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Post by Insidious on Feb 19, 2016 0:17:11 GMT -5
Littletimber stayed behind to take care of the sick, the wounded, and Bluejay, albeit hesitant to admit it, was eager to attend the Gathering. She was eager to get out of camp, more like it. She was beginning to feel suffocated by the weight of all eyes being on her. Everyone still looked at her like, at any moment, she would break all over again, and it was that more than anything that made her feel closer to breaking than to recovering. Littletimber, at least, didn't dwell, and she never thought she would catch herself being grateful to him for a lack of sensitivity. It wasn't exactly the kind of trait she coveted.
TreeClan filed in second to LightningClan, and she found herself sitting alone, something that, for the normally sociable she-cat, was a tad odd. The last time she had been at a Gathering, she was an apprentice, and her only concern was watching out for her sister. She recalled, with a small smile, that her sister met Mudpelt, then, and though she looked for him for a moment, she guiltily averted her eyes to the ground. She liked to think that the two of them were friends, but they didn't have much to talk about other than Pinkcloud, and neither of them needed to be reminded of what they had lost.
The rest of the clans arrived one after another until all but RainClan was present. She was far from the only one who seemed curious of their whereabouts, and she cast a look over her shoulders, hoping that, whatever it was, it wasn't too terrible a burden that they wouldn't be able to make it. Her thoughts immediately shifted to Rushwhisker, overwhelmed by her own concern. The two of them had ended things rather... well she liked to think, but she still cared about him more than words could describe. She feared that feeling would never go away in its entirety.
When she saw him, she hardly had time to wonder what had become of Razorstar, because all she wanted was to be close to him. With a grin that she hadn't sported for what felt like a lifetime, she sprung to her paws, weaving through the crowd and politely excusing herself whenever she almost ran into somebody heading in the opposite direction. "Rushwhisker!" She called warmly, arriving at his side and resisting the urge to bury her face in his fur.
He felt like home in a way that was different from TreeClan. It seemed like she was safe whenever he was nearby. She could almost forget about what things were like for her back at camp. "It has been too long since I've last seen you," she purred, "I have so much to tell you." She took a deep breath, then, a sad smile on her face. She didn't even realize that she had started to tremble. If he knew her at all - and she liked to think that he did - she wouldn't have to say it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 1:21:51 GMT -5
I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame...
Following Timberwing to the Gathering, Rushwhisker just tried to process everything that happened back at camp. The fur along his spine ripples uneasily as he thought of Swanfeather and her tirade against their new leader. Her words were filled with so much hate, he simply couldn't understand it. Even in his worst moments, he had never felt hatred toward anyone. He padded along silently beside Russethawk, lost in his thoughts, though he dragged himself back every so often to glance back at Frozenpaw, the little white she-cat trailing after him. At least he didn't have to worry about her gossiping to the other apprentices at the Gathering about what had transpired.
As they neared StarClan's Claws he flicked his tail over his apprentice's ears to get her attention. His tail waved the signal he always used when he wanted her to follow him, planning to keep her close in case any sort of misunderstanding arose from her deafness. RainClan entered the clearing, the last to arrive though that wasn't surprising, and he had just split from Russethawk when a familiar voice called his name. His ears perked immediately and the weight of worry for what was going to happen to RainClan lifted somewhat as he caught sight Bluejay heading his way.
“Bluepaw! No, you must be a warrior by now. What's your new...?” he trailed off as she started trembling, the expression on her face shifting from her initial excitement at seeing him to something he really hadn't hoped to see. “What....” He stiffened slightly, looking quickly around. Bluepaw would never have come to the Gathering and left her sister behind. His own expression fell as he caught no sign of the white furred she-cat, “No.... No. Oh, Bluepaw... I'm so sorry.” He pressed himself against her without stopping to think how it might look to anyone else, and even if he had thought about it, he didn't care. Now they had both lost cats they had cared about so deeply.
When he first met her, she had been so wise for her age, speaking of the death of her father and sister... but Pinkpaw had been different. Pinkpaw's death had shaken her like he imagined nothing else ever would. He closed his eyes, not for the first time wondering why StarClan saw fit to take so much from the cats they watched over. How could they take Bluepaw's sister away? He nudged her cheek, his voice quiet, but thick with emotion, "I would fight all of StarClan if I could get her back for you." He didn't know if that was the right thing to say, if that would be what she wanted to hear, but Rushwhisker always spoke from his heart whether it was what cats wanted to hear or not, and there was no doubt in his mind that he would follow through on his words if such a thing were possible.
