Lost Creek Hollow Butterflyfish

Me: This will be fun!

Me five minutes later: Why am I writing this at work and crying at my desk? :D

It was dark and Crowfeather had been sleeping fast with his limbs twined with Silvertongue’s and his snout buried deep in the ruff of her neck. The call started him, jumped him to go. He blinked sleepily and shifted, worried that he might wake her, worried that he would disturb her sweet peace. The shadow leaned into her and pressed a kiss to her neck. He had not forgotten the love she had given. He had not forgotten how she had loved him despite his unlovable qualities.

In his tired state, she was first to pull out and approach the caller at their border. On his three legs, he moved much slower. In pursuit of her scent, he padded the hollow and drew up beside her with a wide yawn of his narrow snout.

But his stomach could not stand the image that his eyes had created.

What cruel trick was this? What horrible dream had plagued him?

Like something from his nightmares, he saw the glow of yellowpaint eyes before he saw the wounds that bled through the man’s care. Crowfeather froze, afraid. Tears came quick and he had no means to fight them in his weary state.

Germanicus, he breathed, voice falling from his lips in a haggard whisper. You- You- You’re hurt.

And his heart told him to rush forward and mend what had been done, but his feet would not budge.