" malice shall corrupt reality,
and turn blood on blood
for a rotting wait of revenge "
There is the Star Realm, a place for cats who have served out of pure loyalty and benevolence, and the Dark Realm, a resting place for those who served out of t...
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Lynxpaw had slept comfortably for the first time in days, snug with her muzzle buried into her mother's pelt. Fawnleap had seen how stressed Lynxpaw appeared yesterday, and instead of drowning her in questions she laid with her and comforted her as she attempted to sleep. Lynxpaw could admit she missed those days as a kit where she would sleep in the warmth of her mother's pelt, and now she only craved for it more.
When her mother finally stood to her paws, Lynxpaw stifled back a whimper. If only the two of them could rest all day, but they had duties to tend to. Lynxpaw sighed and rose to her paws, her jaws parting in a yawn as Fawnleap drew her tongue across a few spiked furs atop of her daughter's head.
"I could have done that myself," Lynxpaw scoffed at her mother, who only rolled her eyes and laughed at the spotted mollies remark.
"You say that yet I've seen you leave the apprentice den almost every morning with a messy pelt."
Lynxpaw dismissed her mother's statement with a quick head shake of disapproval. Fawnleap kept a smirk laced across her face though, only to eventually ease a faint one across Lynxpaw's. It seemed to be a little easier to breathe when she was around her mother, no matter how much trauma the two of them had faced in the last few days. Her mother always kept a smile upon her face around her and Hawkpaw, and she knew it was only to help keep her kits comfortable and relaxed.
"Let's go see if we can assist with any patrols," Flareheart stated, stepping over to Fawnleap's side with Leafdance at theirs. "Perhaps we can try hunting rabbits."
Pebblestep groaned, the she-cat rolling to her side in her nest. She outstretched her paws and erupted with a yawn before she spoke. "I'd rather sleep in a pile of crowfood than chase a rabbit." Pebblestep than rose to her paws, her ears twitching. "But if there are any border patrols I can assist with, I'll go on those."
"I'll come along as well," Smokebite spoke up, standing up from where he sat beside Shiverbee and their kits, with Daisytuft still asleep close to them.
"Us too!" Hawkpaw chirped from in between Mottledpaw and Redpaw.
Lynxpaw's observed quietly as the former RidgeClanners began to slip outside of the den. Newtclaw was bound to be organizing patrols at this time, and maybe he had something for Lynxpaw to do, even if it was just a message from Nightfrost and Robinwing to report to the medicine cat den. Nightfrost had slept in there overnight with Robinwing, and the two most likely discussed the situation through the night as well.
She followed the small crowd, keeping to Fawnleap's side. Commotion was already beginning to stir within HeathClan camp as cats scurried from the dens, either snatching a quick bite from the fresh-kill pile or gathering around Newtclaw in the center of camp. Lynxpaw noticed how her clanmates beamed at the sight of the deputy preparing to organize patrols, and a feeling of guilt and empathy tugged at her heart strings.
