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Patience is a virtue.
But time doesn't care for virtue.
Sitting up from a restless sleep abruptly, frost cold eyes sweep the medicine cat's den for a familiar foggy pelt. Hazecloud has gone... no doubt to take care of kittens that mewl and cry for her attention and need her in a way they will not need Lichentail so much as want her. The deputy swallows with trepidation, knowing already the action to be necessary and painful. It is a tale repeated in every unsightly scar, in a tail bent too sharply to be correct. It was not the first time to wake up in a sweat surrounded by the scent of earth and spring-blooms...
Even still, it remained unsettling every time it wasn't her nest she stirred in. There was no familiarity in the scents of feathers that once adorned her fur in a mark of affection, now affixed to moss with loving sentiment. There is a distinct lack of a soft breathing that yearns for a pale, dusty pelt that is not here; Ravensong must be searching for herbs, after what great burden this drawn-out war had placed on him. Moonpaw must be lurking nearby, is sure to lecture her if she tries to leave.
An ear flicked in irritation is quickly distracted by the sound of a foliage-dense curtain moving, dragging with it a few rays of lingering winter sun and a dark, gouging shadow across the floor.
There is a sickening satisfaction to see her whole. And alive. And safe. For a moment it feels like it was six months past, just Brookpaw coming to lecture her mentor for getting sick and delaying her training. But the glower... the hard stare.. it is not that of some inconvenienced girl. There is a simmering emotion behind jaded eyes. Her mouth hangs open, thinking to say her name... to ask if she was okay.
It is muted by the burning of a half-healed throat. Only a quiet, confused locking of gaze to ask the question.
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