I wanna live better days, never look back and say, “It could have been me.”
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Post by Insidious on Feb 19, 2016 13:55:28 GMT -5
She readily sunk into him. It was comforting to know that, despite everything that had transpired between them, he was still willing to be there for her when she needed him. She didn't have to time to think about how it would look to the cats around them. Rushwhisker didn't seem to be concerned, so neither was she; all of TreeClan, and all of RainClan, too, would hopefully know better than to doubt where their loyalties laid. Both of them had made their choice, but that didn't mean they couldn't still choose each other from time to time.
"Thank you." He wouldn't be able to see the way her eyes softened with her pressed into his neck, but she hoped he would be able to tell that she meant it. With a shaky breath, she pulled away, and her smile - although sad - seemed a lot closer to being real than it had in a long time. She was going to be okay without Pinkcloud. It took her a long time to realize that. The loss of her sister still stung, and she still felt it in the most unreachable spot in her heart, but it would slowly become okay again. No matter what, she couldn't stop thinking positively.
"Oh, my name -" She chuckled softly, meeting his eyes evenly. " - it's Bluejay. Hers was Pinkcloud." She swallowed the lump in her throat. Her sister's name wasn't offered out of grief as it had been with Mudpelt and Gustclaw. Rushwhisker was one of the few who truly understood how close the two of them had been. It was that, originally, that brought them together. Because of that she thought he deserved to know the name that her sister had received before her death. "I don't come with strictly bad news, actually: You're looking at the new medicine cat apprentice of TreeClan." It was then that her pale eyes brightened, really brightened, because she felt like she was finally doing what she was meant to do. She had been trying to help since she was a kitten. It was startling, almost, that Littletimber hadn't chosen her immediately, but she would never think to degrade Honeypaw's memory, nor the service she was to TreeClan.
"I'm being awfully selfish, aren't I, talking about myself like this nonstop?" Bluejay shuffled closer to him, caught off guard by how much she missed being able to talk to him without worrying about what her clan would think. They would have to accept that she had friends in different clans. Lionstar had seen that for himself firsthand when he retrieved her from the LightningClan border. Becoming the medicine cat apprentice wasn't something to be taken lightly, and she assumed that she had went into the position with her clan's full faith in her - and her heart, especially, because it would be given to those outside of her border freely. She had always known that blood didn't matter to her, but Rushwhisker, of all cats, had made that crystal clear. "How are you? I see that Timberstar has taken over?" She paused briefly out of respect. "I hope that your friend - Russethawk, right? - is handling it well."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2016 18:42:35 GMT -5
I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame...
Sitting beside her as she pulled away, he gave her his full attention. What she had said before was true, they had not seen each other in moons... not since they had parted ways after ending their short romance. While being away from her had been hard, he couldn't help but think he had needed it, to distance himself from her and try to move on from how he felt about her. And then he had been named Frozenpaw's mentor and it had become easier not to dwell on her and what they had given up.
“Bluejay,” he murmured, giving a soft smile. And Pinkcloud. From what he knew of Bluejay gentle sister, the name suited her well. His ears angled forward as she continued, sharing her good news with him as well. His eyes widened in surprise, “You're going to be a medicine cat?” The question was rhetorical, something he spoke more for himself so that he might wrap his head around the information. It wasn't that it didn't make sense, for Bluejay had always cared deeply for others, even across Clan boundaries, which she had proven to him on their first meeting. On the contrary it made perfect sense, he just hadn't been expecting it.
He purred, seeing how her expression had changed. She looked like a cat who had been lost for moons and had finally found her way home. “Congratulations. You'll make a wonderful medicine cat.” He felt a flash of guilt as relief washed over him. As a medicine cat, she would not be able to take a mate or have kits. He would never have to watch her pressed up against some other tom at a future Gathering. He would not have begrudged her for finding a mate in her own Clan, in fact he had hoped she would find a tom who could make her as happy as she deserved to be, but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt to think about.
He flicked her with his tail as she spoke of her selfishness. Bluejay was too selfless, and he enjoyed that he could draw out some selfishness in her (even if it was only her sharing about new developments in her life like any other cat wouldn't think twice about) because it was important to take care of yourself from time to time too. Then she mentioned Timberstar and his ears flicked back, his gaze wandering up to soon to be leader of RainClan where she stood on the boulder with the other leaders. It had been understood that nothing of what had transpired would be spoken of at the Gathering. Timberwing had chosen cats specifically for her trust in them.
