Just Breath }{ [AW]

[nEwOL握敵]

Ooc;// do with him as you please, Please.

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As always, I was at a state of unrest. Ever sense I'd come here I hadn't been able to sleep properly. I didn't feel as ease enough to sleep easy. I knew no one in these Esson group that I'd joined, and it was my nature to assume I was being a vexing problem until proven otherwise. I felt like I didn't really belong here among these cats. Yes, there where a few Folami here aswell, but I didn't feel like I belonged among them ether. But when I looked at it, I knew I'd be dead in a day in ether of the Folami packs. I didn't want to be anywhere where the humans could get their hands on me again. So I would have to learn to exist here.

At least for the moment though I'd managed to find some rest. Off to the side of the camp, in the shade of some shrubby. Curled into a ball, my grey face buried in my black tail, I took slow, measured breaths to calm my nerves some with the steady rise and fall of my upper body. I was as close to content in that one small moment as I'd been in a long time. It was just a temporary moment of comfort, but I welcomed it all the same.

[Kunabee]

Yone

Kunabee was off on her ridiculous peace mission - she told me, I knew. So I had told everyone else - people mostly kept busy. As she had predicted the pride didn't fall apart. I thought for sure it would, but nope. I mean, it may have, but once news was definite that she was either going to go off and die for us (I'd heard Kite talking about how that was the most likely with Sam) or return (which I thought was more likely) everything was just... the same as always. Minus one feline.

Of course there was also some play-fighting and fight-training being done. Plus, Vice and Jazz were nowhere to be found unless you went by the Ende border. I wondered if Kunabee would talk to them on her way back. She felt bad about things. But didn't say anymore. Saying I was just a kid and that there were already too many kids who had grown up too fast. Sounding sad about it.

Kite did her best to emulate Kunabee, but she just wasn't Kunabee. And that much was obvious. Meanwhile you could tell about half the group was angry; the macabre prediction of war was wearing on everyone, just in different ways.

Right now I wandered around the camp, making sure everyone was doing something. To my eyes, however, the newcomer - what was his name again? Scrap, was that it? - was all curled up. Night was for sleeping, 'less you were on the night patrol. I was fairly certain he wasn't. In three strides I had bounded over to this other Folami, and headbutted him.

"Hey, sleepyhead! Wake up! We have to do stuff while we wait for Kunabee to get back!"