[Ghost the Undead Goddess]

Ebonyheart,

Livin' in ruins of a palace within my dreams

She was in a foul, irritable mood. 

And those damned cicadas were not helping, as their obnoxious screaming reached even within the heart of Stoneclan's camp. Had she a tail rather than a fluffy nub, it were for sure to have been curling and loosening from simmering emotions with each passing second. Instead, however, it just twitched every few moments like a grumpy bunny. 

It was highly improper of her to showcase any emotions, having been raised to be poised, respectful and ladylike, so the massive feline quickly shifted her paws to lead her into the solitude of her herb scented den once the patrol full of Stoneclanner left to face the pair of eagles that now threatened each cats' safety. Such large birds of prey were dangerous, and the ebony molly had already seen the damage they could cause to not only warriors, but leaders such as Hawkstar when one had ripped a life from him back when he still reigned. 

It was too soon. First Hawkstar to old age, and then Smokestar to the cruelty of the elements by burying her beneath tons of wet mud and earth. The last thing Ebonyheart wanted to witness was the passing of a third leader during her short time as being the Medicine Cat. 

The last thing she wanted to see was Birdstar's simple but powerful form crumbled and lifeless at her paws... The image practically caused a wincing within the heart beating inside her broad chest. Pale green pools blinked slowly, Ebonyheart was still trying to understand this... connection of sorts she had when it came to her dilute coated leader. 

Perhaps that was part of her current situation. She wasn't entirely sure what she was more frustrated about when it all came down to it. Was she angry at Starclan, for letting so many unfortunate things befall her clan within the span of a year? Was she irritated at the fact that mother nature felt the need to throw harm towards her cats, or that the black pelted shadow of death lurked around each corner?

Was she frustrated by the fact that Birdstar was such a noble and hardworking leader that would rather put himself in harms way then those of his trusted clanmates? Something so endearing to his nature, but so painfully dangerous through the eyes of a she-cat who could only stand by and heal once the damage was through. 

He was young, but how many of his nine lives was she going to have to sit beside him and wait for him awake before he realized that just because he had extra lives to lose didn't mean they were easily tossed aside.

It wasn't as though she hadn't tried, with also rubbed her nerves the wrong way. Ebonyheart had attempted to get Birdstar to stay behind, to watch over the camp while hardy senior warriors took his place in stead. With so many changes in the helm of Stoneclan, his life was more delicate in terms of being a support system for the clan on weakened legs.

Ebonyheart had been silence though, not out of malice or annoyance, but out of a soft smile and handsome green pools that blinked at her and offered reassurance that he'd be okay. It was his job, as leader, to be on the front lines and though she understood it, it didn't mean the large healer had to enjoy it. 

Was it truly for the sake of the clan that the black coated molly was so nervous about this mission the gray colored tomcat had taken on, or were her emotions more greedy than that. Was it just she, herself who wanted him to stay safe, to stay out of harms reach in a way she couldn't quite understand. Ebonyheart was well aware that had she been able and active, Rabbitfur would have quickly leaped at the decision to take down a pair of eagles with the same pride Birdstar wore.

So why did it only affect her now?

It was all so frustrating, it brought a scowl to the fluffy feline's face as she shook her head in an attempt to rid herself of her own thoughts. She had never been one to shy away from her mind, but for once she didn't want to be stuck in it and the constant hammering of the organ in her chest didn't help the situation either. 

Giving a sigh, Ebonyheart turned her attention towards something she could actually work with. Large paws moving about, the healer pulled piles of herbs and flowers out of her stocks that she was sure would be needed once her clanmates returned. And she expected a least one of them to bring her an eagle for her dinner, for risking their lives rather foolishly it was the least they could do.

She'd figure out her other... curiosities later.

24 Moons StoneClan Medicine Cat 

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