days of remembrance ─ (p; summer)

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    the days were going by quick, per usual of the summer season. sunrise to sunset proved another day of heat or a quick shower of rain, the skies turning from blue to gray, only to conclude with a different rift of color. today held the blue sky, but gradually it drifted into the familiar shade of gray, with rain quickly following. thunder roared above and the hills suddenly trembled - the tremors growing worst with each rumble. others would be sleeping soundly in this type of weather.


    with the possible exception of one.


    the feline sat at the beginning of camp, the borderline of being both inside and outside. if she knew any better, she would be inside enjoying the cool air, maybe even sleeping. but no, this was no time for such a luxury. things were pegging at her mind, demanding her attention. strange memories, strange thoughts, ones she didn't even recognize. what the made the situation worst was that she felt that she was too young to know or even comprehend. simple thing was, was that she needed to talk with someone who could help her through this, or even confide in.


    cold wind slapped her in the face, and she laid down, her ears pinned back and teeth clinched. fresh air would clear the mind, she was told. she would have to face it early, then. it sounded easier when someone else experienced it, but now she had to go through it. no worries, right? she wasn't captured or injured and had no idea of them, but there was something else that plagued her.


    this will be a long day.

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    She wouldn't think about the snapping of hollow, fragile bones; she wouldn't ponder how easy it would be for a sudden gust to shove her off course; she wouldn't whisper nuances to herself about how if there was a tornado, it could easily kill her at this velocity of hers. She wouldn't allow herself that negativity because when you're brave, you don't think. You do. You can. You survive because nobody that's brave dies. Those with courage sacrifice themselves and live on for another day, but the brave ones... They stand up to the foe and defeat them.




    Her sideways tilt would, however, bring her in a wide downward arc. Landing at a run, she'd curl her wings into her body. Ducking under a bush, she'd peer out; careful eyes would check the surroundings for a face that had possibly seen her. She settled them on Pippa. What was she doing out here? Had she seen her? Did it matter? It did, actually; if anyone knew that Summer could fly again, they'd probably be really excited and loud about it, and then everyone would know. She couldn't have that. Her flight was something she wanted to be her selfish secret, just like her pregnancy (at least she had shared that with Icarus, though). She didn't want anyone to think she had yet another way to hurt her; if enemies found out... They'd target her wings. At least when she hadn't been able to fly, it was an afterthought and had stayed that way as she fought them with her regular claws and teeth.




    Pushing from the bush, she decided that she may as well talk to the younger body. "Pippa?" She mewed, shaking her fur a little bit though it did nothing since the rain still peppered at her relentlessly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]her thoughts went to an abrupt stop as she heard her name called. focusing on where the voice came from, she was surprised that someone would be out in this type of weather. alas, out came summerconstellations, and her heart sunk a bit. not that she was disappointed, oh no, she just wished that this time she was perfectly alone without any disruptions. trying not to look conspicuous, pippa straightened up and greeted the feline with a dip of her small head.
    “uh - hey, summer." she said, her voice slowly dropping to a whisper. “what are you doing out here? looking for something? coming back from a fine border patrol?"
    literally the only thing she could come up with to stall for time, just enough to think over her answer before it ultimately gets asked to her in return. she had her reasons, sure, but even she was surprised to see her out in this weather. was something wrong? hopefully not; perhaps she would head in afterwards, but she had no idea. pippa would just have to wait.

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    Raising an eyebrow at the curious response she was given, she'd give a small smile. "I was just taking a walk; I like these types of storms. What about you, why are you out?" Maybe she was looking for something, waiting to go out on a 'fine border patrol'.







    [color=snow]OOC. muse death, sorry

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]i like these type of storms; well, that was unexpected. she shook herself of both rain and cold, before letting out an awkward laugh. then wham! that beloved question being thrown back at her. she shuffled her paws. would she tell her the real reason? perhaps skirt around the truth? pip had to think. “i'm out here because i couldn't rest, and these thoughts aren't helping at all." she murmured, flicking an ear. “are you going to stay out here?"


    / you're fine !

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    Glancing up at the storm, which didn't even appear to be thinking about letting up, she nodded. 'These thoughts'? What could the little one mean by that? Circling around, she'd crouch down beside Pippa, close enough to offer warmth, but not so near as to intrude on the space that she may be needing or wanting right now. Summer was a naturally motherly feline, and the hormones running through her system due to her pregnancy didn't exactly make her any less gentle-hearted to the younger cats of her Clan. "I'll take it that you don't like storms?" Perhaps she did, which was why she was out, here but her response about actually preferring them had seemed to surprise Pippa.