So many times it happens too fast You trade your passion for glory
It felt weird, avoiding a cat. Finchcloud had looked in on Gorsetail in the days he'd been unconscious, but now that he was awake and... different... he wasn't sure how to react. He was still Gorsetail, but that NightClan leader's attack had hurt something inside him and he wasn't the same Gorsetail Finchcloud knew. He'd watched, hovering but out of the way, as the older tom had recovered well enough to leave Falconstorm's den and made his new nest in the elders' den. The respect and affection he'd felt- they were still there, because this was still the cat who he had trained under and come to know so well, but there was also hesitation as he watched Gorsetail struggle even to say words right.
Finchcloud wanted to visit him, but he wasn't sure how- and so he'd turned to pestering Ivyclaw every chance he could, to come with him on the visit- Gorsetail had mentored her, too, and maybe she could help. Somehow. He didn't know.
With a mouse in his jaws and a hopeful attempt at his usual exuberant step, Finchcloud headed for the tabby, whisking his tail in silent greeting before setting the mouse down and edging it forward with a paw. "Hi, Gorsetail. I hope you don't mind- we wanted to see you." He cast a glance back over his shoulder, checking that Ivyclaw was still there behind him, and then turned forward again. "It's a nice day, right? The rain helped cool it down a lot."
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past You must FIGHT just to keep them ALIVE