Vanished Drizzle [OPEN]

It was no surprise to see Dawnfeather. After her return, she’d spent every moment not spent hunting talking, sharing tongues, playing in the snow with that cats she loved.

It was a surprise, however, to see her sitting in the snow, motionless, ears drooping. Any half-way observant cat could tell why, though.

She’d come into camp scant sunrises ago, yowling that Oliverain had been taken by Twolegs, while the two were hunting. No patrols had yielded any sign of the bulky she-cat, and neither had the ventures into Twolegplace she’d done on her own- breaking a rule- yes, but- Olive was her friend. She didn’t go that far, anyways.

She curled up, tail over her nose, soaking up what heat the mid-day sun provided. Olive- she knew she’d be back, someday, somehow they’d see each other again- but-

She missed her. She missed her worse than when she’d been taken by Twolegs herself- there was only so much longing one cat could hold, and it had been split between everyone she loved- but now, now Olive was just gone. And- there was nothing Dawnfeather could do to find her, other than trust the stars.

Curled up, preoccupied, she missed the sound of approaching pawsteps.

Dandelionflight walked into the clearing and looked around for someone to share the prey with. On her quick glance around, she saw Dawnfeather's hunched body sitting alone in the snow. This was very much out of place compared to her normal personality, and she knew that this must be her friend grieving for Oliverain. To be honest, Dandelionflight was too. Oliverain was a great friend, and Dandelionflight missed her comforting presence on patrols and around camp.

She trotted up to her and placed the small mouse at Dawnfeather's paws. She sat next to her friend and laid her tail across Dawn's back. "Hey Dawnfeather," She meowed, uncertain of what to say.