I'm With You [Whisperear] [CLAIM]

They had said their goodbyes, few as there were to be said, and as Brackenwing had walked alongside Whisperear, she felt... Lighter, somehow. Like she'd been freed of something weighing her down. The sun was rising before them, though the barn that soon lay before them was still steeped in shadow.

"The other scents are faint." Brackenwing observed, pleased by the finding. The last time she had been at this abandoned barn, it had been to find Silverwing. Her friend had long since abandoned it for clan life, however, and the cat scents she could pick up were both faint and unrecognizable. "I know Silverwing was here after her exile, but it seems it's been living up to the name recently." Abandoned, but not for much longer. While devoid of recent cat-scent, the scent of mice was fresher, and that was good. She remembered hunting in the barn the twolegs had taken her to where she'd found Whisperear, this should be similar, she hoped.

Brackenwing glanced over to seee Whisperear smiling at the sight of the barn, and that was enough to ease what little remained of her misgivings. "Yes," She agreed. A new life, a peaceful one, Brackenwing hoped. One free of the tension and frustration. Just the two of them and the quiet barn. It was... Appealing, more than she'd realized. She had once been content within the confines of Windclan's borders, but now that they had left those borders behind, there was more than just the barn in front of them. "And to think, all we wanted was to run back home last time. This is a new life, in more ways than one." Neither of them were the cats they had been when finding their way back to Windclan from that farm the twolegs had brought them to.

She nodded at Whisperear's words, "If there's not anything in there already, that's not so bad. A little more work, maybe, but the barn will have our pawprints on it." They could do what they pleased, make the barn theirs in truth instead of the elder's den that had felt more suffocating than a place for sleeping ought to have felt.

The marbled tabby padded forward, and despite the quiet, abandoned appearance of the barn, she was still cautious as she poked her head into the barn's interior. It wasn't completely dark, with light shining through a few holes in the den walls, but the space inside would be sheltered, protected well from the elements. Allowing her eyes to adjust, Brackenwing padded forward, old bits of hay and straw rustling beneath her paws. The scents inside the barn were even more stale than outside. "It's not much, but we will make it ours. What do you think?" She glanced back at Whisperear, something like hope or even excitement glittering in her green eyes.

Whisperear's response drew a purr from Brackenwing. "I agree." She mewed, watching as Whisperear made their way to the second level. Their purr made a soft smile form across her expression, the marbled she-cat moving to follow Whisperear up the slanted ladder. Weird twoleg thing it might be, but it was definitely better than jumping.

"Oh, excellent." She breathed, eyeing the bits of moss and hay scattered across the landing. "Honestly, I think the barn is better than what I was hoping for." She admitted. She'd expected more work to need to be done to make the space livable, but this was more than enough of a good start. "I don't believe prey will be too hard to find in the morning, either."

"Tomorrow will be a new day. Rest for now." Brackenwing nodded at Whisperear. The failed attempt to stifle a yawn was a clear sign of tirdeness, but the barn was quiet and seemed safe. Perhaps that would do them both some good. In the morning they could find prey, maybe take a walk to stretch their legs. The tabby joined Whisperear in the other nest, a small smile flickering across her expression as she glanced at them.