And yet he couldn't bring himself to lie to Bluejay. He knew she would never use the information against them, especially now that she was a medicine cat, but even if she wasn't she would never have betrayed his trust. She had asked him about himself first, however, so perhaps he could focus on that for now. “I'm doing all right. I have an apprentice now.” His ears flicked up at the thought of Frozenpaw and he glanced around quickly, angry at himself for forgetting about her so easily. She wasn't far away, sitting with a TreeClan she-cat he didn't know. After observing them for a moment, he relaxed, as nothing bad seemed to be happening. He let out a relieved sigh, “I'm such a fishbrain.”
He nodded toward Frozenpaw where she sat with Silentsong, looking back to Bluejay but keeping his apprentice in the corner of his eye, “That's Frozenpaw, my apprentice. She's absolutely wonderful. She's deaf, so I was so honored to be chosen to be her mentor since I've never had an apprentice before. I thought a more experienced warrior would be chosen. It's challenging, but she's learning at her own pace. We're working on signals to communicate and she catches on to them pretty quickly.” He cast an affectionate glance back at the fluffy white she-cat, “We're both learning from each other. It's really great.” He didn't even meant to ignore her questions about Timberstar and Russethawk at this point, he was just so happy to be able to share his news about Frozenpaw being his apprentice it faded to the back of his mind that she had even asked.
I wanna live better days, never look back and say, “It could have been me.” OOC: No that's fine, he definitely would have mentioned Russethawk to her x3
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Post by Insidious on Feb 21, 2016 20:59:33 GMT -5
His praise warmed her heart. She knew deep down that she had the potential to be the most emphatic medicine cat the clans had ever seen, but to think so highly of herself, and to degrade other medicine cats and the work they did in the process, sat uncomfortably in the pit of her stomach. Rushwhisker saying it out loud, at least, made her feel lighter, and made it seem real. There was something about the sound of his voice that soothed her deepest concerns, and she was more grateful for him, and for his kindness towards her, than she could hope to express.
"An apprentice?" She echoed, following his gaze to the pretty she-cat sitting beside Silentsong. His worry for her was so clear, and had he not quelled his own anxiety, she would've been more than happy to do it for him. Silentsong claimed ownership to such a gentle spirit, and Bluejay was honoured to be her clanmate. His apprentice would be safe with her. "She's precious, Rushwhisker. I'm so happy you were given the opportunity to train her. Your patience will mean so much to her, I'm sure." She smiled, then, imagining what it would've been like to train an apprentice before she was named Littletimber's. She knew she would've been able to do so much for someone like Frozenpaw but, of course, she knew that the same applied for her friend, and she was eager to see what became of their pairing. If she couldn't have the opportunity, StarClan knew she was content to see someone like Rushwhisker having it instead. "I would love to meet her sometime. Maybe after the leaders' announcements before we part ways?" Frozenpaw looked so taken with Silentsong, and she would hate to interrupt.
It didn't even bother her that Rushwhisker evaded her questions. She presumed that he didn't do it on purpose; he practically glowed when he brought up his apprentice, and she could understand wanting to talk about the good as opposed to the bad. Anyone else would've attempted to coax him back onto the topic, but she felt no need whatsoever to push him. Her face was gentle, limitlessly sincere, as she met his eyes, and she wished she could share in this moment for the rest of eternity: The two of them, here, and happy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2016 21:39:10 GMT -5
I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame...
He purred, happy she thought he would do well with his apprentice. He had his worries every now and then, wondering if he was going about her training the right way, if a more experienced warrior really should have been her mentor instead, but then he reminded himself that were no other deaf cats in the Clan currently. No one had experience training someone who could not hear them. No matter how much experience as a warrior one had or how many apprentices they had trained, they had never trained any cat like Frozenpaw. All he could do was try his best with her, and take as much time with her as she needed, and he was sure she would be a warrior one day.
“I'd love for you to meet her. I wonder if she'll give you her special greeting,” he laughed, his eyes soft as he thought about how Frozenpaw pressed up against his chest. His tail flicked uneasily as she brought up the leaders and he glanced back to Timberwing. Her announcement would be a complete lie. His pelt prickled, everything inside him against the massive lie he and his Clanmates were telling, and yet it couldn't be helped. No every cat had the best of intentions, especially not this leaf-bare. He understood how the other Clans could use RainClan's instability to their advantage in their desperation, even if he didn't want to believe they would.
