| Lightningpaw |
It had been a quarter moon since they had arrived to their new home, and her clanmates had begun settling in nicely. Or at least, so she hoped! Truth be told, she hadn't the foggiest. Their arrival to the new camp had been marked by so many things keeping her busy. All of the injured from the fire. All of the injured from the fight. The injuries from the foxes - no wait... they had incurred no new injuries from that, StarClan be praised - followed by that long trek. And then her own testing. Her own search for the perfect cure. The way to give Milkpaw the ability to breath with ease once more. It had almost been as if she'd forgotten to do so herself. Take a moment. And just breathe.
It was this exhaustion that had led her to take a break outside. A small breather. She was getting nowhere fast with her research. Her mind was too full of failed ideas and anxieties. The potential to never get this right. The lithe calico needed a new outlook, and she couldn't do that by staying inside the den all the time. Even Cowtuft with his injury walked amongst their clanmates from time to time. It was only fair she followed her mentor's example. Especially after she'd failed him so badly.
Large ears perked up at this thought. Her... mentor. He hadn't always been her mentor, had he? No. For one moon, she'd had Leechscar. WindClan's own resident grump. A genuine grin played at her maw at the memory of their first meeting. He'd seemed less than enthused. Not that she had made the job any easier for him. But he was just so fun to tease! And he'd been an honestly good mentor. He'd taken her seriously... when she had been, of course. The wiry framed apprentice realized with a jolt that she hadn't seen the tom since the fire.
Had he been hurt? No. He would have gone to Cowtuft and her if so. But was he doing alright? That part she did not know. She didn't know much about him, if she were to be honest, but what she did know was that he hadn't seemed the most social of cats. Maybe it was his way with words, or his bright, sunny disposition other cats steered clear from. Or maybe it was his preference. To be away from it all. Unfortunately for him, Lightningpaw had made a promise to him. She had solemnly swore, after all, that she would be nothing but annoying to the gray furred giant. Besides. If she didn't go bother him, he'd start getting used to his own thoughts. That didn't sound very nice for anyone. Being stuck with nothing but
his thoughts. He might even get grumpier in those circumstances. So really, checking up on him was her duty. A need for the wellbeing of the clan.
With a plan to follow, Lightningpaw regained a bit of a pep to her step, this time unforced. In a considerably cheerier mood, the spotted molly bounded toward the heather bush that had been turned into the warriors' new den. Hopefully he'd be in his nest and not out and about already. That'd make tracking him much harder, if not impossible. It wasn't like she could just head out into the territory and find him. Stupid apprentice rules stating she couldn't go out on her own. Look, once the body count you'd encountered in your life raised over five, she believed it was well within reason to let her go out by herself! Shaking her head to dismiss the rant that was beginning to build up inside her - it was really much more fun to rant away at unsuspecting adults - she entered the den, almond shaped eyes searching for the familiar mass of gray.
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Undertaker [Leechscar]