#michiizos

Sabrina looked up from where she had been curled up on the seat beneath her bedroom window, knees tucked under her chin, arms wrapped around her legs, and saw the cat looking at her with the kind of uninvasive curiosity only a cat could manage.

"Are you sure you wanna risk the vibes?" she asked. "I'm not exactly popping with conversation right now."

Verse Three- Howlin’ Hound Dog. (Under the cut for length.)

It was a good thing Chase had a strong sense of smell, because it was almost closing time for the butcher shop in a small Arkansas town; Billy and the rest of the gang had told him to fetch some sausages for supper, so that’s what he was going to do. It was his turn to find an evening meal, anyway.

Bluestar couldn’t remember exactly how long it had been since she’d left camp. All she knew was that it was around moonhigh now, when most cats were asleep, and she’d left sometime after the sun had set.

She was tired, but not so much physically.

The ThunderClan leader’s eyes were darkened, missing the luminous light they had had before. She didn’t have the sharpness of mind that she used to possess.

Suddenly confused, Bluestar looked around. Where was she? Her whiskers twitched on a somewhat gaunt face.

Oh. She was almost at the RiverClan border.

A thumping ache pulsed with her heartbeat; the old, thin she-cat stared across the river without seeing anything. Only the thoughts of Stonefur and Mistyfoot occupied her mind.

Until the sudden scent of an unfamiliar cat made her bristle, that was.

Whirling around with a puffed-out tail and an arched, visibly emaciated spine, the feline’s blue eyes blazed with icy hostility. “Who’s there?!” she snapped in a voice like a crack of lightning, unsheathing her claws.

"If you're going to watch me so obviously, then you might as well do it inside near the fire, rather than hovering by my door."

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” She cooed in between her pettings. “Haven’t gotten too tired, right?”

It wasn't quite the same as the fires she remembered from her youth, but the warm glow from the stove heater was still cosy and comforting. Lilia could feel the aches in her body from tension and bad weather fading away as she tucked her legs up in her armchair. Nyght curled up beside her, half on her lap, half pushing her out of the chair completely.