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There was something about sleeping on prison floors and upgrading to nests that made them so much more luxurious. To think she went from being known as the girl who killed her entire family to dedicated healer of WinterClan, mom of twenty. Heh, just kidding, it was more than twenty. But what was someone imprisoned for years supposed to do when they were bored with another hot prisoner? It wasn't her fault she couldn't see into the future and know she would be chosen as the next medicine cat. Someone should have told her sooner, maybe twenty kittens ago.
Mistyveil lazily rolled out of her nest, the sun had risen... She furrowed her brows, a while ago probably? Her blue and turquoise gaze settled towards the front of the medicine cat den where she had come back to her clan late, but with special herbs that would help relax and put to sleep any injured cats. Holding a job that required herself to find herbs in a frigid wasteland had forced herself to leave WinterClan on multiple occasions to find herbs elsewhere away from a land that harbored only seven during WinterClan's cold seasons which was... Well pretty much all the time. Mistyveil hoped that now that it was spring that she could stay in WinterClan more often and raise up an apprentice so that when she would inevitably have to leave to find herbs in the cold seasons that her apprentice would know what to do. The last time she had an apprentice was her daughter. Before Leatherstar had pushed her other daughter to suicide, before she was cursed to feel eternal starvation, before a lot of things went wrong. Now everything felt so hollow and without a leader she could feel a sweet release. Whoever the new leader was, she hoped they weren't like the past leaders.
Mistyveil settled down by her herbs and began to organize the new ones she had collected yesterday night, keeping an eye out for anyone who might need some assistance.
Valleyswirl's eyes looked out upon the horizon, the dread in her heart clenching and dropping into the pit of her stomach. She couldn't ever shake this feeling, no matter how many times she tried.
It's just a dream. It's just a dream.
A scream. The first scream that always signified the beginning of the horror show. Valleyswirl's head whipped around as she immediately found the source of the scream. There was her mother, Snowflower, standing above the beaten body of Bearshadow, his eyes rolled back into his head. Blood began to pool around his form and stick to his fur, and as the pool grew larger, it touched Snowflower's paws. What was more alarming, though, is that her paws were already bloody, along with her chest and face. Her eyes were what truly took Valleyswirl back, though; they were completely black, no sign of her iris or the whites of her eyes anywhere.
Valleyswirl stood there in shock. No, no, no - something about this dream was different. Bearshadow wasn't supposed to be dead, it was her - she was the one that was supposed to die!
"And here you are, standing with your tail between your legs." Came a voice, and Valleyswirl recognized it all too well. The voice that spoke the riddle to her many times before. "What will you do, Valleyswirl? Stand here like a kit, rush forward like a warrior, or rally your troops like a leader?"
Valleyswirl woke up, her breathing fast and hasty, blue eyes wide with fear. That dream... that dream was different this time. She had saw her own friend, murdered before her eyes, by her own mother. How could this happen?
She had to go talk to Mistyveil.
With a groan, the she-cat pushed herself up onto her paws and crawled out of the tunnel that led to the thanes' den, and as she emerged, she was met with the warm new-leaf sun. Her eyes squinted due to the light. Quickly finding the entrance of the medicine cat den, she entered, a solemn look on her face.
"You don't need permission from me, everyone walks in here and usually either demands something like, "I'm bleeding out, get those cobwebs!" or "My mom just died!" So like, I just inferred my job is to listen people having their fifteen seconds of pain," Mistyveil shrugged and proceeded organizing her herbs.
In her head she wondered if she should say more than that. She had already comforted Valleyswirl that she was able to talk freely, but maybe she needed an invitation to begin speaking, "So what's on your mind?" Mistyveil tried to ask casually, but it just came out with awkward pauses and ended in an odd little high note that was meant to come off as cheery, but just came off with a creepy tone.
Dammit Misty, just offer a kind smile
Mistyveil gave her best smile, but it came off a bit shyly, there were few times she ever smiled in WinterClan.
Valleyswirl blinked. Felines seemed to be so demanding nowadays, but of course, if they were bleeding out, you kind of have to be. It suddenly made her problems feel miniscule, and a shyness began to creep over her form as butterflies began to whirl around in her stomach. Maybe coming here was a mistake.
"A lot," Valleyswirl finally answered with a sigh, her ears swiveling to pin to the back of her cranium. "I've been having this dream." Moving in closer towards the female, Valleyswirl came to sit back against her haunches, regarding Mistyveil with a weary stare. "I'm sure it's nothing. Just a nightmare, is all."
Clearing her throat, she looked around Mistyveil's den, taking in all of its trinkets and burning it into memory. "Besides that, how have you been faring? Without a leader and all?"