He kept his gaze on Timberwing, recalling his avoidance of Bluejay's previous question, “Russethawk is all right, by the way. He's... stronger than I am, I think.” He glanced back at her with a sad smile, remembering the day they met and how lost he had been, “But... but RainClan isn't. All right, I mean....” His voice had dropped to a quiet murmur. He wanted to tell her everything. To share with her how his Clan was tearing itself apart from the inside and how worried he was for their future. He wanted to tell her because sharing his worries with her always made him feel better about them, made him more optimistic, made him feel like everything would be okay in the end.
His gaze shone with concern and frustration as it met hers, his voice quiet and urgent, “She's still Timberwing. Swanfeather won't take her to the Moon Tree to get her lives because she was born in NightClan-” A familiar voice interrupted him before he could get any farther.
I wanna live better days, never look back and say, “It could have been me.” Fawn
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Post by Fawn on Feb 22, 2016 23:51:41 GMT -5
B I T T E R N W I N G
Warrior of RainClan. 15 Moons. She-Cat.
"Hey, Brother. Do you still believe in one another?" -----
The purpose of a Gathering was to relax and socialize under a banner of peace, to hear news of the Clans and keep their claws sheathed. Yet Bitternwing was wasting her opportunity to talk with cats of other Clans; instead, her eyes kept wandering the crowd of milling felines, in search of one tabby warrior in particular. It was foolish to expect he would want to hang around with other RainClan cats at the Gathering—he had to keep an eye on Frozenpaw, who undoubtedly would want to meet everyone.
Though Bitternwing found herself ensnared in several conversations since her arrival, she kept trying to gravitate towards Rushwhisker, wanting to be near enough to say something interesting—something that would put both of their minds off of the chaos they'd experienced back at camp—and ask him for advice with Glowpaw. Technically asking him for advice could have waited until they'd returned to the warriors den, but...
Oh just go over there, urged the voice in the back of her head. He doesn't bite. He's one of the nicest cats you know. He might even be glad to see you. Bitternwing perked up at this, and she made a few self-conscious licks of her fur to make sure she wasn't going over there looking like she'd just rolled out of her nest.
"Rushwhi—" A blue-gray she-cat bearing TreeClan's scent brushed past her. Bitternwing sputtered an apology, but the cat was already gone—and headed right for Rushwhisker. Who is that cat? Bitternwing stepped closer, her whiskers prickling uncomfortably as Rushwhisker greeted her with a smile she hadn't seen... ever? In a long while, at least.
There was an obvious companionship between them, a feeling of familiarity that even she could notice. Bitternwing's fur fluffed, trying to fight off the sensation of thorns prickling her skin, and hastily turned away. She didn't want to spy on him and his conversations—and he looked... so happy that she didn't want to interrupt. Soon, Bitternwing found herself caught up in another pleasant conversation with a StoneClan warrior, but her answers were woefully distracted, the fluffy she-cat's thoughts on something else entirely.
Does Rushwhisker have feelings for her? She's ... quite pretty.
Great StarClan, she felt terrible.
I should just ask him about it later. He'd be honest with me.
He probably would, he was a kind cat who didn't seem the type to tell a lie. But what if she didn't like the answer?
Figuring she'd get no peace if she didn't at least say hello to him and this mystery she-cat, Bitternwing excused herself from Valleyfall's side, bounding over lightly to the conversing pair.
“She's still Timberwing. Swanfeather won't take her to the Moon Tree to get her lives because she was born in NightClan-”
Bitternwing's heart jumped into her throat. He's TELLING HER about RainClan's problem? Her eyes were as wide as the full moon above, her coat fluffing further in shock, scarcely daring to believe he would be so open about private Clan matters with someone not of their Clan.
"Hello Rushwhisker!" She squeaked, voice too high despite her best attempt at sounding normal. Bitternwing flashed him a warning look in her eyes, before smiling at the she-cat as if it was her last chance in the forest to do so. "Who is your friend? We've never met before. I'm Bitternwing. What's it like in TreeClan?"
She had to say something. She had to say anything to steer the conversation away from such dangerous waters. Inside, her stomach was tangling itself into knots. Just who was this she-cat that Rushwhisker would tell her everything?
Why was she so special to him?
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"Oh, if the sky comes falling down for you, There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do."
