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Goldrush’s medicine wasn’t helping. She ought not get discouraged, and in the face of her clanmates, she kept her brave face up; perhaps they could see her illness painfully clear, but they would not hear her voice quiver. Hazelstorm slipped away from the medicine cat’s den to rest outside the cave, staring up at the empty sky, stars blotted out by soft clouds. The deputy sighed deeply. She wanted nothing more than to see the twoleg healer that had looked after for her whole life, but she had sworn a vow. She couldn’t leave. Not even to save herself.
She closed her eyes for a moment at the sound of his voice. It had been a heroic moment, leaping into save him from his death, but it may have cost her own life. None of the other cats would have liked her to admit it, but she had a nagging feeling that she should have gotten better by now, and they all knew it. They could smell the death in her. Could a cat so young understand the sick smell of her fur?
“You shouldn’t be out this late,” she told him, but it was kind and weary, not scolding, as she beckoned him close with her tail. She had never been a cat to want kits, so it did not bother her than her life as a kittypet had left her unable, but now she wondered what exactly she had given up.
“I’m worried about you...” he mumbled softly as he scuttled to her side and cuddled into her warm furs. “You’ll get better, won’t you? So then you can play with me and Keli.”
“Worried about me? Now that’s silly, you’re the little one!” She wished her voice didn’t sound so raw when she spoke, that it didn’t strain her to speak above a whisper. She wrapped him in her tail and leaned down to nuzzle between his ears. “Besides, I cant stay away from a good game for long. You won’t have any fun once I’m better!”
He furrowed his brows, the sound of her voice not really convincing the tom very well. “And then you’ll take us back home..?” Though he wasn’t sure he wanted to go back home. It must be so cool to be a warrior, like the hero cats in the stories their mom used to tell him!
“If you want to go home, we can go now,” she told him softly, “but don’t you want to stay? Doesn’t it feel right?” Even now, she could feel the call of the land around her, her river in her blood and the harmony rushing in her mind. It was foreign to her, but from the moment she stepped paw here it felt like an old home.
The young kit couldn’t help but nod eagerly. It did feel right. Very right. He felt happy here. Though... he hadn’t thought to ask if his sister felt happy or not...
“I’m so excited. I wonder what name that I will get. Who picks the names?” He asked, wiggling his tail as he seemed unable to keep still within the feline’s grasp.
"Violetstar will, when you decide you're ready to stay," she replied, smiling as she loosened her grip so he could run free if he wished. She longed to chase him, but she couldn't shake the exhaustion down to her bones that kept her in place. "I'm sure it'll be a great name, though. Did you know she gave me mine?"
"Well, my name was Hazel when I joined the clan, so that part was easy," she replied with a purr. "I think she called me -storm because of my passion and eagerness to help the clan." She thought that was what the name meant, though the deputy usually struggled to remember it right.
“Probably!” The Little tom mewed with a big smile. “I hope I can be named something worth meaning... that is... if I can get my sister to stay.. I can’t imagine living without her.” He muttered softly, eyes wide at the very thought.
"I bet you'll have a great, strong name, just like you," the deputy assured him. "And she will too. She won't want to leave without you either, right? So you can make the decision together."
“Talk to her, and the queens,” Hazelstorm urged, “if she has doubts. Help her understand why she—“ she broke off with a rattling cough that made her chest ache “—why—“ another cough “—why she might want to stay.”
He pressed against her as she coughed, his little eyes shining bright with worry. There was something about her, something about her that he thought... If I had a mother... it would be her. What if she doesn’t get better? Will she leave us..? Is she upset at us because it’s our fault?
