Focusing on the flow of the water and letting herself lose her focus and self awareness was somewhat freeing. She stared off just at the edge of the treetops toward the sky and yet did not see them. For her half open eyes maybe moving maybe still, she might as well have been blind. The black coat, thorougly soaked but currently weightless made a dark corona about her while she laid there.
While there was a beat before it, Ripplewink gave a nod. Perhaps she should just go back inside and rest again. She had never been so weak before and had always slightly looked down on those faint hearted she-cats who well, got all faint over things like mutilation or combat. When they say kits change your body, they aren't blinkin' lyin'. Her stomach and her heart had gone soft. With a sigh she headed to her nest and laid down, deciding to stop regretting the dissolution of her toughness and offer a prayer to starclan to save her clanmate.