Sunnyheart awoke to the glare of the sun. Her limbs were sore and her pelt stung where sweat had found its way into her scratches. Her mouth was dry and her head was ringing. "Li-Lizardfoot..." There was a rustle outside and a pale brown she-cat's head appeared in the small den.
"Hmm? More water? I'll get you some food while I'm at it. Greypaw! Fetch water and food for the prisoner!" Sunnyheart flinched at the term. "Do you have to call me that?" She said hoarsely.
The she-cat appeared again, her ears laid back against her head. "Sorry. I have to make them believe me at least." Eager to change the subject, Lizardfoot continued. "Do you remember your first gathering?"
Sunnyheart let out a loud purr of amusement. "You were the first face I saw, jumping all over the place like a rabbit."
"One you couldn't catch." Lizardfoot grinned and ducked her head back out as Greyfeather returned with the food and water. A dusty squirrel was dropped at Sunnyheart's paws, as well as a dripping wet moss ball. Sunnyheart lapped at the moss, and took a bite of the squirrel, knowing it would be the only food she would be getting all day. She sighed and laid down her head on the pine needle lined nest.
Oh, Birchpaw. Come for me soon, please.