The Recovering (Firen & Flintpelt)

[Fernpaw]

Meanwhile, while Flintpelt was having this strange revelation with his aunt Ziggu, Firen jerked wildly and sat up. The clear amber eyes of the fiery she-cat were clouded with terror, and her flanks shook as she pressed herself against the walls of the Medicine Cats Den. In her eyes, the shadows had turned into prowling cats and they were stalking closer, jaws gaping to reveal glistening fangs. Firen was having what is commenly known as "night terrors". That is where one opens their eyes screaming, and seeing things that are not really there, but still sleeping.

Her wounds had reopened, and blood seeped into her fur as she bristled against the imaginary felines in front of her. She whimpered, scrunching her eyes tight to avoid the "hail of blows" that her nightmares rained down on her. Suddenly, out of her muzzle there came a horrible, gut-wrenching scream. It was eerie and unearthly and it bounded back and forth inside the Den. As if terrified by her horrible scream, the dark phantoms vanished. Firen woke---really woke, this time---and stood panting in her nest. Sweat mixed with blood dripped off her fur, and her eyes held a wild, feverish look.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

The barred tom's silent footsteps, though sound now echoed inside the tight hall of terrified shadows, made nearly no noise as he padded forwards, on and on, slim frame slipping easily past the jutting spikes of darkness, bolder sections of the fraidy murk that vainly attempted to reach out and touch the male's striped pelt. His heart felt lighter, cleared of fear and the raging anger that had coursed through his veins like wild stallions only moments ago, now that he had a new ally in this world of cruel misery and groping fog. Ziggu. His aunt. Yes, she was an unexpected feline to turn up and join your side. But she was family. Duty, love, pity... whatever it was, Flintpelt felt glad that she had it in her.

Suddenly, the tom was wrenched away from his dream, the mist closing in around him once again as startled shock took him over, but then zooming away through a newfound background of light, as if the male was being pulled brutally away from the nightmarish imaginings. He could feel the wind screeching through his wild whiskers, though sound had yet again disappeared from his senses, and his coat was whipped back across his body with the force of the air. Something clunked harshly into the side of his head, stunning him, pain slowly beginning to pound inside his head. And then the darkness overcame his vision once more, plunging him into eternal night.

The clumsy feline lurched awake, ivory-streaked cranium jolting upwards as the powerful scream emanating from Firen's throat painfully bludgeoned its way into the tom's ebony ears. Miscolored eyes became wide in agony and fear, from both the ache thumping inside the walls of his head and the unearthly yowl that had resonated against the stone sides of the Medicine Cat's den. The stormy gray fur under slitted pupils twitched slightly as Flintpelt seemed to fully escape the confines of his dream, and skull switched position, flicking round on its axis to face the cowering she-cat in the nest nearby. Firen.
Concern etched carefully upon his agile features, he leaped from his own bed of moss, not minding the pain shooting up through every pore of his being and the lancing arrows burning in his forehead. He did not worry about the reason why pain from his sleep-place had emerged in the outside waking world, nor about why he had been so roughly pulled away from the darkness. All that mattered at that precise second was the female of his mended heart, who looked so terrible, sweat and blood mixing upon her firey pelt to drip off onto the dry moss of her nest, and who was now by his side. He had not even cared about his progress over the stretch of earth that led to his soul-mate. Laying down quietly, earth-blotched belly close to the ground, he approached ebony maw to Firen's ear, whispering a single sentence to quieten what seemed like fear.
"Shhh, shh, it's done now."

[Wh00t... now that's what I call a nightmare xDDD]

[Fernpaw]

((Firen's nightmare, or Flintpelt's? Though I'm not really sure he had a nightmare, lol.))

Firen slowly became aware of a warm, comforting sensation against her heaving flanks. Her ears picked up the soft, loving words of her love, "Shhh, shh, iti's done now." The terrified she-cat took a slowly, shuddering breath. Her golden eyes took on once more their crackling awareness. Firen cautiously turned her head, afraid that the voice that sounded like Flintpelt would turn out to be another night terror. When she saw that it really was Flintpelt, joy burned through her golden gaze. She pressed her muzzle gratefully into the tom's flank, a small pink tongue licking gently at his fur.

"Thank you, Flintpelt," she murmured, thankful that her soul mate had saved her from such dreadful nightmares. She gulped a few more lungfuls of air before mewing, "It's okay. I'm alright now. You can go back to your nest, Flintpelt."

Inside though, she was not all right. Her ears were still pricked, listening for some horrible, unnatural noise that would signal the return of her nightmare. She forced a smile, mewing, "Really! Are you okay? You walked all this way to see if I was alright?"

