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Originally Posted by king kaleb!

they believed they were moving on, but apart of them knew they werent. they knew that they were falling apart with every step that they took, but they kept on walking anyway. to them, patients mattered more then their health. they always had. its why they kept on breathing, kept on living, another 24 hours here, another 24 hours there. it was the same thing everyday. they would get up, having not slept of course the night before, and heal. they would heal anyone who asked, even if they treated them no better then dirt. daydream would always care about other cats well being, even if they were snapping at almost every little thing. how the wind felt to loud in their ears, how their fur wasnt sitting right. it irritated them. but they kept walking they had to. to them; marshfur was now a patient whether she liked it or not; and daydream was going to try their best to do anything they could.

they could no go on patrols like they had once before, when training to be a warrior. they didnt know what it was like everyday, having to be forced out your nest every morning to go on border patrols or to hunt. while they somewhat understood; it was only to an extent. but their job was to heal, no matter who gave them their full title. they didnt respect starclan enough to say they had given them their fullname, but they had earned it a long time ago. that with every drip of blood, every tear drop, every bead of sweat, they had earned their name, no matter what pretty star cat gave them their name. so with this knowledge, they would heal.

their job not only want to heal physically, but mentally. they would push their own thoughts aside for a moment, no mater how loud they were, as they moved closer to the warrior. they werent dumb; they could tell something was wrong, and they were confident to say it had rooted from even before the flood, but that had only made it worse. after all, a cat couldnt physically do anything without their mental health somewhat in check,right? they stood infront of the warrior now, giving her enough personal space out of respect, not wanting to overwhelm her. they could smell the fear radiating off of her pelt, they could basically taste it,but that was to be expected.

they didnt know how to start a conversation, but they would do it gently. ¨hey,¨ they mewed, amber hues softer. normally they were easy to lose their patience with everyone lately, but now they seemed different. they spoke soft, taking in to consideration that there was obviously something going on, and as rude as daydream could be, and sharp as their words were, they would always care about another cats boundaries and comfort. ¨howre you holding up?¨ the question was broad, but they were sure they both knew what they were talking about.

Somehow the voice of the medicine cat was not only muffled but booming and grating at the same time. The blood pounding in Marshfur's ears is what muffled it, making Daydream seem so very far away, which was what Marshfur had wished for secretly. But the mew was just so loud, shattering into Marshfur's mind like breaking a calm pool of water's surface. It shook her to her core, creating a sinkhole in her gut that almost made her grimace, but she forced it down.

"Fine." Her reply came flatly, solid but falsely confident. She wasn't even looking at the enby in front of her, her brown eyes shooting over the top of Daydream's head, clouded over and empty in a way that could send a fleeting sense of hopelessness through anyone's chest. She didn't try to hide it. She'd stopped that long ago, and frankly, had grown tired of it. If anyone asked how she was, she replied with a one-word answer, and if they pressed, she ignored them. In the end, they left her alone. She was difficult and hopeless.

Besides, Marshfur didn't want to burden the poor medicine cat more than she already was, overworking herself with patients that didn't need to be patients. Some part of herself wanted to help them, but again, the beast that resided on her shoulder clasped its clawed fingers over her and kept her still. Marshfur decided that even if she could accept the help, she hardly deserved it. She was close to being exiled, just for being so very neutral. So very plain. Perhaps, if Goldenstar didn't do it, she would do it herself. Then, she would burden no one but herself, and she was fine with that.