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Post by Insidious on Feb 23, 2016 11:36:13 GMT -5
She didn't have the slightest clue what Rushwhisker could mean by Frozenpaw's special greeting, but her eyes shone pleasantly nonetheless, eager to find out for herself. His expression, however, was quick to change, unbeknownst to the blue she-cat that her mention of the leaders had reminded him of what had yet to be discussed. Concerned, she drew closer, lowering her head and her ears. She wasn't going to urge him to tell her, instead waiting patiently for him to begin when he was ready. It seemed hard for him, and she wanted him to know that she would be here for him whenever he needed her, no matter what.
It started with Russethawk, and even though she was delighted to hear that he was recovering from his mentor's passing, she knew there was more and so she didn't interrupt. What was next to come out of his mouth was not only unexpected, but completely appalling. That a medicine cat would deny RainClan's deputy the ability to become leader was... cruel, and due to her blood no less. That kind of treatment went against everything Bluejay believed in, and now Timberstar - no, Timberwing - would need to stand with the rest of the leaders and lie because of the dangerous position that her medicine cat put her in.
"What of Ottersplash?" She reasoned for the sake of remaining hopeful; if something had happened to him, or he had sided with Swanfeather in this mess, she was certain she could arrange for Littletimber and herself to be of service. She was about to say as much until an unfamiliar voice cut into the conversation, providing a temporary distraction from the weight of what she had just heard. Bluejay's pale eyes were alight with surprise, but she managed to return the startling she-cat's smile.
If she had overheard their conversation, then of course she would've intruded. To anyone else, it would've looked like Rushwhisker was carelessly telling cats from the other clans about RainClan's issues. This feline couldn't possibly know she was trustworthy.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Bitternwing." She meant every word. "My name's Bluejay, and TreeClan proves to be a blessing in my life each and every day straight from StarClan." She knew no way more fitting to describe her clan, and what it was like to be a part of it. She couldn't know that Bitternwing simply wanted to change the subject. She could've just as easily been genuinely curious, and it would've been rude, in the medicine cat apprentice's mind, to neglect to answer.
She wanted desperately to continue her previous conversation with Rushwhisker and, oblivious to the warning in their new friend's eyes, she looked at him, too, for a sign that she could still say something about it. Nevertheless, with permission or not, she couldn't let someone think he was guilty of betraying his clan at her expense. "I don't know what you heard -" She began sincerely, willing the RainClan she-cat to believe her. " - but my intentions will always be pure, I assure you. Rushwhisker and I are very good friends. I would never betray his trust." She was talking to her as much as she was talking to him and, without realizing it, her eyes had found his and softened. It felt too personal, in Bitternwing's company, to say she would fight all of StarClan for him, too, if it meant she could erase the troubles in his clan.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 15:27:45 GMT -5
I wanna taste love and pain, wanna feel pride and shame...
Jerking around in surprise, eyes wide, his gaze fell upon Bitternwing. His ears twitched guiltily, but he didn't regret anything he had told Bluejay before the other she-cat interrupted them. Clearly she had caught him sharing RainClan's problem. He didn't know Bitternwing very well yet, but she certainly didn't seem like the type that would normally interrupt cats already having a conversation, and the way her voice took on a higher pitch when she greeted him gave away her distress. Then he caught the look she flashed him.
The fur along his spine bristled defensively, but he forced himself to relax. He knew how it would look to any of his Clanmates. He wasn't even sure Russethawk wouldn't have had a similar reaction. It wasn't his Clanmates' faults that they didn't know Bluejay like he did. He remained quiet as Bluejay answered Bitternwing's question, giving a soft sigh because he had hoped to talk with Bluejay about the issue further, but he didn't want to upset Bitternwing anymore than she already was. Bluejay glanced at him briefly and he tilted his head slightly, and then she attempted to explain his actions for him. He sighed again; she didn't have to do that.
He was about to open his mouth to add on when the leaders started speaking. He turned his attention toward where the five of them stood on top of the boulder, his ears pricked to hear what they had to say. It was a good distraction from Bitternwing's accusing eyes for the moment anyway. LightningClan's old leader had stepped down voluntarily to have kits? That was unusual. He closed his eyes briefly for their lost medicine cat apprentice, glancing over at Bluejay and wondering if she had gotten to meet him or not.
