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Doestar was not hiding from his Clan, he was sunbathing. By the lake. Where normal warriors went for normal things. Like sunbathing. He wasn’t hiding, and he didn’t feel useless, and he certainly didn’t feel like he was simply occupying a space and time instead of actively contributing to it in any way, shape, or form. He definitely didn’t feel like he had given nothing to SummerClan since becoming leader except some vague, flustered orders that came out sounding more like uncertain requests, or questions, or pleads, and he absolutely in no way felt like it had been the biggest mistake since… well, since anything,really, that he had been made leader. Everything was wonderful, and he wasn’t hiding.
He, and we cannot stress this enough, was sunbathing.
Except he was doing a terrible job of it. He was fidgeting, and too hot, and he couldn’t keep his eyes closed for more than a heartbeat without thinking of something new to worry about and some new way in which he was failing his Clan. “Breathe in,” he whispered, closing his eyes and reciting an old mantra he’d learned from a loner who leaned towards the hippy lifestyle. “I send myself love.” He opened his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, flopping his head back to rest against the sand and glare blankly up at the clouds. “I send myself to Hell,” he mumbled, rolling over and burying his face in the sand like a sulking child. He let out a muffled groan.
Khaalida hadn't expected to find her leader - not like this, at least.
The large she-cat was exploring SummerClan territory, something she had been doing ever since she joined a little over a week ago. She had yet to familiarize herself with everything, but the territory wasn't as massive as the Northern Kingdom's; pretty soon, she'd be an expert on where to find everything and anything.
Her paws were leading her to the lake. She could smell the fishy water from a mile away, and as she got closer, the more pungent the smell. But, something else piqued her interest: Doestar. She had found him lying on the ground, his face buried into the sand as he groaned. She couldn't help but to let out a soft chortle at his antics.
"Everything alright?" She asked, coming to stand above him. The size difference between them was huge; she was quite the tall she-cat, with long legs and large paws. Her fluffy coat only made her seem bigger.
Doestar's ears pricked for a moment at the soft laugh before drooping back against his head self-consciously. Fantastic. "Leave me here to die," he replied, voice muffled by the sand. He shifted his head a little and raised his eyes to see who he was talking to; Khaalida's orange gaze stared back down at him and he offered a wide, sheepish grin before face-planting once again. He lay there for a moment before letting out a sigh and rolling over onto his back. This was hardly the situation he wanted to be found in as leader, but here they both were. Embarrassment was hot and sticky under his fur, crawling across his skin like ants. "I'm sorry, this—this isn't exactly optimal, is it?"
He let out a groaning laugh and dragged his forepaw across his face before gesturing with it to the sand beside him. "Join me? We can both be outcasts together." He didn't have the energy to babble and apologise for calling her such; didn't have the energy to say "I didn't mean it like that!" or "I hope you know how happy we are to have you in SummerClan." For a moment, he simply didn't want to have to worry about the diplomacy of leadership. He was so tired from apologising all the time.
