private you're a dandelion in the winds.

[hyacinthbreath]

♚ She had half-expected to be ridiculed when she went into Dandelionwish's den after her re-scarring and resignation; but instead, when she walked in, the medicine cat looked tired. Exhausted. Hyacinthbreath takes a silent seat on a nest in his den, tail-tip twitching with embarrassment. She'd hunt for the herbs he used, he shouldn't have to waste them on her. Hell, for all she cared, she'd lick the wound clean herself and carry on with her day if she could. Yewberry would most definitely not allow that, however.

The silence is deafening as she watches her friend work, until she swallows her guilt to speak.

"I'm sorry." She whispers softly, ears tilted back against her head. "I'm sorry you have to live like this. I'm sorry your siblings are stuck here."

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[Dandelionwish]

Duskfire kept his claws clean. Only cat Dandelionwish could guarantee did so because the deputy wasn't prone to using his claws to begin with so when he had to he made sure they didn't stir up infection. Sometimes he daydreamed about Duskfire being leader, he would be kind and sensible, perhaps a little strict but that was fine for a leader really. The difference in his strictness and what Sootstar deemed necessary was leagues apart. The medicine cat's tail twitched from the edge of his den as he watched the scarring, or rather unscarring of a sort, and only when he heard his name did he prick his ears upward. Yewberry escorted the silver molly forward and he shooed the other away to give him peace to work because his den was getting more crowded and suffocating every moon.
The chocolate dipped tom says nothing immediately, focuses on gathering up a nice cobweb poultice to go over the wound to stop the bleeding and help the itch new scars caused when he hears Hyacinthbreath speak up first. An apology. An admission of guilt. When he turns he continues to uphold his silence until he has placed the plaster of marigold and cobweb flush against the now distinct X-shaped scar of the silver molly's chest and finally a sigh registers from him.
"...don't." He doesn't want sympathy, his siblings were warrior-aged now and could take care of themselves if it came down to it and he had made his decision already long ago. There would be no leaving for him if WindClan was to survive leaf-bare. He wasn't so selfish. "Hyacinthbreath, ye surprised me...am glad ye came around and am proud of ye for doing what ye think is right. But yer a damn fool if ye think yer works done. We've got a clan to take care of after all." He offered a smile, wheat stem twirled in his mouth, "Reckon this badge of honor suits ye a lil better." A paw gestured to her chest as he spoke.

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[hyacinthbreath]

♚ Yer a damn fool if ye think yer works done. Hyacinth nods her head in understanding, in agreement with the tom. She hoped that Duskfire would be a kinder leader to their clan; strictness was necessary, but to harm cats for little things such as sassing you? Back then that behavior was normalized, but it still didn't make any sense now that she had come to her senses a bit more. Her eyes shut as he begins to clean her wound, tail-tip twitching side to side, side to side- until it halts as Dandelionwish points to the fresh X on her chest. She snorts softly, before a haughty bout of laughter leaves her lips.

"Cut right through like a claw through clouds." She hummed softly, her mood boosted by the tom's own determination. His light-heartedness, Hyacinth wanted to protect it. She wanted to protect the smile she saw so many moons back, so she would never have to see the forced one again. The silvery molly leans forward, hesitantly nuzzling the side of her face against Dandelion's in thanks. She was never good with being physically affectionate, but it seemed most of the cats here depended on that- since she wasn't very good with words.

"My work isn't done here. I know the damage I helped cause, I need to fix the relationship I have with my Clan. These cats trust me, and I abused that trust for far too long." She muttered softly, leaning back to look proudly at Dandelion. "I'm proud of you, Dandy. For staying. For sticking it through, even when things got hard to deal with. You're growing up, mate." She huffed softly, remembering when the little tom had joined WindClan. He was so small back then, and now he was growing into an adult tom. She offers him a loving smile, before she snorts- "I'll fetch the herbs you used. I know you've got to stock some before leaf-bare hits us all full-force. I need to find a way to protect our cats from the cold winds."​