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Lilydawn from a few weeks ago probably would have laughed at how much she was spending near the Summerclan border nowadays. But Doefreckle and Shadedsun had been on her mind since the day she met them again, and the encounter was still so fresh in her brain that she had no other choice than to think about it. So, covering her absences with excuses, she either spent her time mulling just on the edges of their territory or near her siblings graves, which were fairly close anyway. She couldn't pin down how she felt about it all. She'd been so furious at first, rightfully she would argue, because who's dad—dads, two of them had returned—just showed up one day, looking just as young and alive as he had been two years ago, except he'd supposedly been dead the whole time. Usually that wasn't a thing, but she supposed if it would happen to anyone it would be her, wouldn't it? Lucky Lilydawn, then, she thought, tinged with a slight bitterness towards the whole situation. It was difficult to see the whole picture when all she's ever had was broken little pieces.
She still couldn't stand their territory. The smell, the sight of it, the way it was familiar in the worst way possible. She always felt a sense of dread towards it, strangely. It was poison. Surprisingly, she felt similar towards Fallclan, because that was where she'd last been in her father's weird rotation system, the last place she'd been able to think of her siblings and picture them as alive and nothing more, they weren't memories or graves, they were just away for a little while. She'd been so much better at avoiding Fallclan than she had Summerclan.
The grass beneath her was a little bit cold. A new chill had seeped into it, customary for the coming autumn. She knew their flower fields would, instead of losing their life, would simply grow meadows of reds and oranges and dashes of purple. Their chrysanthemums always had a nice tint to them, and she'd have to remind herself to see if she could. . . borrow. . . some, for later. They probably wouldn't mind her on their land, just as Springclan usually didn't, because she wasn't exactly a stranger, as much as she liked to distance herself. If they asked her business here, she could probably make something up—I got lost, I'm looking for my father, do you know him?—and she wasn't exactly making it up. She hadn't come here just for them, though, of course not! Really, she was here for herself. She wasn't going to let some stupid piece of land scare her so much, that would be ridiculous. Sure, she only ever thought of bad, awful, terrible things while near it, and she felt so scared, like something dreadful was about to happen even though it was silent, peaceful, and maybe she hated the fact that Doe's kits were probably still around and could see her any moment, and she'd have to face all the terrible things she'd done to them, too. She'd left without a word to them, not that they needed her anyway, she was nothing but snappy and rude to them, but she had always struggled to get young Bluebellpaw's face out of her mind, and it irked her, because going to Winterclan was supposed to mean freedom, not regret. A new life, not mulling over her old one.
It felt so weird being in the camp lately. While Snowdropwhimsy had heard that Doefreckle had somehow come back to life after being dead for her entire life, she had not talked to him yet - nor had she really seen him around. To be fair, it was entirely possible that she had seen him, but since he had passed before she was born she had no idea what he even looked like. She had been told stories about him by Beetuft before she died as well, and then some more from Batflower. She had looked up to him, and lived her life to try and make him proud. So, she had no idea how to feel anymore, knowing he was somewhere in the clan.
And then there was Lilydawn. Snowdropwhimsy had assumed she was dead as well. She had never truly known what had happened to her, but it had never occurred to the calico that she could be out there, alive somewhere. She had thought that she had lost her only remaining older sibling when Batflower died a couple moons ago. That is, until right now. Snowdropwhimsy had left the camp, just to get away from the weird emotions it invoked. She had no set destination in mind, and so she had just wandered until her paws had taken her to the flower fields. She hadn't expected another cat to be around, but the sight of Lilydawn had frozen her in her tracks. Was she seeing ghosts now?
"Lily..." she got out, then stopped to rub her eyes, just to see if she was truly seeing the she-cat.
She stopped, turned towards the voice, shooting a rather venamous look towards them. At first, she didn't recognize it, not even when she was staring the cat in the face, because after so long apart her memory had grown a little fuzzy, no matter how much regret and resentment had stayed. There was a moment of eye contact, like time had stopped moving altogether, waiting for her to put the pieces together. And when she did, her face set in an indignant sort of look, like she were personally offended by the she-cat standing before her. This had reminded her exactly why she didn't visit Summerclan. She didn't bother to take in the look on her face, awestruck, disbelieving, like she didn't quite know if Lily were real or not. She had felt the very same way when meeting her fathers again.
She let out a sigh, exasperated and annoyed, "Yeah, yeah. Listen, I wasn't hunting or anything, 'kay?" Like they were just two warriors from different clans who had happened to cross, no history, no future. She didn't want to stick around to hear what Snowdrop-whatever had to say, didn't think she could handle it if it were anything other than kindness or forgiveness. Doefreckle had said it himself, they didn't need him, and certainly they didn't need her either. Lilydawn took a step back, set on turning back to Winterclan like she had all that time ago.