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Orchiddrop had been glad to take Rosethorn's offer to babysit, and she slipped out of camp and towards the border. It was a daily occurrence now, this walk of hers. It led her straight to the spot she'd first met Crow, and she'd sit there for some time, watching and waiting and hoping he'd materialize out of the trees. It had been over a week since things had been settled with Sunstar and Rosethorn, and she had so much news to give her mate.
The birth of his second litter. The first death of one of their children. The fact that the clan no longer considered him their deputy. The fact that one of their young children was blind.
One day, she knew he'd come. He had to come back- he always did. So she marched through the snow, her white fur blending in for once, and watched the trees with a quiet sapphire gaze.
He just needed to get home, to see her one last time, and he could die peacefully- as peacefully as his ravaged, broken body would let him. His extended stay in SwiftClan, the experience just a blur of herb-induced stupor and vibrant moments of pain, had allowed him to regain some energy back to his limbs, but the forlorn tom still staggered and stumbled over even the smallest rock in his path, but it did nothing to diminish his resolve to get home.
Against the advice of Heavystar and Fawnpelt, and ignoring the pleas of his father and siblings, Crow left his sanctuary behind and hazarded a perilous trip back to SummerClan, fully prepared to be greeted again by Aspenstar's eager claws.
Still, a former life as a rogue fared him well, as he knew these neutral lands better than the average cat and could still navigate the woods dotting the moors. His dark midnight fur was slashed through by slants of winter sunlight, illuminating the not yet healed wounds, and only one firebright eye warily inspected the road ahead of him, but even so, as he neared that fateful border that changed his life a year ago, his gaze was lured straight to the figure hunched on the other side of it. He felt... relief. Joy. An overwhelming rush of gratitude- she'd never given up on him- and guilt and pure, bursting love.
Crow didn't smell like freedom and ash when he ventured to the border. The chip on his shoulder was now a permanent, deep cut into his flesh, and his gaze was not wandering, curious; it was infinitely, lovingly tender. "Hey," he whispered quietly, as if to speak any louder would be to shatter this precious illusion of his mate standing before him.
"Oh, Crow," Orchiddrop whispered into the silence between them, her eyes frantically scanning the half-healed wounds on his body, the still swollen eye. Rosethorn had told her about the fight, about the damage, but she hadn't been prepared for how she'd feel when she saw him. Her feet carried her quickly forward, into his side, and she burst into tears.
Half-coherent words bubbled out of her mouth- 'you're home' and 'the kits' and 'are you okay' came out somewhere in the midst of the babbling. The loss of Daylightkit was dragged back to the surface of her mind, the most poignant loss she'd felt since her parent's deaths- and she'd have to tell him that he'd had a fourth child in this litter, but now he only had three.
As the pressure reawakened the pain, Crow suppressed a wince. It was the first time in moons he reveled in the sensation, knowing that this would cement the fact that Orchiddrop was here, in front of him, and not some cruel trick of his mind. "I'm okay," he promised feebly. The state of the tom suggested anything but, but he felt better than okay now. He felt whole.
He nestled his muzzle deep into Orchiddrop's longer, softer fur, drinking in her scent and presence. This moment felt sacred, but it was over too soon, as he pulled away to inspect her with renewed concern that brought him even closer to tears. "They didn't hurt you, did they? The kits... They're okay too, right? Oh, Orchid, I'm so sorry I wasn't here again."
"It's not your fault... don't apologize." Orchiddrop sniffled, wiping at her tears as she tried to pull herself together. "The kits didn't hurt me at all. It was an easy birth. Four kits- four daughters," she spoke quickly, in case she faltered. "But everything happened so fast, Crow, I can't even remember the details. We were rebelling against Nightclan, and we were swimming in that cold water..."
She paused, taking a breath. "Daylightkit got sick. There weren't enough herbs, and she got sick so fast... She died a day later." At the spoken revelation she burst into tears again, still overwhelmed by the process of going through all of that without Crow knowing a thing about it.
Crow's gaze never wavered from his mate as she recalled the things he'd missed, but his expression rapidly crumpled at the final piece of news she gave him. A shard of grief pierced into his heart, his shoulders falling limp and the tears now free to plaster the fur against his cheeks. "S-she died? I wasn't... She d-died and I-i wasn't...." He couldn't finish, a lump formed in his throat that he couldn't choke back.
At seeing his mate breakdown, he steadied his trembles and pulled her close against his chest, his tail running along her spine in the most comforting gesture he could muster. "I'm so sorry, Orchid, I'm so sorry," he repeated. He felt an intense guilt for not having been here to witness it, to help, to comfort his daughter in her final moments, but more than that, he felt infinite sorrow for Orchid having to experience it on her own.
