Chasing Butterflies {Open}

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    Jazzy picked up her pace, not wanting to be alone in the forest. She also just liked being around the massive tom. "Oh, okay then." Mildly Jazzy wondered what an owl looked like. She had never heard one before. She shivered with mild exctiment, her mind telling her to race into the woods and figure it out. Instead though she just waited at his log.

    He nods and walks into the log, his paws hitting the soft moss silently. He yawned and laid down, laying his head on his massive paws, closing his emerled grenn eyes, falling asleep quickly.

    Jazzy sat down near Iron, watching him instantly fall asleep. He looked so peaceful as he slept. The earlier meeting resurfaced in Jazzy's mind and she frowned. When she looked Iron over though she didn't see a single scratch mark, but rather the large scar he had. She sighed before softly and laid down near him, close but not close enough for their fur to touch. She closed her eyes and also fell into a light slumber.

    He slept on, his breathing slow and peaceful. "I still wonder about this she-cat." He thought. "Was she born a loner? A runaway clan cat? An abandoned kittypet? Who knows. It wouldn't be polite to ask."

    Jazzy gave a soft snore in her sleep, before rolling over away towards Iron. She was a heavy sleeper once she was deep in sleep. Her mind was also a whirl of thoughts, never staying on one for a momet. She figured Iron was safe enough, he hadn't done anything yet. Why should she worry?

    Iron slept on, his mind filling with thoughts about this she-cat. He wanted to ask her about where she came from, but he figured it wouldn't be polite to do so. He breathed slowly in his sleep, relaxing after the long day.

    As the night drug on Jazzy dreamed about the night she and her brother had tried to steal food. It was the night she lost half her tail. She whimpered lightly in her sleep, giving a little kick. She hadn't thought about her brother in a long time, not even sure if he was still alive. He had not turned around to see if she was okay, abandoning her to her fate. That had hurt the most for Jazzy. The moment the dog chomped down on her tail she woke up with a start, breathing heavy. She looked towards Iron, hoping she hadn't woken the massive tom up.

    Iron slept on, shifting slightly in his sleep, not not waking up. He was locked in a world of his own, remembering....


    "Stormclaw! Stop this!"


    "This is what we do to those who fight us."


    "Please! She didn't do any wrong! Take me if you want! Just leave her alone!"

    Jazzy watched as Iron fidgeted, wondering what he was dreaming about. At the moment she couldn't tell yet if it was a good dream or a nightmare. She didn't want to poke the massive tom in case he had forgotten about her. Cats who were woken up before they were ready usually attacked and Jazzy did not want to be on the other end of his massive paws.

    Iron became still, forcing the thoughts out of his mind. He didn't want to disturb his new denmate, and he didn't want to tell her what he had been through with the Tunderclan rouge named Stormclaw. The massive silver tabby had attacked him in the past, which how he was scarred. Outside and inside.

    Jazzy was transfixed on Iron. One moment he was thrashing around and then the next he was still and quiet. It was amazing. She turned and looked at her half tail, missing the days when it could curl around her front paws. She sighed quietly and looked outside the log entrance towards the starry sky. It was always amazing to look at, all those strange sparkling things covering the sky. It was easier to see all these strange things when she wasn't around the humans. She wasn't sure why though.

    Iron curled up into a ball, looking like a rock among the moss. He brothe slowly as he slept, but not a snore escaped his body. Even though he was still, his mind was still racing with thought.