry for." Chestnutpaw breathed calmly, feeling her own previous nerves slowly phase out as she placed her Witch hat on. She looked back to watch as Pineflurry worked to keep the she-cat warm, offering him a small smile of gratitude before turning her attention back to Camellia "You are doing great." She spoke earnestly, the smile on her muzzle translating clearly in her tone as she remained under Camellia's chin, holding it up as Camellia continued to regain control of her breathing.
Pineflurry knew this she-cat, but couldn't for the life of him remember interacting with her. Camilia was a mystery to him, one he was glad Chestnutpaw knew how to deal with. He'd take the pupil's guidance at this moment, no questions asked. Beginning a light pur to try and give some comfort, the tuxedo tom locked eyes with Chestnutpaw, a little surprised at the little one's authority but grateful none the less. To think, he'd just been scolding her moments ago and now she was the one in charge and taking the lead.
The pupil's words were comforting, reassuring, and gave her a feeling she hadn't felt in a while. Finally getting a hold of herself, Camellia pulled her head away. "Thank you—" She said, voice still broken. Something about the blizzard gave her the feeling of drowning--strangely. She felt trapped, felt as if it was just piling up and sucking her down. Something about the feeling was familiar, and for a moment cold water sucked at her pelt.
"I'm sorry for intruding—I mean. . ." Her paws shifted nervously. She was still stuck in between the two, savoring their warmth. Should she move? She didn't want too. "Thank you, again."
Chestnutpaw pulled back, feeling the stability in the warrior grow as she began to speak again. Chestnutpaw found herself relaxing, relief allowing the she-cat to step back from her authoritative Witch cap. She sat back, allowing Camellia to have the space she needs, but still close enough to her side just in case she was still needed. Her pale green gaze found Pineflurry's for a moment, mouthing the words "Thank you." before turning her attention back to the she-cat.
"I am glad you found shelter, it's getting bad out there." Chestnutpaw spoke up calmly, her eyes darting off to the entrance for a moment "We have to wait it out for things to calm down before we can get back to camp. For now, we have to keep each other company."
Pineflurry eyed the she-cat between them. "Yes, shelter. One I all but dragged our dear Pupil into. Do you need a reminder about how dangerous blizzards are as well?" It was all in good nature, his way of looking out for the younger cats in his care. Though he may have just undid all the work Chestnutpaw had put in with his harsh and judging tone. Blue eyes turned on Chestnutpaw, the glare of disappointment back from earlier. He'd be finishing that lecture.
Camellia nodded quickly, getting to her paws and shaking out her pelt. “Oh—alright.” Her voice was quiet, almost unheard because of the howling wind. She thought herself to be bad company. She was a bad conversationalist after all and never knew exactly what to say. “Alright.” Camellia repeated, voice trailing off. She turned her attention to Pineflurry, feeling her awkwardness grow. “No—you don’t, I promise.” She turned her gaze down in shame. She should have been paying attention.
The last of her confidence faded as Pineflurry's judgmental gaze fell on hers. Her ears flatten back with a bought of embarrassment. As much as she was learning and growing into her position, she was still young and it showed in that moment. "Well, I am just happy we are all safe." Chestnutpaw spoke out, her words quivering slightly as she fought to maintain the warrior's gaze but ultimately failed, turning then instead to Camellia "What were you doing out in the Blizzard?"
Pineflurry turned his gaze from Chestnutpaw to Camilia, curious as well and wanting an explanation as to why she'd been pout in this blizzard. Really they were lucky they'd found shelter at all. Pineflurry being lucky he'd found Chestnutpaw with her partial deafness in both ears. It would seem the Gods were looking upon them in favor at the moment. He sent a silent thank you up to both of them for this small blessing. They were all safe, a little chilled but safe.
Camellia hung her head, feeling strangely guilty. “I . . . Well . . . I’m not sure. I was just trying to hunt for a bit—guess I didn’t notice much before it was too late.” She shivered, partially due to the cold. “I am sorry for causing so much trouble.” Her paws fidgeted. “What about—what about you two?” She tilted her head curiously.
