[Justice]

He was anxious. Though he'd come all this way, made the choice to follow Kindleflare and thus join the newly created GaleClan he was still anxious. He knew few of the cats here, but that would change with time. He told himself that the first step was to stop relying solely on Kindleflare for company and seek out others. He wasn't antisocial by any means, but he was very anxious. He'd found herbs to help him deal with it, but that didn't mean it went away entirely. The big tom took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. Nobody would hate him for simply wanting to talk. Nobody would push him away for a hello. He was one of them now, and the old clans were no more. He'd served as a warrior long before he'd become a medicine cat, and was now a warrior once again. He'd prove he belonged here, that he could contribute. With time he would make friends, and with time he would become more comfortable in these tunnels and paths. The first step, for now, was to stop following Kindleflare around like a lost kit. She didn't need a needy, broken old tom on her paws all the time. He could dote on her, but he didn't have to be there constantly. Time to start reclaiming the self he let slip away under the anger, the fear, and the general lack of caring that had come with his 'fight' with StarClan and his diminishing desire to be a medicine cat. He was strong, he wasn't being singled out by their ancestors, it was all his own mind fighting with him. And, most importantly, he was no longer a medicine cat.

Falconstorm took the first pawstep out into the main part of the camp and slowly meandered around, trying to decide where to approach someone first. His fluffy pelt felt almost suffocating, and it took another reminder that everything was fine, that nobody was watching him with hostility. Things would calm down, and he would be fine. So he walked along and tried to keep his mind quiet and calm.

[Amber]

Rabbitleap

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Things were finally starting to settle down. The trauma of greenleaf was fading, Clans were rebuilding, and though the world around them was forever changed, the winds and open plains of the moors were a familiar comfort. Prey was slowly returning, and the hunting party Rabbitleap had joined that morning was returning with an assortment of prey to add to the fresh-kill pile. As he dropped his catch, two mice and a small rabbit, onto the pile, he looked around the camp. Brown eyes caught sight of one of GaleClan’s newer members, the former medicine cat of TreeClan. Rabbitleap didn’t know much about the long-haired tom, but suddenly made the decision to reach out. Falconstorm had been distant since the Clans returned to the valley, and Rabbitleap wanted to make sure everyone knew they were welcome and wanted in their new Clans.

Snagging the rabbit that he had just dropped onto the fresh-kill pile, the brown spotted warrior slowly bunny-hopped his way over to where Falconstorm was standing. With a wave of his tail to get the other tom’s attention, Rabbitleap dropped his meal to the ground and spoke. "Hey. It’s Falconstorm, right? I’m Rabbitleap." He didn’t know how much the former medicine cat knew about him, but figured it’d be best to introduce himself instead of assuming. "Would you like to share this rabbit with me?" He smiled, a genuine, friendly smile, as his tail gently waved behind him.

Justice

I'm never changing who I am

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