Lazy Afternoons {open!}

[Cloudy]

The cheetahess stood up, her eyes mourning and tearlines striking as she looked upon the dying leopard. She was shocked by what he had said...that he was apologizing for what he had done....no one had done that. For once, Fallen Moon felt regret and guilt for what she had done, wishing she could have changed all this....knowing that she was somewhat responsible for this leopards death.

Walking up to him, she knelt down and watched his blood empty out from him and onto the ground. He's right...there is not saving him. Fallen Moon thought mournfully. "What is.. is your.. name?" The leopard asked, looking straight at her with pained and remorseful golden eyes. Fallen Moon stared straight back into them and said, "Fallen Moon. My name is Fallen Moon." Despite herself, the cheetahess smiled just a little, a friendly smile. "What is your name?" She asked softly, sitting infront of the dying leopard, knowing that right now was what counted...she had to make him feel somewhat loved, even though it was a very strange thing to do, at least for her since her mother's death.

[sora]

"Well, it's... it's.. it.. it's Sora. Nice to... meet you Fallen Moon." He replied. "There... may be one way to help me..." He told Fallen Moon. He brought himself enough strength to sit up. "Help me get to shelter... and get some cobwebs, that.. may help stop the... the... bleeding" He told her. "Thank you" He nodded to her, and let a weak smile. She... She smiled to me! He told himself, feeling happy. This, could be my first friend... He stared up to the sky. "Thank you too, mother." He said to the sky.

[Cloudy]

Fallen Moon felt her heart rise when the leopard sat up, determined not to let go of life now. Alot different than five seconds ago but at least I wont be burying any cat... She thought to herself, a little irritated but keeping the small smile on her face. Flanking the leopard with caution, she helps him to his feet and tries to keep him standing, even though its hard because she has to crouch to get to his height.

"Here.....lean on me....I'll take you to the tree line." Fallen Moon directs, ready to get walking and put Sora in the shadows of the forest as soon as he's settled, not wanting to risk him collapsing or irritating his wounds further.

[sora]

"Thanks... I know I must be.. irritating and all..." Sora's voice trailed off. He knew she would help him, so he leaned onto the cats shoulder and walked with her. He was careful with each step, avoiding any hazards and staying alert. If he fell or stumbled once, his wounds would be even more irritated. But, he kept going. I'm not giving up yet, okay mother? He thought to himself. He stared out with his vision blurry, looking for the exact spot Fallen Moon was taking him. Every muscle in his body ached, and screamed for him to stop, and he grunted every once and a while.

[Cloudy]

Fallen Moon let out a nasal laugh(hard to explain although Im sure u've heard it) at Sora's remark, because it was true and because he was actually admitting it. Without speaking, Fallen Moon leads the wounded leopard out from the blazing sun and into the cool shade of the trees, biting her tounge as the fur scraped against her open wounds. Laying Sora next to a tree trunk, without a word, she goes off to into the forest in search of these 'cobwebs'. I shouldve asked him what they were...oh well...lets see....I reconize 'webs', maybe he's speaking of crawlers sticky thread..

Not straying far from Sora, Fallen Moon searches through the undergrowth for sticky thread until she finds a large one. Shivering at the very thought of what could be in the thread, Fallen Moon grabs a twig in her jaws and wraps the web around the end, quickly pulling away with a white glob at the end of her stick before anything could come out. After wandering around and gathering more sticky thread, Fallen Moon finds a small puddle. Eager to drink, her throat screams at her with each swallow and her eyes stare at the cool blue liquid longingly. You need to get back to Sora. She reminds herself and reluctantly walks on.

When she gets back to the tree, she sits next to Sora with the wrapped stick still in her jaws. "Wa do I do nah?" She asks, words messed up by the interfering stick but she can't place it down or the thread will collect dirt and be of no use.

[sora]

Sora had a large pain jolt through his body, and he jumped. "Owwww...." He moaned. He looked up in the cheetah's eyes, with comfort that she was here. His head touched the ground as he relaxed again, and mumbled, "If you want, you put them on my cuts, and yours. But you can just do yours, and leave the rest of the cobwebs for me...". His body tensed once more, another sharp pain rippled through his body. This time he hid the pain, but his eyes clamped shut tightly. "What was I doing?" He muttered to himself in a low, whisper.

[Cloudy]

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[atrb=background,http://img804.imageshack.us/img804/7166/fallenmidcopy.jpg,true] Fallen Moon shakes her head to the strange-colored leopard's offer and her decision is reaffirmed when her eyes creep across hsi silvery-brown pelt. With as many deep wounds as his that were still oozing blood that ran rivers down Sora's pelt, Fallen Moon decided her few scratches could wait. Even though she hated the idea of getting scars from Sora's previous attack, the pale cheetah sat down infront of the leopard and placed the stick down on a rock so it didnt make contact with the dust. "Alright, now sit still...and don't you dare lunge at me again or I'll stick this sticky thread in your mouth." She warns with a narrowed eye glance, ignoring the sting of her wounds and turning her attention to Sora's self-inflicted cuts. Carefully, Fallen Moon peeled back the web, not enjoying the feeling of it on her paw, and slaps it on each of the several wounds of Sora's. In no time, she had placed all the sticky thread on the male leopards cuts, all of which have soaked the white thread but the flow of blood has slowed to a crawl and only trickles now. Scraping her paws against the grass to remove the sticky thread, Fallen Moon finishes tending to Sora's wounds for now and looks at her sides which are littered with scratches, unsure of what to say at the moment and annoyed at the feeling of web on her paws along with the sharp scent of blood that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. "Words are this color!" These are thoughts! Tags: Sora Notes: Eh..blood -.- Muse: 6/10 Words: