i'm at your feet [open--assignment]

[splashtana ★]

She'd admit it. She was scared out of her wits. Honestly, the poor, dainty, little tortoiseshell she-cat was shaking so hard it was as if some one had grabbed hold of her at the shoulders and was shaking her back and forth with great speed and force. With tears pooling in her baby blue doe eyes, and her sharp, ivory hued incisors were chattering inside of her jaws. Sweetleaf was honestly a pathetic sight right now, but who could blame her? She'd seen a ferret run off with her catmint, odd right? Anyways, she'd chased it down, and it got dark all of a sudden. Then the storm came. So the WindClan medicine cat accidentally wandered onto ShadowClan's territory. It was dark, cold, wet, and she was horrified. What if no one ever found her? Trying to push the bad thoughts from her mind, she looked around with a cautious expression, but there was a faint glimmer of hope still in her that she was safe.

Closing her eyes and sitting down, she finally let sobs consume her small body, making her rock with such force it was as if a hurricane was billowing past, but she tried to make no sound. So Sweetleaf just looked like a ridiculous, rocking, soaking wet mass that was making little sniffling sounds. Not to mention the steady stream of tears that was coming from both of her baby blue optics at the given moment. Forcing herself to stop at the sound of pawsteps, the tortoiseshell and white she-cat rose to her paws with lightning fast speed, her fur fluffing up in fear, and her eyes widening in horror. It was clear the terrified she-cat meant no harm at all. "H-hello? I-I-Is anyone ther-there?" Sweetleaf asked, both scared and shivering at once, messing up her speech and making her stutter with the effort of it. Not like her, not like her at all.

[Waffu-Waffu]

^{(oh my god I love you I needed to start my own assignment and I was feeling to lazy to do that so bluhluhluh I'm posting with my sweet bby Lakesong)}

<sub>Lakesong was far, far away from his warm Riverclan waters and in a place no Riverclan cat should ever be located; the dry, barren lands of Shadowclan. The gray tabby could practically feel his pinkish fins drying up as he stumble about, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his thick, scaly tail dragging on the ground. Starclan, how did he even get into this mess?

That's right...He went to get some herbs on the edge of the Riverclan territory, and the wind had blown him around until he fell into the river that brought him towards Windclan. The tom had desperately fought against the current, but the elements were too strong even for a Riverclan swimming ace such as himself. He had been thrown around, beaten and bruised by the rough water until even his gills were sore when he washed up on shore. His senses were so battered up that he just started walking in whatever direction his webbed paws had taken him.

That was a few hours ago, and the sun had long dried up his soaked body, and he found himself wishing he was being thrown around in the water instead of slowly withering away like some sort of plant in the desert. It was relentless until the sun started to drop beyond the horizon and provided temporary relief, but then a powerful storm came quickly after the sun dipped away. the water provided temporary relief to his drying body, but soon, the raindrops felt like needles against his skin, and he was forced to take shelter when the thunder began to rumble above.

However, it was not without its...guests.

A smaller she-cat, one with striking blue eyes was waiting for him. but her presence did not bother him, for even when everything was going to hell, Lakesong was the unshakable, unfeeling rock of his clan, and his green eyes were always portraying his lack of emotion. He just brushed past her and plopped his rear on the ground, his fur not spiked and his body language neutral and uncaring. Her persistent shaking and chattering were beginning to gnaw at his natural instincts though.

"Peace, Sweetleaf." He knew her, of course he did. They shared a brief time together in Riverclan, but perhaps she didn't remember him then, as he kept to himself even back then. They never spoke, or if they did, their conversations were no more then a few words before she was washed away to her away. After that, the only other opportunity they had to see each other was perhaps at Medicine cat gatherings, but he kept his time with the others as brief and silent as possible. His calming voice rang out again, "I'm no enemy of yours..."</sub>

[splashtana ★]

[el oh el, love you as well SML<33]

She knew that voice. Relaxing a bit as she realized who the source of the sound was, she let out an exasperated sigh, tears falling from her eyes in both relief, and still fear of what would happen. Her RiverClan adaptations had been very faint when she was in RiverClan, as in the fact that her gills were so small they wouldn't work, and her tail had maybe three scales on it in total. So, her swimming had always been weak compared to her former clanmates. But since moving to WindClan, her adaptations had pretty much gone away just like that. But with this rain, she could feel her waterproof adaptations tingling ever so slightly, but not really showing up at all because she was a WindClan cat now, and she didn't have a need for swimming anymore.

"H-hi. Were you brought here my mistake t-too? I got lost while I w-was looking for herbs." Sweetleaf explained, stuttering ever so slightly as she spoke. She was naturally like that around cats she didn't know all that well. Even though Lakesong was another medicine cat, she didn't know him as much as she should have, being his clanmate once and all that jazz. It was a weird thought, but maybe they'd get to know each other just a bit now that they were lost and pretty much trapped here in ShadowClan territory for the given moment.

Sweetleaf had a feeling her clanmates would try to find her, but she couldn't help to feel as if they wouldn't, and that they'd just expect her to find her way back. But in this state, is quite obvious she wouldn't be able to for a little while. The lithe tortoiseshell and white she-cat was paralyzed with fear, shaking softly, with a steady stream of tears trailing down from her baby blue doe eyes. Oh, she must be so annoying! She just had a very, very weak heart at times. And it was showing through right now. "Are we go-going to be stuck here for-forever, Lakesong?"