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She felt like an alien among those that surrounded her, those she once considered family. Her well fed form was apparent when compared to the malnourished forms of the other survivors of Waterclan. it only intensified her guilt, the knowledge that while they suffered and stood strong she had been being fed by a loner tom and hiding from the reality of the situation. Some might have said she was young and afraid, her actions were understandable. She would argue that there were those younger than her that had stayed, she would argue that if she had truly been a Waterclan warrior she would have been better. In the end all she could do was help the others the best she could, hunting when she could, having more energy than the others, being well fed and still early enough along she could hunt easier prey. In the end all she could do was hope to raise her kits to be better cats than she has proven herself to be.
It was hard to Violetstar to forgive the cats who had abandoned them. She had to push past it though, as she knew they did it out of pure fear. One in particular had returned to the clan, and Violetstar was almost relunctant to allow her back. However, she had been with kits. She knew it would have been wrong to push her out of the clan, and would feel even more guilty for doing so.
The tortoiseshell feline gave a small sigh. She then made her way to the queen and greeted her with a small dip of her head. “How are you making it?”
Violetstar made her feel small, she knew that, and not because size difference. Violetstar made her feel small because Violetstar knew about Wishingwell, knew she had fled, knew she had mated with a loner while gone. Volietstar saw the picture she painted clearly, the picture of a she-cat who had been ready to start a new life, start over, and readily leave her old one behind. And Wishingwell knew no matter what she said there would never be a way to truly convey how much she regretted her actions. Because as they said, actions speak louder than words.
Shaking herself from her anxious thoughts she dipped her head as a sign of respect and considered how to answer the question as diplomatically as possible. Should she mention her aching muscles? Should she mention her misplaced feelings. "I'm taking it one day at a time. As I think we all are." She settled for.
Perhaps it was better the feline didn’t mention her own physical pains. Violetstar may not have reacted as Wishingwell would have hoped. The ice between them was thin, and it was obvious to the both of them. Violetstar gave the smallest of nods. “As we all are.” But was she? Having lived fed and happy while the others suffered? Died even? She mentally shook away her thoughts. She had to be a fair leader, but being a fair leader felt hard, impossible.
