Coldamber had spent a very long time pondering whether or not she should make this visit. She hadn't seen the molly since.... since she first stepped into the role as Medicine Cat, filling the spot she had left when her memory had fallen short. Peachfrost had dutifully filled the void she'd left unattended and had nary a complaint the whole time, even as she struggled with the tasks required of her, a lack of training the root cause. (
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Even now, the former healer felt guilty. Guilty that she'd needed to step up to begin with. Guilty that in the end, she left her to struggle all on her own to figure out the ropes of her new duty, something she'd looked down upon and viewed with scorn and yet here she was, ever the hypocrite.
Yes, she knew, in her mind, deep within that it was circumstances out of her control that had caused it all, that she'd had no paw in the creation or execution of such tragedy, but her heart told her otherwise. That, somehow, she could have done things differently, and everyone would have been saved so much suffering and heart ache.
She didn't know if Peachfrost would welcome the intrusion— visit— from someone, the very person, who had left her when she'd needed help most.
And yet, despite those worries, fears, doubts, she felt she owed the warrior returned as much, to at least try to extend that first paw, to take that first step.
And so, after preparing herself, mentally and emotionally, for whatever outcome came, Coldamber slipped into Peachfrost's dream. At first, nothing seemed to change, until slowly, carefully, politely, the dream shifted, twisting into a mirror of the night sky and the meadows that the cats of the stars ran through.
As closely as possible, she tried to make the landscape resemble the old camp, now burnt to ash and left in the smoldering cinders of the past. Both for her own sake, and missing the pull of home, the nostalgia the camp she'd spent her Clan life in, and for more selfish reasons.
Perhaps a familiar scene would bring clarity to the warrior when she saw her, would make having to introduce herself again unnecessary, and out of a desperate sense of hope that the familiarity and nostalgia other their old home would give her a more favourable outcome from this chat.
Her tail swished, stardust lazily leaving a trail in its wake before drifting down, rejoining whence it came from as it reached the ground.
Once the familair shape of her old clanmate came into view, the amber eyed molly tried to give as friendly and welcoming a smile as possible.
"Peachfrost, it's so good to see you again."
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