102 Degrees Fahrenheit (OPEN)

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    "Is that so?" All the energy seemed to drain out of him at this point. He sighed and sat back down into the snow. "I don't think I could kill you even if I wanted to anyway." He chuckled. "I mean, look at me. I'm a mess. I've been cut and torn until my own mother couldn't have recognized me."


    "No worries, Warrior. I've been listening
    to you two. Aislinn here seems to have
    things under control."     The scarred tabby
    gave her a quick nod in greeting. He flicked his
    tail nervously, debating silently whether
    he should be getting back tot he Mansion soon.


    Hawkstorm leveled his gaze, but his eyes were guarded, masked by an unexplainable dark cloud. His face looked pained and drawn, as if a hand was grabbing onto the back of his head and pulling the flesh tight. The bags under his eyes resembled dead skin. He looked utterly exhausted.


    "Yes," he said. "Without her, I would be dead." He was still wary, but Blakr could've killed him had he wished it, and that formed a sort of mutual trust between them. Hawkstorm, haggard and weary. And Blakr, scarred and proud.


    Hawkstorm, by the looks of it, seemed pretty weary, and carried dark,
    painful look in his gaze. Blakr watched him, worried, and wondered what he could do to
    assist him. "Aislinn, for how much longer do you think he will need rehabilitation?"
    he now addressed the she-cat, with whom he had just recently met.

    [ derp. D: sorry. ]


    "Hmm. I would give him seven days, just to make sure that there won't be any lasting problems." Aislinn replied.

    Blakr scrunched his nose. Seven days...it was too long to be away from his home. He'd have to compromise. "I have to leave for a while, but I'll be back. I promise."

    [size=25pt]HAWKSTORM.[/size]
    [size=6pt] I gave you pretentious,
    I gave you indifference,
    but you only wanted undressed and denseless[/size]

    "Yes, of course." But he felt somewhat disappointed. It was weird that he, a Riverclan warrior, was holding a decent conversation with Blakr, an Elite soldier, and not only did it drive his curiosity to make the stretch that perhaps Blakr was saving something nasty for him later, but it also made everything feel all the more surreal. This couldn't be happening. It was against the law of nature.

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    "It could be less, though." Aislinn stated. "It depends on how much rest he gets and how fast his natural healing process is."

    "I feel fine already," he asserted. His head was throbbing and his knees felt weak and shaky, but he soldiered on with a passionate, "I think I can go back to Riverclan now."

    Hawkstorm wrinkled his nose, the bridge of his nose bunching up in tight ridges, much in the way Blakr had. He looked caught in between anger and irritation. "Alright," he said, but it was obvious that he thought that her idea was anything but "alright." "A few more days then." Aislinn had saved his life, and the least he could do was listen to her so that she wouldn't have to save it a second time. He already owed her enough; adding to the bill was only getting to rent stabs of guilt through him every time he laid eyes on a female loner. No, he would listen. He would be the perfect little patient. Or, at least he would try.

    Widow left, so I am trying to find Hawkstorm a replacement.. I'll play him for now.


    SKIP A WEEK


    With a sigh Hawkstorm lifted his head and looked at the blue sky. there was not a cloud in sight nad with a heavy heart, he turned to look at Aislinn, "Do you deem me fit to go?" hawkstorm was milling for Seastorm, his one love. He lost her durring the battle and when he had gone to the place he had left her, she was not there but the scents of a serval were all over the area. Hawkstorm was worried for his tiny love and couldn't wait to see her again.