it takes a friend - private; arrow

[rhosmari]

"Arrow...? Her voice slowly slipped into the silent air as she peeked within the home she shared with the lively ghost. Her eyes of blue were partly narrowed before they adjusted to the dimmer light within the home. Although it was getting late and most were retiring to their homes the tribal woman had been put and looking to bring something back. She was worried. Very worried. The dead cat seemed to be the only one that cared about her feelings which she felt was a nice reprieve from the situations that had been going on. She was worried for the woman that had allowed her to stay with her, that had seen her for who she was even when her house and burned away and her old body with it. Gently she stepped into the house after turning to grab something, the fire of her mane and tail offering a warm orange glow to the room. With care she dropped the leg of the bird she had killed upon the ground. It had been a massive thing and she scooted across the floor before her mind clicked at how ridiculous this all was. Arrow was dead. She did not eat.

The lioness cringed a bit at the thought before she sighed softly. "She is sorry. She keeps forgetting that this one does not need...alive things anymore." The Shadow Regent took a step forward then and she moved to where the ghostly figure was. Her tail wrapped around her paws after a moment before she glanced back to the ethereal cat. Really she just wanted to know how she was doing and yet it was harder for her to form the words than she thought it would be. It was a sensitive thing she knew and her tribe was not used to such things. They spoke their hearts, tiptoeing did no good. "Is...is everything okay with her? She doesn't want anything bad to happen and she is worried about her health?" Especially the fact that no one in Tanglewood could actually do anything to help her.