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Kerrigan had yet to really become adjusted to this life. Her eyes were still rather blank, unfocused as she watched the horizon. The world around her seemed to move without much recognition of the fact that the she-cat was completely lost. The longer it went, the more frustrated she became; why couldn't she remember? What couldn't she remember? Why did the others look at her the way they did? The she-cat, who's memory had disappeared completely, didn't know and was deeply upset by the fact that she didn't.
Soaringbird watched Kerrigan with a squinty eyed look, the silver and gray tabby, having started shadowing the former tsar. Though Burningstar had welcomed the she cat like another sister, Soaringbird was waiting for there to be some catch. Some trap. Some revelation that Kerrigan had somehow lost control of BrookClan, or unleashed some evil angry god thing that had cursed her with memory loss and BrookClan would be coming to their borders in search of their tsar that they needed to sacrifice to appease the angry god... It was an outlandish theory, but BrookClan had changed so much since Soaringbird and Rasputin had left. And after seeing Foxstar curse Deal with the powers of the Sun God... it wouldn't surprise Soaringbird if something like that happened.
Skypaw not taking notice of her mother watching Kerrigan like a hawk went over to the she cat. "Hi Kerrigan," She greeted. She didn't have much to do, Burningstar struggling to find a mentor for the blind she cat, so she'd taken to just... doing whatever task she could find. "How are you doing?" The blind she cat asked plopping down beside the ginger cat.
Her head tilted towards the apprentice, her eyes unfocused. Several months ago, the very cat that had approached her had been a source of BrookClan and NightClan conflict. Skypaw was one of the litter that had been stolen, and thus was one of the litter that brought the two together. Still, she didn't know who the cat was, not really. She knew her name- Kerrigan had taken to learning each cat's name in hopes that that would do something- but nothing else. Yet, there was something deep in her that told her that she should recognize the young cat. That she should know the past that linked her and the blind cat.... Her tail lashed in frustration; why couldn't she put her paw on it?
"Oh," she meowed after a moment, as if realizing that Skypaw had been talking to her and not any other Kerrigan in the group. "Skypaw," she greeted, her head tilted slightly. Kerrigan could remember that the cat was her niece-in-law, right? Burningstar's sister's child. "I'm..." her voice trailed. It was probably not ideal to tell an actual child that she was doing terribly, that sometimes she wanted nothing more than to climb to something high and let her body be taken by the wind. "I'm doing fine." This was a lie, and it was clear. "Adjusting, I think. And yourself?"
Skypaw sat down next to her and sighed, "I know what it's like... to say you're okay when you're not really..." She said sagely. Her ears lowered a bit. "Would you like to hunt with me? Burningstar hasn't assigned me a mentor yet, and I'd like to go hunting if you wanted to? Maybe we'll catch something good?" She asked, then a thought occured to her and she perked up ears pricking. "Oh! You know how to fish right, cause BrookClan cats can fish, could you teach me how to fish?" She asked excitedly, voice also hopeful.
Kerrigan's corners of her lips twitched wistfully. Even though she wasn't sure that the younger cat really appreciated or understood what she was going to, she appreciated the thought. Her nose twitched slightly, before she nodded. "That would work, yes," she meowed. Hunting was all muscle memory. Even if she didn't remember who exactly she was, she couldn't untrain the muscles in her body. Forgetting how to fish would be like forgetting how to breathe; she didn't think it was possible. "I've never been too good of a teacher, though, or at least, that's what Lindon tells me." She winced slightly at the last part, but it was a necessary distinction.
