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Aspenstar hadn't seen Z since she took off on a three day hiatus following the assassination attempt. This was yet another interaction that she had been dreading, honestly. Larkspur had been the first to find her, and perhaps that had been a good thing. Her deputy had been perhaps more concerned than she should have been, but maybe she had had the perfect amount of concern for the fact the leader, newly half blind, took off on her own. She couldn't imagine that Z's feelings about the whole ordeal would be much better, but she'd tell Z the same thing that she told Larkspur: by leaving NightClan for several days, she prevented bloodshed. She had needed to get out to clear her mind, to come up with a plan of action. Now, she had one. She had once been a scared girl cracking under the pressure of leadership. She had gone into her journey that girl, the one who was angry and sad and didn't know what to do. The Aspenstar that returned from that trip was different, harder, more calculated. Her brother's attempt at murder had taken any bit of her that was still soft around the edges and destroyed it; like a phoenix, Aspenstar rose again brand new. She shifted her weight between her paws as she heard someone approach behind her. Sure it was Z, Aspenstar motioned for her to sit, curious if Z would immediately lecture her about being irresponsible or not.
While Zetiankunzea could be sharp and powerful like lightning, ready to crack at another like a whip, uncontrolled and unrepentant in her words and her actions toward the smallest kit or the largest warrior, the most fearsome aspect of her personality was when the anger could no longer be satiated by lashing out. Instead, it roiled and bubbled within her, like molten lava, rising in the chamber but not yet building enough pressure to explode and unleash a wrath far greater than ever imagined – and far more deadly than anticipated.
The she-cat had, indeed, approached the leader, though it was by chance more than the she-cat actually hunting the other. Their relationship had begun to fray before the leader had even vacated the clan after the assassination attempt. Now, Zetiankunzea was unsure what was between them. Were they still friends? Were they merely commander and subordinate? The truth of the matter was, she was tired. Emotionally, physically... In every way. Entering into a conversation with the she-cat when she was still grappling with her feelings over the other wasn't something she looked forward to or even wanted.
Still, she obeyed and sat a few fox-lengths from the she-cat, staring straight forward.
Aspenstar could feel the tension in the air, something that she resented if she was being honest. Zetiankunzea was one of her childhood best friends. They'd been through so much together. Yet, she couldn't deny the fact that there was a slight distance between the two. She hated the idea that it was her fault, but she figured it probably was. Had she inadvertently replaced Z with Phantomfox and Larkspur? It hadn't been her intention, it really hadn't, if that was how Z felt. But, Aspenstar didn't know how to name that, didn't know what words she could say to make things better.
It was a long moment before she spoke, the eye-patched leader not entirely sure how to start. "I'm sorry," she started, wincing slightly at the words. It wasn't that she didn't mean them; she was sorry. She just knew that it probably wouldn't be enough. "I know that I owe you more than just that. How can I make things up to you?"
