[When she looks again, blinking rainwater out of her eyes, Longtail is gone, and instead there's another cat running toward her, calling her name. Disoriented, at first she's unable to even make sense of what she's seeing—but soon he gets closer, carrying memories on his fur, and she remembers.]
H—hey...
[There's a strange contradiction in her head when the memory that's Firepaw's ends and her own returns: sharp pain and terror, then the absence of it—empty, tired acceptance. A racing heart gone still.
He's a Fire-type. What the hell is he doing out here in the rain?
He presses close, warm and soft and alive, nuzzling her forehead. Was he looking for her? No, that can't be right. She remembers now, against her will: no one came looking for her.
Before she can think to stop herself, she leans into him, burying her face in his fur.]
Y—... Yeah. [Her voice is taut and halting—shaken, but trying not to be.] Yeah, I'm good... Why wouldn't I be?
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H—hey...
[There's a strange contradiction in her head when the memory that's Firepaw's ends and her own returns: sharp pain and terror, then the absence of it—empty, tired acceptance. A racing heart gone still.
He's a Fire-type. What the hell is he doing out here in the rain?
He presses close, warm and soft and alive, nuzzling her forehead. Was he looking for her? No, that can't be right. She remembers now, against her will: no one came looking for her.
Before she can think to stop herself, she leans into him, burying her face in his fur.]
Y—... Yeah. [Her voice is taut and halting—shaken, but trying not to be.] Yeah, I'm good... Why wouldn't I be?