Feeling Lonely

[Sarah]

Fernpool sat on an area that was free from snow, gazing at the sky. She was alone. That creeped her out. She wasn't used to being alone. She felt sad and lonely, but felt she couldn't go back to camp. There was no one for her to love back there. What would be the point in going back to camp when there's no one to love? Fernpool let out a long sigh.

[Tiger]

"Fernpool?" Whitestar stepped out from behind a small, scrubby bush. Crystals of snow clung to his lower legs, a testament to his recent run through the meadow. "Are you feeling all right? I was going to have you lead a hunting patrol, but if you don't want to, that's okay..." Anxiously, he shifted his weight between his front paws. As a leader, he strove to have every member of his small clan accounted for. A fatal accident would be far too easy if a cat were to take a misstep while hunting by the lake.

[Sarah]

Fernpool jumped, not expecting Whitestar to come. She let out another sigh. "Yes. I can lead the hunting patrol, Whitestar." she meowed, standing up. Once again, she sighed and started heading back to the camp, keeping silent the whole time.

[Tiger]

"You seem a little...off." Whitestar frowned. "Are you sure you're feeling all right? Is there anything I can do to help? I'm the leader after all. It's my job." He quickened his step to keep pace with the she-cat. "You can take whoever you want along," he added anxiously despite the sheepish smile on his face.

[Sarah]

Fernpool was getting annoyed. "I'm perfectly fine!" she yowled, hissing when she finished. She didn't cast a single glance at Whitestar while she talked. She just continued walking on, trying not to pay any attention to Whitestar.