Home, I Guess [OPEN]

Storm lied in the Medicine Cat's Den, feeling as bored as ever. He didn't want to try his luck sneaking out of the herb-filled den again, no matter how tempting it was to wander. The two Medicine Cats have told him over that he has to rest his wounds a little longer before he could go out of camp. There wasn't anything out there to do anyways, besides watch cats go along with their business and half-heartedly eat. He missed the zesty taste of mice from the Barn and the tough skin of rabbit hurt to eat. Sometimes one of the members of Windclan would come in, with torn claws or stomach aches that were easily cured. The only other cat besides Beetle's Wing and Sage Paw or something was a black and white cat named Ash of Burning Forest, who seemed to be sick with something that makes you cough up blood. Ash never talked to him since he was always coughing, and the Medicine Cat's, though nice, only ever asked him if he was still in pain or if he wanted something to eat. The loneliness was agonizing, even more than the constant aching in his jaw, and being surrounded by dozens of cats socializing outside made him want to scream.

Hearing someone entering the den, he weakly raised his head. He knew in the back of his head that it was probably the Medicine Cats or Twistedtail, which he had noticed visiting Ash recently, but hoped that, whoever they were, it was someone that would want to have a chat with him.

Brackenberry slowly wandered into the medicine cat's den, his tail tucked halfway between his legs. If he were gong to get over his anxiety, he knew he would have to start talking to other cats, some that were outside his family. His own family already seemed to get harder and harder to talk to as they slowly split to two sides- Smokepelt and Ashstar- but right now that escaped his mind. The only thing he was worried about was facing his fear- talking to a cat he barely knew. And that meant a relative stranger, so the tribe cats were perfect. He knew there was one in the den of the medicine cats, but he seemed to have a terrible cough, and he didn't want to deal with that, not on his first try. He had two fresh pieces of prey that he had just caught- a hare and, somehow, a sparrow that he had managed to catch. He plopped the sparrow in front of the cat with a terrible cough, then fumbled over to Storm, placing the mouse carefully in front of him. He then sat down, hoping to start a conversation like a normal cat would. "H-hi. I b-brought you a mouse t-to eat." He spat out, proud on the inside that he managed to say anything without completely failing the sentence like he had in the past.

Storm's eyes widened a little and a small smile formed on his scarred maw as one of the other clan cats dropped a mouse in front of him. "Thank yuh," he said, taking a bite out of the small rodent. "I used tuh eat these all thuh time where I live. Where I lived," he corrected himself, feeling a pang of sadness that he wasn't able to see Bat, Pepper, Mist, and all the other loners that lived there after his... incident. "My name's Storm. Or Pigeonkit. I can't really tull which one I am," he confessed, hoping he didn't sound crazy. "Anyways, what's your name? I'll probulbly be staying in Windclan, so I shuld get to nuh cats."