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The cats who stayed, they held a higher respect from Violetstar. The feline had made sure to check on each and every one of them, determined that they should survive now, after so much hardship and suffering. Rustyheart was the next cat she was to check on. Violetstar was making her way across the cavern and to the holes out warrior’s den, her eyes shifting about the dim lighted space. “Rustyheart?” Her voice called out softly, wanting to be careful not to awaken the others whom had been up all night keeping guard on the camp.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 24, 2019 14:38:40 GMT -5
The she-cat was curled up quietly in her nest, and for the first few moments after the new leader spoke, the orange she-cat didn't bother to response. Much had happened in recent times. Her own father, Lightningswift, had died to the plague, and Phoenixriver had lost one of two remaining lives. The rest of their family, well, the vast majority had left for SummerClan. After all, Lightningswift's family was there. The green eyed feline couldn't blame them. In fact, she'd encouraged them to flee, though she'd elected to stay. Phoenixriver was old, and had lost her mate, and as much as Rustyheart resented some of the things her mother had done, she still believed that the silver tabby deserved to live out the last of her days in peace, not surrounded by the death of her clanmates. The rest, well, they made their own choices. She doubted they'd be able to return, if they even wanted to, but her heart hurt at the idea of not seeing Tinybreath again beyond a gathering.
"Did you need something?" The she-cat hardly raised her head, eyes stubbornly cast away from Violetstar as she spoke with a deadpan tone. It wasn't unusual, her isolating herself in this way, but now, there was more to it. There was her father's death, and the lack of her family to deal with. To say the den felt rather empty... was an understatement. When your family made up nearly a fifth of the entire clan, and there were barely more than a pawful who remained, things were bound to feel roomy.
She knew that Rustyheart had endured much the past few moons. Perhaps more heartache than the others that had made it through the ripple cough. Violetstar did not blame her for being so isolated at the moment, but she also knew that letting her remain this way was not good for any cat’s health. She would eventually have to open up, and go back to Warrior duties. Or at least, try. Violetstar felt so the she-cat, the health issues she had endured, yet still was strong for her clan. It was respectable, and noble.
“I wanted you to take a walk with me.” She mewed, eyes soft.
Truthfully, Rustyheart had no desire to go anywhere, least of all with their newly named leader. Though Violetstar's tone suggested she wouldn't force the former Guardian to go anywhere, the green eyed she-cat hardly felt as if she was given a choice. Eventually the feline would lose her patience, and Rustyheart would have to get up and move on, no matter what she actually wanted. She rose slowly to her paws, unfurling with an almost aggravating sluggishness, like her limbs were moving through much rather than air. "Fine." Her tone was clipped and dull, far less respectful than it ought to be, but at this point, the warrior couldn't bring herself to even care.
Violetstar seemed to never notice the lack of disrespect in certain cat’s tones. After all, she had picked a rather odd cat for her second deputy. Chimerahunt was almost as far from nice as one could be. Yet, he was her friend. She seemed to see the other sides of cats who wanted to be ‘hard and mean’. Perhaps it was a positive trait, but also somewhat of a weakness in a leader. It was hard to tell. “Thank you.” She murmured before turning and awaiting the cat to follow.