A Frigid Sunrise [[air & dawn]]

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Green-leaf was fading. The air in and around the forest was still, with only a slight breeze to carry leaves off of their secure branches. But despite the calm, there was an edge of cold in the lack-of-wind, a biting little chill that was still working up the strength to freeze. The trees were starting to react to the cold spell, their greens turning to golds, yellows and browns. Already prey had started hiding more and frolicking less, which meant that every cat was starting to get into a sour, hungry kind of mood. Leaf-bare was approaching, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Dawnstorm didn't mind. She knew that when the weather became unpleasant everyone kept to themselves more and tried to talk to others less. She could avoid cats who pitied her and wanted to start a conversation with the "infamously shy" Dawn. She paced by the sunningrocks, glad of her warm, thick, multicolored fur that protected her from the chill. Each hair was a different shade of calico orange, brown, or black. Her dark, finely mixed hues were beautiful, but she had never gotten close enough to anyone to get compliments on it. Except... he had told her that her fur was beautiful, but she would never see him again.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

--bump--
Where are ya, Dreamy?

[&&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò]]

[ Sorry. I've just now gotten back on the computer since about three months now. We're possibly moving by June so it is going to be very complicated to be on now. Hopefully we will find a big enough house near by my boyfriend though. ]



The thoughts of the beautiful calico came into mind of the black ThunderClan Deputy, his fur tingling with the sensation of having to see her once more. His green eyes, shining as bright as the new spring grass. It was night last time he had seen her and it was for only a bit. The image of her was a dark memory, and seeing her in the daylight made everything more worth living for. His tail lashed once as he jumped onto a rock, the bright sun shinning into his eyes as he took in a deep breathe while looking up. Ears standing up, he closed his eyes, taking in the warm rays of the sun. Though the day had gone terribly wrong with the finding of the dead medicine cat, more things would probably be good. He layed down on his side, looking back at the ThunderClan terra.



A scent caught his nose, a familiar scent, and the young tom cat wondered if the she-cat who carried the scent would remember him. Turning his head, his ears tall, his muzzle burned a smile onto his face. From the look of the pattern of her fur, it was Dawnstorm, but he like, no, he loved to call her Dawn. It made her seem even more beautiful than what she already was. Silently, so not to scare or frighten the shy and fidgity she-cat, he lept gently from rock to rock, the rushing water softly lapping at his paws, damping them slightly. He licked his chest fur once he was on the other side and padded softly towards her. He made himself look smaller by coming closer to the ground and touched her gently on the shoulder with his muzzle, just like he did before. "How have you been lately since I last saw you?" He meowed. He hoped that he had not scared her and if he had, he hoped that he had not done it too badly.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

Dawn drew in a long breath, letting the cold seep down her throat. It was a feeling bordering on painful, but not quite there - it made the silent cat feel alive. She could still feel the strangely burning cool air on the inside of her neck, so she was still part of the world - part of StarClan's system. But as she was feeling almost proud of being alive, she noticed a frozen scent that was not from the musty trees, the cool dirt, the stone of the Sunningrocks, or the adders creeping into their winter hiding. It was a feline, of course. A ThunderClanner. And all the joy of breathing was drained out of the little calico. She wanted desperately to turn around and walk away - but as she got ready to move, a faint pressure on her shoulder and a sudden recognition, a connection of scent and face, told her she didn't have to flee.

"How have you been lately since I last saw you?" came a familiar voice. It was warm against the cold air and Dawn turned around cautiously, her orange eyes full of fear, confusion and longing. The first was from her automatic reaction to any kind of social encounter. She knew that she would chase Airleaf away with her idiocy, her inability to interact. The confusion that clouded up her vision was because of her mixed feelings about this. Here was the ThunderClan deputy, on RiverClan land making himself clearly visible. He couldn't have come just to talk to her, Dawnstorm, the one who no one dared talk to anyway. But... he was asking about her, not asking her to take him to the Camp or to the leader. What was going on? And her desperate longing, which she tried so hard to hide, showed how furiously she was wishing that the fear would go away and that the confusion of it all would be clarified, and that he felt something towards her, just to know that it was possible that someone could feel anything towards her. And her longing that any of it could possibly matter anyway, which it couldn't because of the sheer impossibility of talking or conversing or anything at all.

Taking in another breath, this time not even considering the beauty of the strengthening winter, Dawnstorm tried to clear the emotions out of her mind so she could think. They wouldn't budge, no matter how much she tried to push them away. In fact, the more she wanted them to go away the more the wrapped themselves around her and suffocated her rational mind. But the fear and the longing told her she had to say something, even as those two banded together with confusion and refused to let her think about what to say. So she tried to ignore the trembling of the world around her, which was really just the trembling of her own paws, and tried to tune out the deafening buzzing that only her ears could hear.

"I... um... good." Her emotions, choking her brain, seemed to be strangling her physically as well. She couldn't breath for a second, and wanted to yowl with the horror of it all. The panic blinded her, turned off her every sense, and that saved her - the blindness calmed her and she sucked in air, concentrating on the coldness inside of her and trying not to let her legs run away with her.

[&&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò]]

Crouching a bit closer to the ground and laying his ears flat against his head as she jumped in fright, he curled his tail submisevly next to him, to show that he was no threat, incase she may turn to attack. "Sorry." He meowed appologetically. "Didn't mean to frighten you." He meowed, and straightened up a bit, flicking his ears forward to her. She looked unsure of why he was here, but who wouldn't be even the least bit unsure. He knew that he would, but not with her. She was practically everything to him. As she replyed to him in a staggering breath, he streached his ears higher to show his happiness that she had been feeling good. "That's great." He meowed happily. "I was just wondering what your doing. You seemed kind of sad so I thought that I would make sure you were okay." He meowed happily.

[//Cindy// l u n a]

She could tell by his motions that he was trying not to be a threat - it was funny, really, that he thought she was scared of him. She wasn't, not really. She was frightened of conversation, no matter who was in it. Battle, she could do. But not talking; that terrified her. But it called to mind an option that almost took over, that she had to fight not to take advantage of. If she just attacked him, they wouldn't have to talk. He would go away and she would be alone again. And yet, she didn't want to hurt him, didn't want him to hurt her. And the thought of him leaving filled her with sadness. Was it really that bad? Couldn't she just get through it, be calm for once? Her mind and body answered with an angry jolt - no. But she wouldn't accept that answer. She would fight it.

"Th-thanks," she said, not really sure what she was saying until it had been said. Her stammer was proof of her nervousness and a sign of how she couldn't let her mind think about what she should say because if she did, she would panic again. "You?" Make him talk - she could listen. She could listen, and then she wouldn't have to speak and he wouldn't have to go.