Starlingheart had done all she could for Pitchstar, had begged and pleaded to the stars and it all felt so useless. She felt drained, mentally and physically but her job was not done yet. Her stomach is pitifully empty, and she didn't have the herb stores to keep eating water mint to tamper the pain. Others needed it more, there were always those who needed it more. Her green eyes downcast she brings her small bundle to the center of the clearing. For a moment her gaze finds the fresh-kill pile. Pitifully empty. There should have been the spoils of carrionplace in its place but instead, there was nothing. 'That is an evil place, nothing good ever comes from going there.' she thinks bitterly. It was hard not to think that way after everything that had happened.
Her gaze sweeps across the cats she is sworn to heal and she closes her eyes for a moment. She dreads the moment she would call out, to beckon them all to come to her with their expectations and hopes of healing. She hadn't been able to save Viridianskies, the queen's death haunted her, although realistically there had been nothing she could have done. Star Clan had already claimed her. When she opens her eyes again she vows to do everything in her power to not let them claim another, but sometimes what was written in the stars was not changeable, it was a harsh lesson she was beginning to learn. "I-if if yuh-yuh-you were i-in theeee c-c-carrionplace pa-pa-patrol come come s-s-seeeee me" She calls out weakly, absent-mindedly fiddling with a leaf while she waits.