BUT YOU WALKED PAST ME LIKE I WASN'T THERE
A SINGLE TEARDROP FALLING FROM YOUR EYE

Time ebbed and flowed, dreams drifting up of what can be. Things that the young tom wanted to be. He wished for a lot of things, happiness, to find love, to be cherished, yet he felt as if none of these things would come to pass. Like sense of foreboding hanging in the air around him. He also craved things that he never spoke of. Power. To be able to kill those that dared stepped on lands they did not own. To protect? Just because? He did not know yet. His path was not completely set in stone yet but something might reveal that. As his dreams began to fade his mismatched eyes slowly opened up. The pain of his neck making him wake faster. His head throbbed from the wounds there and he slowly pushed himself to stand up or at least sit up. Much of his throat was bandaged and even swallowing seemed like a chore for him. Breathing in slowly memories bounced in his head and tears starter to prick his eyes. No. He couldn't cry.

With a shake of his skull he pushed open the door to the home only to stumble out into the lightly. His gaze narrowed against the sun for a moment before he looked around. What was different? How long was he asleep? Everything hurt. Hanging his head a bit he would sigh as he made his way along the boardwalk, not sure where he was going but he was moving somewhere.

Had she been worried post-attack for Goldenpaw? Yes. It seemed a normal thing, concern building up over the injury sustained by a friend, and anyone with half a brain could have told you that certain injuries were worse than others. Anything with the neck, the throat, it was almost a death sentence in most cases, and with her perception of injury being the worst of the worst given her upbringing, it was no surprise that even someone as bouncy and bubbly as herself was taken down a few pegs in a sort of pre-mourning. Truth be told, despite Winterhymns having arguably the best medical care in the area, she thought Goldenpaw would die.

But he didn’t.

Her reflection stared back at her in choppy pieces as the discens stared over the side of the boardwalk, not sure why she was there or how she even ended up looking at the water now. Sort of an autopilot move, she supposed, too absent minded to go about her usual shenanigans. Of course, the sound of more paws caused her to move her gaze behind her, head looking over her shoulder with a twitch of her curled whiskers. ”Golden Boy?” Sunny blinked, rubbing her eyes with a small white paw as if she might have thought she was seeing things. But no, Drayden saw him too. ”Shouldn’t you be resting, hon? It wasn’t exactly a small injury you got.”