**Doeheart**
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Panic rose in Doeheart's chest. Fawnpaw was doing what she could but that didn't appear to be anything at all though the queen had to admit that the young cat's words were soothing to whatever degree Doeheart's panic would allow in. The lilac queen couldn't help cycling through everything that she herself could've done differently. She'd spent so much energy worrying about Sleethound, was this Starclan's way of punishing her for her forbidden relationship with the former, now exiled, Thunderclan tom? Or were the kits being punished for being bought into Riverclan? She couldn't accept that Starclan would be so cruel to cast out orphans and punish them for finding a home within Doeheart's litter. She was pulled from her self-loathing by a movement, more deliberate than the erratic spasms, from the little grey she-kit. The worried queen joined Fawnpaw, crouching beside Heornkit, burying her nose in the kit's fur.
**Heronkit**
[It occurred to me that I'm going to keep her very temporarily blinded]
Darkness. She'd been in the nursery, escaping the nest, ready to explore the outside world. Then it was dark and everything felt different. She slowly became aware of a distant voice, it was talking to her. A confusing tangy scent bombarded her senses as her smelling came back all at once. Under it she distantly made out a familiar scent that conjured memories of warmth and comfort but she couldn't seem to place anything. The rhythmic strokes on her head and paws grounded her tentatively but the confusion of her surroundings was sending her into a small panic. She tried to lift her head but the darkness was consuming and dizzying.
Why won't my eyes open?? She reched out with a paw and felt cats around her.
"I...Where...where am I?" she squeaked out.