| Lightningstorm |
Flock Together [Tier 3] - Inactive
The thirteen moon old molly had not been expecting a response, truth be told. She appreciated it, but it did not stop her from being surprised all the same. It was odd. To see these two in the elder's den. She still remembered Milknose's father as a guardian of WindClan, and Fireflame had been a nursery queen ever since she'd been born... with the exception of those moons she had been gone. She had been a kit at the time. Did not fully remember what had happened, but enough bits and pieces remained.
Enough to be shocked - and admittedly amused - at the former queen's humor. It seemed that while Ashclaw had retained his more relaxed personality, the molly was having issues adjusting. Eyes glinting with laughter, Lightningstorm gave the gray tom a good humored look before turning her attention back on the bitter elder. Could it be she missed being a queen? Perhaps the elder life was not all it had been cracked up to be? The healer could understand that. One of the reasons she had always assumed being a medicine cat would be a chore and a half was the days spent just waiting for others to get sick. Turned out there were no days like that and she rarely had the time to think. It was the kind of lifestyle she preferred, and could sympathize with the elder if slowing down was... well... too slow for her.
"Doing well, all things considered. But, I do believe it's me who should be asking that, innit? Fancied coming round and visiting your lovely faces. Didn't mean to wake you up, though. Sorry bout that, love," the calico mewed in earnest, flashing an apologetic half smile at Fireflame.
"Would you prefer we step outside? Let you rest some? If Ashclaw don't mind, course."
She hadn't missed it. The misnaming.
Lightningpaw. It had been some days since she'd been named, but in regular WindClan fashion, news hadn't really spread. Unless it was gossip that could tarnish a cat's reputation or a story so wildly illogical even the youngest of kits could see there wasn't a mouse's carcass worth of facts in it most WindClanners couldn't be bothered talking about anything that did not directly concern them. Lightningstorm didn't blame the elders for this, however. The meeting had been unplanned, as far as she knew. She sincerely doubted Cowtuft would have taken her away to the StarCave if he'd known there were announcements to be made.
As such, she preferred to not correct them. Yes, it was her name, but at the end of the day, it wasn't the end of the world if they still thought she was an apprentice. That part was being deciphered, specifically after her naming ceremony. And it was endearing, in a way. Like she could hold on to the quiet, stress free days - yeah right - of her apprenticeship before it had all come crashing down in a single omen. Stars alive... that omen. It made her cherish moments like these - the quiet ones with clanmates - all the more for it.
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Little_fawn [Ashclaw - Fireflame]