[*Rippedbelly*]

((Sorry about that, stuff came up so fast and they lasted a long time))

As the sun started to down, Rippedbelly returned to the den. In her mouth she carried two fat mice, the others were outside but hid so no one could take them. she pushed her way into the den, the smell of blood hit her nose, she shook her head trying to get rid of the smell. Rippedbelly stopped shaking and then contuide into the den, Flintpelt and Firen were up.
She walked over to them, she saw that the nests were messed up but she didn't say anything about them. She placed the twomice at Flintpelt's feet, "Here you go Flintpelt, you must be hungry." she looked to Firen, the she-cat was alright but she need her wounds looked at again and so did Flintpelt.
"I'll go get your food Firen," she said and out the den she when to get the other mice. She followed the scent to the hiding place, picking them up she carried them to the den. "Firen here's your food," she said and placed in front of the she-cat.

[Fernpaw]

((Um, I don't think that was 10 sentences.))

[*Rippedbelly*]

I reposted, go on ahead and post again!

[Fernpaw]

((Kay, kay. Seems like a while since I posted here! Lol.))

"Thank you, Rippedbelly," murmured the gorgeous she-cat shakily. Firen leaned down to sniff disinterestedly ((I don't know, is that a word? 8P)) at it, thanking the Medicine Cat once more. She made no attempt to even nibble at the scrumptious prey before her paws. Firen nudged it over to where the tom stood, rolling the plump piece of fresh-kill till it came to rest at the tom's paws. "Flintpelt can have mine," she mewed softly, flashing a forced smile at Rippedbelly.

Firen swayed, fatigue from her far-from-restless sleep catching a hold of her. She climbed into her mussy den, resting her head on her paws. Amber colored orbs gazed out past the two cats as if not seeing them, moodiness marked upon the she-cat's striking features. Firen didn't like to have dreams, especially ones that were so disturbing.

She shuddered, hearing in her mind's her sister's yowl of pain, the roar of the badger and the sneers of the Clan cats. Firen shut her eyes, trying to block out the sounds, but they kept persisting. Angry amber orbs flashed in her minds eye, and a cold mew echoed sharply in her ears, "Who are you? Get away from me, you beast!" A small whimper of fear rang in her ears, till Firen realized that it was she who had made the noise.

The fiery she-cat opened her eyes, covering her ears with her paws. The voices persisted, jeering yowls ringing in her ears, "Nyah! Stupid rogue cat! Go back to where you came from, alley cat!" A small yowl screeched into her brain, her sister Niju screaming, "Help! Firen, help me! Aah!"

Firen buried deeper into the nest, panting as she pressed herself closer to the ground. She moaned, the noises beating a painful tattoo in her mind.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

[And really long time since I did x33]