He paid a bit more attention as Lionstar stepped forward. Surely he would be announcing Bluejay in front of the Clans. His gaze softened as he announced Pinkcloud's death, pressing gently against Bluejay almost without realizing it. He closed his eyes again, hoping Pinkcloud could help her sister find peace with her death. His pale eyes opened once more as TreeClan's leader started speaking again, announcing new kits, and then Bluejay. He purred, holding back the urge to show more affection for her than he should now that so many eyes would be directed at them. He didn't need anyone starting rumors about them and ruining Bluejay's new life as a medicine cat.
He relaxed slightly as the new NightClan leader stepped forward and every cat's attention shifted away from their general direction. His eyes widened at the insinuation that Dimstar's words seemed to hold. His fur prickled uneasily and he cast a glance around for his Clanmates to see their reactions. Normally he would have thought that under no circumstance had a RainClan cat killed this NightClan warrior, Strawberryfrost, but after everything that had happened... his faith in his Clanmates had been shaken.
They were divided over the non issue of Timberwing's NightClan blood... who was he to say one of them hadn't killed a NightClan cat this leaf-bare? That didn't mean there wasn't at least a decent reason behind it... maybe it had been an accident, but still.... Then again, maybe she just fell through the ice and drowned and washed up later. It was unfortunate, but it didn't mean RainClan was at fault. In fact, if she was on the river while it was frozen it would mean that she'd been trespassing and NightClan was in the wrong here, not them.
He shook his head, Timberwing would handle the matter, and looked to Bitternwing, “Look. I don't blame you for getting the wrong idea, but I would never betray RainClan. I trust Bluejay with not only my life, but with all of RainClan's as well. She would never do anything to hurt us, especially now that she's a medicine cat and she'll never have to raise so much as a single claw against us for any reason.” His gaze flicked to Bluejay, relief spreading through him at his own words that he would never have to worry about meeting her in battle one day. He hadn't even thought about that before. He could never have hurt her, no matter what he Clanmates would have thought of him afterward. He turned back to Bitternwing, lowering his voice slightly, "If things escalate with Swanfeather... she might even end up helping us. Ottersplash is only half trained...."
I wanna live better days, never look back and say, “It could have been me.”
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Post by Fawn on Feb 28, 2016 18:41:28 GMT -5
B I T T E R N W I N G
Warrior of RainClan. 15 Moons. She-Cat.
If there's love in this life there's no obstacle,
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Oh no, Bitternwing realized with a sudden intake of breath, as Bluejay smiled at her with so much sincerity and kindness, it made her feel bad. She's a really nice cat. Oh dear. That made this so much harder. But how could... how could she just take them both at their word? And wasn't it, well, dangerous for Rushwhisker to confide in her so much?
Before these questions could properly eat away at her, the Clan leaders had begun to speak, and the pretty gray she-cat beside them was announced before almost every cat in the Valley to be a Medicine Cat's apprentice. O-Oh... Bitternwing's skin flushed crimson under her pelt, and she felt a momentary head-rush from the embarrassment engulfing her. I overreacted. I overreacted but— The fluffy she-cat stole a glance at Rushwhisker, finding no solace there.
“Look. I don't blame you for getting the wrong idea, but I would never betray RainClan. I trust Bluejay with not only my life, but with all of RainClan's as well. She would never do anything to hurt us, especially now that she's a medicine cat and she'll never have to raise so much as a single claw against us for any reason.”
He was dead-set on trusting her, that much was clear. But Bitternwing wasn't so sure. It wasn't as if Bluejay didn't seem like a very very nice healer, or anything like that, but it just—it just didn't feel right, and she couldn't explain it. Bitternwing shook her soft brown head. "I... I don't think that's your call to make, Rushwhisker. Trusting all of RainClan's life to someone outside of the Clan." She turned to Bluejay, tail twitching with discomfort. "I know Rushwhisker thinks t-the stars of you, and I'm sure I'd really like you too, but... RainClan's issues are RainClan's issues. Please let us handle our problems ourselves." The way they should be handled. "Before getting involved."
This was something for Ottersplash to maybe discuss with the others. She knew Swanfeather's apprentice was a meek but kindhearted tom. But she had faith in him, that he would know to seek counsel with the other medicine cats of the forest if he really felt like he needed it. Things are a mess right now, but... we can get through this.
Bitternwing didn't know what to say to Rushwhisker, so she said nothing. Instead, choosing to awkwardly take her leave. She couldn't explain the unpleasant drowning sensation she was experiencing—but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what that emotion was.
Disappointment. He said he would never be disloyal to RainClan, betray their trust, and yet... The way he looked at Bluejay, hadn't he done that already?
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That can't be defeated.
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