[stormeh] Say it IS so!

['a v i <3]

--m U s e

The sun was just beginning to rise into the sky, as the tabby she-cat blinked open her pale green eyes. Dawn after the worse, but best day in her life. Worse because Fang and her had been attacked by a pack of dogs, and had nearly died in the effort to escape. Best, because she had finally told Fang how he felt and though he didn't say it back because he was to injured to speak the look in his eyes had said it all.

Turning her head to look at her companion, she felt a purr rise in her chest. Slowly, she pulled away from him to go hunt them some breakfast, he would need all the strength he could get to pull through the wounds he had received the day before. She touched her nose gently to his shoulder, and then turned and disappeared through the undergrowth.

As she pushed through the thick ferns, she opened her mouth to taste the air and caught the scent of a squirrel. Glancing around, she saw it to her left just under a hazel tree, munching on a hazel nut. Slowly she slid into a hunter crouch and stalked forward, her body low to the ground. Once she was less than a fox-length away she prepared to jump, landing on it neatly with her paws. Killing it quickly she took it back to a clump of ferns, and raked a fern over it.

She wasn't sure if Fang would be able to eat the whole squirrel by himself, but she assumed he would as hurt as he had been. Blinking her eyes, she crossed the broad open path quickly her ears pricked for sounds of the dogs. Pushing into the undergrowth of the other side. Pushing through the ferns quietly she caught sight of a black bird, and wrinkled her nose is disgust. Birds meant feathers, and feathers were a pain. I'll see if I can find another mouse, she thought.

A strike of luck hit when she caught the scent of a vole, her favorite. Once she spotted the creature she slid towards it quickly, catching it with her claws as it tried to escape. Dragging it towards her she killed it quickly her tail twitching with delight. Picking up her vole, she retraced her steps and darted back across the path to pick up her squirrel before heading back to the tree.

Once back at the tree, Muse sat her prey down and padded over to Fang and nosed him gentle, "Fang, I have breakfast." She spoke softly, not wanting to disturb him unless he was ready to wake up. Looking at the tom Muse felt a wave of worry rush over her, he was hurt bad and she wasn't sure that she had the skills to heal him. Even if she did he would have many scars, not that she cared-but he might. She loved him, and that's all that mattered to her. She didn't care what he looked like anyways he'd be handsome with scars to her.

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Fang faintly felt something stir beside him, and in a heartbeat, his side went cold. The sharp feeling of Muse leaving his side roused him from his slumber, and the moment he moved a single limb, he felt a stab of pain shoot through it. He winced and found himself breathing heavily, desperately trying to relax. It took some effort before he could manage himself into a sitting position, and when he was able to start checking his wounds, Muse had returned. The scent of fresh prey made him forget some of the soreness he felt in nhis muscles, but it was still there, either way.

Fang was more exhausted than he was the night before, so all he could say in reply was nodding his head. He glanced down at his body, finding numerous scars all over his shoulders, sides, and he was still yet ot find the horrific mess on his face. But just by looking at the ones he could find, he knew that he looked terrible. What would Muse think? Would she care if he looked like this? If only he could know for sure. But for now, he'd have to cope with his severe injuries, and try to get better so he and Muse can move to a safer shelter.

He had come to learn that Muse had a particular fondness of voles, so he gingerly took the squirrel and tried to take a few bites out of it. He almost gagged, but he forced it down to show Muse that he would do anything and everything he could to get better. He didn't want her to worry about him. I've caused so much stress for her... he thought sheepishly. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get that squirrel down. He opened his jaws to apoligize - which was painful enough - but realized that his voice was barely there when he tried. It sounded more of a hoarse whisper.

After a long silence, Fang couldn't take the tension. He didn't forget last night... how could he? "... Thank you..." he managed to whisper, coughing afterwards. His ribcage was bruised from the dog's strong paws battering at it, so it was painful to speak. Everything was painful, really. But no matter how painful, he dragged himself over to Muse's side and pressed his forehead against hers, the gash down running down his face stinging when his fur brushed against hers. He couldn't even begin to explain how grateful he was to Muse. If it wasn't for her, he'd be dead.

['a v i <3]

Muse<3

With a sigh the grey tabby she-cat, blinked her pale green eyes and pressed gently against Fang- always conscious of his gashes. After a few heartbeats she pulled back and mummered, "Let me tend to your wounds." Pulling away from her, could she call him her mate?- she stood and padded into the hollow to pick up some of the marigold that she had found. Pulling out a bundle of black seeds, she scooped four of the little black seeds.

Padding back to Fang, she held out her paw and mummered, "Here, lick these up. They are poppy seeds. My mother used to give them to us kits if we fell off of something and were hurt. They are pain-killers. You'll probably fall asleep, but at least you won't be in pain." Muse found that she didn't want him to be in pain, the fact the he was hurt so much pained her terribly.

As she chewed up the marigold into a pulp and began cleaning his wounds again with her tongue, she let her mind wander. Would Fang be alright? These are serious wounds. I've seen kittypets with wounds better than these and didn't.... survive. Fang could not die because she wouldn't survive it. He HAD to get better.

Halfway through she had exhausted all the marigold that she had collected the night before. Stepping away from Fang she mummerd, "I have to go get more marigold, Will you be okay?" Taking a deep breath she mewed, "I'll bring you some water back as well."

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