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How long had it been? A Day? Days? A week? Honestly she wasn't sure. She could still remember the feeling of Omega's blood as it soaked into her. Still hear the sound of her mate calling her name, the terror in voice as he ran to her side but wasn't able to touch her. Flashes of Foxbane's voice, Mistyrose's scent, Jetclaw's growl, and...Funk? No, she must have been imagining that last one. It was like a bad dream, but in the brief moments of consciousness the pain told her this wasn't just a nightmare. She tried to retreat to the temple, but it was futile. Like leaping for a branch that your claws couldn't even graze as she was left alone in the all consuming darkness with her thoughts. The mistakes she had made....
Before her eyes even opened, the sweet scent of Skipstep filled her nose and she found herself reaching for him "Skipstep..." she murmured sleepily blinking in the lowlight. Everything was out of focus and blurry, spinning in circles around her. As his obscure form started to come into focus, she closed the short distance between them, curling along the curve of his chest and front paws on his shoulders, head resting in the crook of his neck holding on as if he might disappear from her embrace. A weak purr rumbled in her throat, tears at the corners of her eyes "I missed you" her voice was raspy and hard to understand, but even if he couldn't make out the words the meaning was clear enough.
Skipstep had lifted his head as she began to stir, having laid down beside her once they'd gotten her to the den he'd dug out for her when he'd been in DayClan.
It wasn't very deep as some of the other dens. Which prompted Skipstep to get Jetstar and the two had grabbed two blankets from twolegplace, one white one to drape over the entrance and block out the cold a little better, and another fluffy light blue one for Littlestar to lay on.
Jetstar had snatched another one before returning to SpringClan after rescuing Littlestar, a bright yellow one Skipstep had draped over his mate's back to keep her warm. There was also some feathers and sheeps wool strewn about as Skipstep had hastily surrounded his mate with as much softness and warmth as he could while she recovered.
He breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes opened and she turned to him. He moved forward to meet her embrace a purr rumbling through him.
"I missed you too." He said softly. "Never a moment went by that I didn't think of you,"
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Dec 26, 2020 23:11:08 GMT -5
Her entire body ached, screaming at even the small move to get to Skipstep's side. Yet, it was nothing compared to the desire to be reunited with her mate once more. The invisible connection between between them growing even stronger after having been stretched thin in their extended separation. The warmth of his body seeping into her giving her the strength she needed to stay awake. The steady familiar sound of his heart beat grounding her back to reality after her extended stays in the realm of dreams.
Being able to meeting with Skipstep in his dreams had been both a blessing a curse. A way for her to communicate that she was still alive and to know that he was to... Yet every time they met it left her feeling even more empty than before, aching for the feeling of his fur against her. Craving his gentle kisses. Longing to be at his side once. Each time they parted, chipping away at her hope of being reunited with the love of her life till she began to wonder if she had even been able to reach him at all or if it had been merely wishful thinking. Delusions from her isolation.
She snuggled up against him, her eyes closing as she rested her head on his shoulder. Feeling safe for the first time in moons as she melted into his embrace "Just hold me" she whispered "don't let go" she was crying now, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks the thick scar of the moon carved onto her forhead like a dark shadow upon her pelt "I need you" she whimpered the mask of strength that she always wore shatterd
Skipstep didn't hesitate, he rested his head against hers. Pulling away only to adjust the blanket so it laid across his back as well. Allowing her to be pressed up against him but the blanket would keep in both their warmth.
"You have me, I'll never let you go. I promise." He said softly moving up to start grooming the fur on her head. He was careful around the scar on her head, quelling the anger he felt at how Bloodystar hurt his mate. How Innocentia and Omega had hurt his mate.
For though that anger was valid, letting it fester now when Littlestar needed him was useless. So he stowed it in favor of focusing on how happy and relieved he was to have her back.
Skipstep had never fully used the connection between them from their tying the knot ceremony to the fullest. It had served as a reassurance that she was alive, even when they were presented with evidence seemingly to the contrary.
But in this moment he thought of all the love he felt. He remembered the first day he'd seen her, how even before they'd truly gotten to know one another he'd felt a pull to the intriguing young Priestess Promised.
How they'd grown closer and closer, until she surprised him with the request of asking him to be the father of her kits.
How after that point it was like the door to his heart was re-opened. His wounds from a lost love healing over and his heart made room for then Littlebird.
How proud he'd been watching Lionpride and Fernskip grow, even as they'd both held their breaths while Foxstar descended into madness during that time.
The overwhelming joy and happiness he'd felt when they'd tied the knot, when they'd had their first litter of kits together. Their second litter of kits.
He thought to her of how it had felt like a dream, the time before, how in love with her and his family he'd been. How looking back on it, it was a time he cherished greatly.
Then he pushed the relief, the relief after all the turmoil, they were back together. That he could be here with her again. The fear of some memories, as unfortunately delving so deeply into his time with her, they jutted up like a sharp rock on the road. Mountain attacking her. Omega attacking her. The time he couldn't find her.
But he brushed those emotions back into the background to focus in on just how happy he was to be here with her again. How much he loved her.
"I love you more than anything," Skipstep whispered, pulling back from their bond, blinking out of the rush of memories, feeling a little overwhelmed with it. "We've been through so much, and I want to see so, so much more with you."
