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"A loner group. No real name, no real leader. There were about six of us." Beedust also spoke through the herbs in her mouth. A few moons ago, it would have been a hard topic to speak about, but Beedust had found her closure. "I found out that the leader had been lying to me about my parents- he had killed them accidentally in a territory dispute and raised me, but he had never told me that he was the reason they had died. So I ran away. I joined the first group I came across, this one. It's funny, Thistlemask was deputy at the time and he was the one who brought me to camp." A smile turned her cheeks up, and she looked at the ground.
"But I needed closure. I shouldn't have left Springclan the way I did- I ran away in the middle of the night. I hurt some cats by not saying goodbye or explaining anything. I had a long talk with the leader of the group and I wanted to move on with my life, but there were things-" One cat, really- "that kept drawing me back here. So I came back, and thankfully, everything worked out." It had been better than she'd hoped, her reunion with Thistlestar, now leader. He had not been bitter with her.
Fawnheart noticed the way Beedust looked down when she spoke of Thistlestar and an amused gleam appeared in her eye. She had seen that look before. Many cats didn't think Fawnheart knew much from how young she was compared to some but she had a lifetime of adventures to last her the rest of her life and each adventure and scenario had given her more experience than the usual cat her age. The pretty somali cat had her suspicions after seeing Beedust's expression but decided not to say anything. She didn't want to embarrass the expecting queen. Besides, she knew Beedust would come forward when she feels it is time to tell. "That's a pretty interesting adventure." Fawnheart mused. She felt bad that the young soon to be queen had been lied to about the death of her parents. Fawnheart had a similar back story. It wasnt quite as sad but one day, Fawnheart found herself wondering the forest alone and was adopted into Springclan without knowing much about her past. "Well, in case anyone hasn't told you, welcome back." Fawnheart chuckled with a wink.
"Thank you. It's been good to be back. I don't plan on leaving again." Beedust smiled as they entered the camp, her gaze automatically searching for that one cat, as they always did. Not seeing him, she trotted after Fawnheart into the Medicine Cat den, waiting to be instructed where to drop the herbs.
This was her home now, truly, and she was excited to be able to get to know the cats and community here. It would be a good place to raise kits.
"Well, that is so good to hear!" Fawnheart padded into camp confidently and slipped into her den. She set down the herbs at the center of the den. "You can set those next to my pile. I have to go through them and separate them and then leave them out in the sun to dry. It helps preserve them." She explained as she began sorting through her own pile.
Beedust nodded, setting down the herbs where instructed. With a glance outside, she realized how late in the afternoon it had gotten. "I have to go now- hunting patrol- but I really enjoyed talking to you. Let me know if you need any help collecting herbs in the future, and thanks for all your help today." The ginger tabby offered Fawnheart a smile, content that she had formed a new friendship over the course of the afternoon.
The medicine cat purred. "I really enjoyed your company, Beedust. Thank you, too, for your help with carrying the herbs back. Your always welcome to come see me any time! Good luck on the hunting patrol!" The cream somali she-cat waved her tail in farewell, happy to have made a friend.