Relief flooded the concerned mismatched orbs planted inside the strange tom's orbits, letting a shimmering wave of joy wash over the dull veil of worry that clouded the fiery iris shining from his left, while his right, possessing the cool, shadowy hues of a mossy woodland foliage flecked with blue sky, regained its twinkling clarity, as the female who had taken his quiet heart slowly took in a deep, quivering lungful of sweet, herb-heavy air. He could see the usual crepitation of lively color reattain its grip on the twin pools of flickering straw-chromed flame that gleamed merrily out of Firen's strained and crimson-streaked features, sign that his loved one had entirely - or at least seemingly so - escaped the haunting nightmare that had developped only moments ago in the murky corners of her tortured mind. And, as he saw her golden oculars buried under a burning flash of happiness, his heart, already beating against his chest like a thousand wind-driven branches, leapt with pure, unrestrained joy. She was all right. She was fine. And to him, that was the only fact that truly mattered inside that world of darkness and cruelty. Never mind the agonizing lances of smouldering pain, the pinpricks of needles buried under his rosy skin, the vermilion blood cascading over his slashed sides as it slipped past the plants and cobwebs covering his hide, as long as the beautiful feline beside was alive and well.
A rough purr, low and rumbling like the thunder rolling up in the far heavens when storms broke out from the bruised undersides of heavy clouds above them, escaping through the thin slit of his opened maw, slipping against the slick enamel of his ivory fangs as it exited his ivory-striped form, rose up his throat as he felt the soft, insistent touch of Firen's muzzle against his flank, and the grating rasp of a small tongue licking his fur. The words escaping the she-cat's lips sounded like a never-ending promise inside his ebony-toned audits, and dark ashen lids slipped down over miscolored oculars for a single moment, closing off the colorful world of the outside from the male's vision, before lifting once more and letting his pupils, retracted because of the lack of light behind a thick cover of skin and fur, widen to accept the illumination of the waking world. Another pause marked the scent-ladden wind caressing the closed-off den, letting Flintpelt reorganize his mind after the strange ordeal both cats had undergone to declare their love to each other, a love that had, in fact, been born only that day. It had been such a quick affair... a swift decision from their hearts, and, to the tom, who had always taken things at his own pace, it was slightly disconcerting. Could a love that had been settled in such a short time truly hold out the perils of a life that two creatures would enjoy together? But that question would be for later on, when they would be sure about their feelings for each other. Not at the moment. Not now, of all times. It was much too perfect to waste.
His eyes flicked back to his love's face. He could see the smile she had displayed as the question passed her mouth, the way she tried to not look bothered by anything, but the forced lines of her visage, the pricked tips of her ears betrayed her true thoughts. Something was not right in this seemingly unequalled scene. A glimmer of worry passed by his gaze once more, though he quickly chased it away, not wanting to aggravate Firen's already concerned mind. Something told him that her troubles were connected with her past, or at least with an event he did not know of. Call it instinct, call it a whim, whichever it was, he was sure that it wasn't wrong. And this, more than anything, made his mind whirl with bother.
His thoughts were interrupted by Rippedbelly's arrival. She was carrying two mice inside her mouth, and, as soon as her gaze had gone around the den, she directed her steps towards the standing tom, depositing the mice at his feet as she declared that they would be his meal for that day. For some reason unknown to him [especially since he had not eaten since the sunhigh of that day], he didn't feel quite hungry, and the thought of giving his food to Firen immediately came across his mind. He was about to propose this when Rippedbelly, who had gone back out of the lightning-stricken stone, came back with two more of the plump gray creatures, setting them at the she-cat's side. Nearly as soon as she received the prey, the female nudged it over to the tom, who looked down at it with a slightly stupid expression on his face. The same thought had appeared inside both felines' heads. Stumped at this for the first few seconds, Flintpelt soon came over himself, and his gaze flickered around the den as he tried to find something to say in return, even though he knew nothing would come as he watched the female settle back down into her nest. A shudder, a whimper of fear, and he knew his doubts about the nightmare were correct. Firen placed her paws over her ears, as if trying to block out a noise that did not exist anywhere else but in her mind, and dug deeper into the circle of moss, a faint moan escaping her maw.
Flintpelt, on a sudden thought, padded [with certain difficulty] to his nest, took hold of the moss, and dragged it over to Firen's side, immediately laying himself down into it as he pressed himself closer to her and nudged her cheek with his nose. He couldn't leave her alone like that. Completely forgetting about the prey, about pushing his concerns away, he stayed silently there, hoping that the nightmare would not come back from the darkness of dreams.

[Fernpaw]

((*sniffles and grabs a tissue* Aaawww! Sweetness! It's been so long since we've interacted with these two kittehs!))

Firen hunched lower in her nest, shaking her head rapidly to dispell these horrific sounds. It didn't work---only serving to give the she-cat a splitting headache. The gorgeous feline shut her eyes to those around her, concentrating all her strength in defeating the agonizing noises in her mind.

In her mind, Firen yowled defiantly at the phantom voices, "I will not give in! YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!!" The noises hushed after that, quieting to a low murmur, then finally fading away altogether.

Firen sighed in relief and opened her eyes, surprised to find Flintpelt suddenly next to her. Realization dawned as she realized what the handsome tom had done. Purring gratefully, she snuggled up beside him, murmuring softly, "You are too good for me, Flintpelt. I'll never be as good." A small pink tongue slid out of her maw, rasping as she cleaned his face. Smoothing his fur in long, rythmic strokes, the she-cat attempted to soothe her love's pain. Firen smiled shyly at Flintpelt, leaning against his warm body, content. Her fears and past, for the moment, forgotten.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

[Ja, ja, it has. :333 -ish happeh-]

