""Maple!" Willow shouted, her claws gripping the wooden platform as the wind whipped at her. "Wills! I'm here!" Maple shouted from the entrance of her room, yet the harsh breezes stole her voice. Maple fought the gale, trying to reach her mate, shouting her name. Then, in a brief moment, they made eye contact. Then Willow slipped. The 6 foot drop was small, yet every second lasted an eternity. She fell onto her shoulder, and her head hit the ground a split second later. Maple pushed through the broken debris, her paws thundering against ground in a frantic sprint until she threw herself over Willow's still form, protecting it from the ongoing winds. She bared her teeth against the roaring cyclone above, tears streamed down her cheeks as she pressed her paws to her mate's back. "Please don't be dead, Wills," she choked out, but the gale swallowed her voice whole." Holy AI my inner poet just came out
