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Fernweaver hadn't been able to spend much time with her siblings in the recent moons. She was with them as much as possible as soon as the volcano went off, but as she slowly moved more and more into her new role as healer, she'd had much less time for casual discussion. Thrown into the role of a trauma surgeon faster than a medicine cat apprentice should ever have been, she had had her paws full. And then, for Lacelily to step down so quickly, and then Oceaneyes came back, and then they moved, and then she had to restock her den... All of that meant that she'd had very little time for her family, something that she was fully planning on changing now.
"Cashmerecloud, Mintmelancholy, Smokespiral!" she greeted as she padded up (she was late, as per usual), her voice affectionate. Was this the first time they'd really been able to interact just the four of them since they had been promoted? She thought so, which meant that it was even that much more important that they enjoyed their time together. It would make things feel like they were going back to normal. "You ready?"
"No," said Cashmerecloud as he patted red clay powder along his cheekbones, staring adoringly at his reflection in a puddle. "I haven't got my face on yet."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Well, can ya hurry up, then?" she retorted, glancing over in his direction. "I told you sunhigh and it is sun high," she added pointedly, a small frown on her face. She didn't want to tell her siblings that she didn't have the time to be lollygagging, but it was sort of true, wasn't it?
"I am ready," Smokespiral replied, raising his hazy gaze to his sister. His voice was uncharacteristically soft, which meant he was hiding something - and the question was never what he was hiding from Fernweaver, but where he had been stung his time. He rose gracefully to his paws and arched his back in a languid stretch. "It is sunhigh, Cashmerecloud," he added in belated support.
