Hunting Together (Demonstorm/Brokenheart)

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm blinked a couple of times, with trying to catch up and tackle Brokenheart he had failed to realise their purpose here, he had totally forgotten that they were supposed to be hunting, and hadn't heard or even smelt the magpie.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

"Oh well" Brokenheart said with a sigh as she stretched again. "Hunting can wait for a moment I suppose."

Brokenheart padded back over to Demonstorm and sat down next to him, her front limbs extending into a sphinx pose. The brown fae scanned the area with her amber-tinted green eyes. Everything seemed quiet. The prey around them had scurried away the cry of a dieing magpie so there wasn't much use in trying to hunt here.

"You know, I think I might go back to the twolegplace soon" she said, thinking out loud.

[Angelpaw]

Demonstorm looked at her, slightly shocked. "What you mean go back to stay?" His disbelief was evident in his eyes. Glowing through the lens like a fire in his heart. She couldn't mean that, not now, not when he was just starting to believe there was more to her than depression, and more to himself as well, than just anger.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

Brokenheart laughed lightly. "No, to see my kits" Brokenheart said. "Well, kit. His name is Blake I think. I haven't seen him since he was born. He was born right after his father died so I took him straight to a kittypet and left him there. I couldn't bring myself to take care of him because he looked just like his father."

The brown femme looked up at the tree branches looming over them. "I just want to make sure he's alright. His sisters died in the kitting and almost too me with them"

[Angelpaw]

"Oh," Demonstorm said lightly. He pressed against her again and gave her eyes a gentle lick. "I hadn't realised. Do you want me to come with you, as a...support?" He hadn't realised that Brokenheart had had kits, one kit. The rest had died and nearly taken her too. He swallowed a lump in his throat. Suddenly, his situaton seemed empty and pointless.

[~*Ravenfeather*~]

"No, that's alright" Brokenheart said, smiling kindly. "I'll be alright. This is something I know I can do. I'll be back to camp by nightfall."

Brokenheart got to her paws. She found the magpie she had caught and tossed it toward Demonstorm. "Could you take that back for me?"

Without waiting for an answer, the brown queen padded toward the twolegplace, determined and confident for once in her life.

((i'm probably not going to post her in the twoleg town, i'll probably just put a post in the camp of her returning))

[Angelpaw]

((ok well I'll start a post of Demon in the camp))

Demonstorm watched after the brown queen as she padded away from him. He gave a short nod of his head, praying to Starclan for her safety, both physcally and emotionally. He turned and bent to pick up the magpie, taking one last look after where Brokenheart had disappeared before returning to camp.