[williams]

If the clan was worried about the remaining medicine cat, they had the respect to not tell her directly. Dewfrost kept her workload constant, continuing the examination of each clanmate as she had before- ... 

Her voice was professional yet cool with each cat that was brought in. Only the youngest were graced with true smiles but even then, they did not reach her eyes. The older warriors were given quirks of her lips, an acknowledgement that they were doing well without the feeling reaching her heart. She felt betrayed by their loyalty, but duty kept her moving forward. A warrior was expected to continue when their mentor died, so Dewfrost continued as well. 

The den was almost identical to what it was before, herbs tidy, spare nests out front, soft lavender woven into the rooftop among the feathers brought in by thankful clanmates, or gathered by Dew herself in her younger apprentice days. The only noticable change was the medicine cat's nest in the back, the moss from both nests combed into one pile to preserve the scent of Swanfeather while Dewfrost slept. She did not dream. 

Tasks done for the day, Dewfrost cleaned the front of the den. Her paws pushed the dirt into piles, sweeping up any stray bits brought in by the day's warriors, and making the surface smooth. It was a slow task, but it gave her something to do. She didn't want to focus on anything her mind was trying to tell her. She just wanted to move on. 


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Justice
music insp for title [here]

[Justice]

She was worried. She'd been watching both her daughters the entire time since Swanfeather's death, since Rushwhisker had come home covered in blood scent and told everyone he'd killed her. It broke her heart to see her two offspring conflicted against each other, and moreso it pained her that Dewfrost had closed off so entirely. She wanted her kit back.

So today, despite not being sick or injured in anyway, the fluffy she-cat went to visit the medicine cat's den. "Dewfrost are you in?" She mewed softly, poking just her head in and looking around until she saw her daughter's frame. She saw that the other she-cat was busy and stepped in to help her sweep out the debris as well, quiet for a long moment. Even if Dewfrost protested, she was going to help her. After awhile, and most of the debris cleared, she sat down to face her daughter. "I thought you could use some non-sick company."

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[williams]

Dewfrost heard her mother's voice, calling for her attention. She glanced up, giving the warrior a slight smile, "Hi mom." Before she could delve into the professional shell she had been wearing all day, Echoshade stepped in close and helped sweep up the floor. Dewfrost opened her mouth to protest- her mom didn't need to help- then she saw the look in her eyes. It would be good for the older she-cat to help, so the medicine cat continued alongside her.

They worked in silence, mostly because Dewfrost did not know what to say. She let the comforting sound of two sets of paws and tails soothe her thoughts as she hoped they would. Her mother instead broke the silence, sitting in front of her with questions in her similarly blue eyes. Dewfrost held the gaze for the duration of the question, then dipped her head down to stare at her paws. The dust of the den made the dark fur lighter. She brushed one front paw against the other to clean away the dust. "It's been pretty quiet." She admitted, still not looking up. No one really visited her. None of the warriors were close enough to the medicine cat to take time out of their day to drop off prey, or say hello. Of course her family would, which was nice. If expected.
Perhaps only Echoshade would now, as Silverstar was busy leading and Ferngaze was-
Well. 
It's not like her sister had visited much anyways. 

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Justice  

[Justice]

Echoshade noticed her daughter closing back into herself and scooted on her rump to sit alongside her, leaning against the younger she-cat and sweeping her tail back and forth across her back as she purred comfortingly. "Everyone is still in shock, give it some time." She headbutted the other, sighing. "Your father is worried about you both." Dewfrost and Ferngaze went unsaid. It was unusual for Silverstar to really involve himself in his offspring's lives beyond that of a leader, but he'd been trying much more recently to get more involved.

"You know I love you no matter what happens, don't you? I'm your mother, you can't do anything that will change that fact." She headbutted her again. "You are not Swanfeather, and you don't have to try to be like her. You are perfect just the way you are. I think its good for you to hear that sometimes."

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[williams]

Dewfrost accepted the closeness, leaning with her head tucked into her shoulder. She snorted at the comment of Silverstar being worried, not out of disrespect but disbelief. The tom had been around sure, but she guessed his worries were closer to those he would have for any clanmate. Unhappy members led to a less unified clan, and that made any leader's job harder. "Didn't mean to worry him," was her response after a pause, muttered into Echoshade's side. She'd rather help the leader, be on his side to assist with the spirituality Rainclan needed.

"I love you too," came her next words, soft with a catch of anger filling her next words. The amount of venom is surprising, especially as anguish overlaps it. It is very clear that the young she-cat misses her mentor. "I don't want to be Swanfeather. She didn't pick me to be the next her." The last word is bitter, landing heavily on the floor like a piece of rotten prey. It is reminiscent of the outrage felt by those observing Swanfeather come back into the medicine cat position after the war. No one wanted her back, they were desperate. They needed a medicine cat. The older she-cat had tried though, and that's the catch Dewfrost got stuck on. From her talks and memories with Frostfang she knew Swanfeather had broken the clan, and couldn't excuse it. Yet, Swanfeather tried with her, tried to fix the errors so the next medicine cat kept Rainclan moving upward. She could feel the garden of hope in her chest, the withered leaves scrape against the ice formed in her mentor's death. She felt betrayed, left adrift and alone. Her youth would keep her alone for many seasons; training an apprentice now would be unconventional, thus Dew was alone for the first time since becoming a 'paw.

Under her breath, she says, "I hope the clan is in shock, they let her death happen."

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Justice
she is very upset in her grief, and echo is probably the only one who'll soothe it.