Another subtle movement telling that the beautiful she-cat was burrowing deeper into her bedding, a quick shake of her crimson head [which caused a thin spray of blood to cascade out on both sides, a few of them reaching Flintpelt's nose to splatter upon the ebony-hued skin of this sensing device], the flicker of her lids as they dropped over golden orbs, and the storm-striped tom knew that the female of his heart had yet to defeat the groping shadows escaping from tightly locked corners buried deep inside the forgotten locker of her memories. A worried twist of his eyebrows betrayed his obvious concern for the radiant and deadly femme as he gazed upon her wounded frame, latticed with open slashes from the beastial red creatures teeth and fangs. Even though arrows of searing pain shot through his every pore, and sharp pinpricks made his every breath uncomfortable, he still seemed to concerve more care for the health of the she-cat beside him than for his own deteriorated form.
His heart leaped in his chest as a sigh [It's relief, I know it is, he thought to himself] slipped past his beloved's maw, filling the deathly silence that had weighed upon his tired shoulders, and Firen's sun-kissed orbs slipped out from beneath their hiding place. A warm, and what he hoped was a comforting smile spread upon his lips as joy swept through his body, momentarily wiping away his agony. For some reason unknown to him, he knew very well that whatever had tortured her only moments before was gone for now, leaving her in peace for at least a while as she recovered from the ordeals they had both endured that day, her more than him with all of the nightmares populating her head.
He was sure his head would explode from joy as a purr rumbled inside Firen's throat, and she nuzzled up against his side. Quietly, not wanting to disturb her, he let his own purr join hers, and both of their voices joined together in a strange, exotic music just as they had when both had come back, singing to their heart's content in a choir of beauty that even the sparrows, expert volatiles in the meaning of music, had to pay attention. It was something that they shared, a power beyond compare, even stronger than the bond of a mother to her kits - or at least it seemed so to him.
Her murmured words infiltrated his pain-numbed mind, and he gave a faint shake of his head, laying his head down near her as he whispered his own answer.
"Oh no, it's rather the opposite, Firen - I'll never be able to match you. And I think you are as great as StarClan itself, if not greater, and as beautiful as a summer moon."
He didn't know why the poetic envy had taken him, but as the phrase escaped his mouth, he found it hard to believe that he was the one saying it. However, another purr took hold of him as the rythmic rasp of the she-cat's tongue passed over his face, wiping away part of his pain in a compassionate gesture, and he smiled encouragingly back at his love as she leaned against him. He could have never been more happy, even with the pain of his wounds, and knew it quite well as he settled himself more comfortably near the female who had mended his heart and spirit, stealing it away to offer it back. A sigh of contentment slipped past his lips as he cast another loving glance towards the brilliant feline before revelling in deep thoughts of his own. This was the pure, unequalled form of happiness.

[Fernpaw]

Firen merely shook her head, smiling slightly. Let Flintpelt think what he wanted, but she knew the truth. He was always kind, cheerful and gentle with cats, even those who disliked him. She avoided all cats when possible, and hissed at others.

No, Firen would never be as good. It was comforting that Flintpelt thought of her as such, though. The gorgeous she-cat pressed her muzzle against his, purring softly. Their blood mingled as the two wounded cats lay together, enjoying and loving each other's company.

The feline blinked sleepily, hearing the sweet call of sleep. She murmured sleepily, "Thanks for loving me, Flintpelt." Her fiery cranium nodded slowly, til it came to rest upon her paws in slumber. Her eyelids fluttered delicately, before closing. Firen slipped into deep and peaceful sleep.

[Flintpelt [Spideh]]

[That was such a cute comment <3333]

As soon as Firen's voice once again filled the comfortable, sleepy silence inside the cracked rock that served as the Medicine Cat's den, Flintpelt's ears immediately arose on his head, coming out of the slightly slumped position they had just taken to hear every single syllable of what the she-cat wanted to say at the moment, just in case she wanted something from him. If she'd sent him over to the Moonstone to ask StarClan if she was beautiful, he would've first answered that he already knew their answer would be an enthusiastic 'yes', and then run off to do her bidding [though the thought that it was all pointless might have touched his mind and been brutally ripped apart to pieces so tiny that they could not concern the love-stricken tom]. Anything, anything at all would be done for the firey she-cat, just to keep her soft words and that compassionate glow inside her amber oculars that he had spied once or twice.
"Thanks for loving me, Flintpelt."
Tears of pure joy would have overflown onto his cheeks if he had not quickly closed his miscolored eyes and taken a deep breath to swallow down the incoming flood. A weak smile, trembling and feeble, transformed into a gigantic grin, and, as he let his head down beside his love's, he let his tears flow, gazing at her with nothing else but admiration at the way she had finished the spell over him and completely taken him and the true, undettered love of one who is ready to restart anew with the one who has mended all of the errors they have done in the past before finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, his thoughts reserved for Firen only.
"And thank you for loving me back," he whispered as he faded in darkness, his voice struggling to pass around the tears, but still clearly sounding the few words he had been desperate to say, assured that what he was saying was true. Now, all worry gone, he was able to rest. Peace.

[*Rippedbelly*]

(Back...Sorry...)

Rippedbelly sat still and watched the two cats, their love filled the den. She smiled gentle, almost motherly as Firen rested her head on Flintpelt. "Love is strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame." she muttered in the dim light of her den, the cool breeze of the outside wind came in making the hanging grasses, move in a free, smooth, weightless, movement.
As she watched them, her green eyes looked over their wounds. They needed treatment right now. Rippedbelly stood, moved pass towards her a smaller den where she had the healing plants. Picking through them she picked the ones she needed the most and carried them back over to the cats.
"Flintpelt? Can i clean your wounds. I'll let Firen sleep for now.' she mewed trying not to awake the sleeping queen.

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