[Mauve]

Originally Posted by king kaleb!

they were quiet for a moment, listening to heatherfur speak. they could see themselves in her. after cricketpaw had died, after geckoleaf had died, and junipers disappearance. they sighed, nudging along debris along with her. "when cricketpaw was slaughtered i thought my whole world ended, you know." they mewed, looking in the same nest she had slept in. they walked over to it, smelling it for a second. her scent had faded a long time ago. they forgot what she smelt like now. "she was my best friend. and its only now that i realized i used to love her more than that." they hummed quietly, amber hues still gazing at the nest, before looking up towards heather again. "but if geckoleaf had taught me anything before she died was that you cant live for the people youve lost. you cant spend every breathing moment on what you could be, what you couldve done." they remember not eating, not sleeping. they still struggle with that to this day. but on geckoleafs death bed she told them to live for themselves, to live in the moment. and thats what they were going to do. "you cant let this loss eat and tear at you, or youll go down too." they mewed a bit sterner, in an affectionate way,"and riverclan needs you. if they lose another medicine cat..i dont know what theyll do, heatherfur."

Heatherfur was so wrapped up in her loss with Surgestorm that she had almost forgotten that she was with probably the only other cat in the forest who understood what she was going through. Pale eyes filled with sadness, she glanced up at where Daydream had padded over to. It was a nest that Heatherfur hadn't gotten around to breaking down yet. It still had a slight hint of Juniperpaw's scent, and it lay right next to one of the bigger nests, which was beginning to have her scent over it. For the first time, she felt a pang of what it must've been like for RiverClan to loose so many of their medicine cats. She hadn't known any of them really, aside from Geckoleaf when she was an apprentice way back in WindClan so many moons ago. From what she'd observed at Gatherings and heard, she was a well respected cat, one that Surgestorm had called a friend. She hadn't heard of Cricketpaw, but from the tone in Daydream's voice she knew it was a special feline."I'm so sorry..." she murmured, coming over to rest her tail across the ShadowClan medicine cat's back. She was beginning to realize more and more how much they had in common, and if anything Heatherfur felt just a bit lighter.

But there was work that needed to be done, and Daydream was right. She couldn't let this eat away at her. Surgestorm would've scolded her for turning her back on her new Clan. She needed to learn how to heal and how to fix her Clan, otherwise they would continue the cycle of medicine cats. The light tabby cleared her throat and gave herself another shake, focusing on pushing the foggy memories of the deceased out of her mind. "You're right," she managed to get out, the pain she'd felt in her chest dimming just slightly. A little more focused and alert now, she concentrated on the herb wall before looking over at Daydream expectantly. "Let's get started."