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(This can either be a fling or that soul crushing romance that follows them for the rest of their life. Think Leafpool and Crowfeather vibes. Chestnutheart recently lost her aunt to complications due to kitting so she is vulnerable and second guessing if Medicine Cat is right for her. So she is allowing herself to fall to the charms of any tom at the moment. The end goal is that Chestnutheart ends up expecting a litter of kits from this romance. She never told the tom and dumps the litter on her sister. The parentage of the kits doesn't come out until much later when the kittens are older an warrior age. A tom from any clan/group even her own clan Fallclan is welcome, but I would prefer no Dealspawn or Mega Family because Chestnutheart's family is already tangled in that family tree through several of her family members)
Chestnutheart hadn't been dealing with the death of her aunt. It had been a few moons at this point since her passing and over a moon since her apprentice disappeared. The guilt ate her alive and she had been beating herself up over it. Seeing her father Applecrisp and cousins playing outside of the nursery or even inside the nursery every time she walked past. It brought the horrible memories back to her. She almost felt suffocated staying in camp most days and found excuses to leave when she got the chance. She had been spending most of her time around the waterfalls on Fallclan's territory, but her clanmates always found a way to bother her. So as the sun peaked over the horizon she woke up early. She needed a day to herself. Maybe a day to let out frustrated screams where no one could hear. She had no plans on abandoning Fallclan like her mentor before her, but rather a day of quiet. She took off not looking back or where she was going. Her paws thundering against the ground as she fled the place she called home. She had crossed the border awhile ago. She was beginning to tire and the pads of her paws were beginning to ache. She stepped on a sharp stone and felt it pierce the pad. She let out a yelp from the sharp pain and noticed the smell of blood that filled her sensitive nose. Her paw throbbed as she sat on her hunched so she could pull the stone out with her teeth. After some struggle she managed to dislodge the stone. She wasn't sure how she would stop the bleeding, because she didn't recognize her surroundings and didn't know where herbs would be located. She spotted a small stream or maybe it was a river? From where she was currently sitting. She got up and slowly limped over to bank. She placed her front paw in the cold water. It was icy cold still from winter and causes a shiver up her spine. As she soaked her injured paw she was unaware of a pair of eyes watching her from a distance.
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POSTEDMar 25, 2021 13:38:17 GMT -5 TO Mountain Clans
Chestnutheart hadn't expected one of her own clanmates to follow her out here. Her eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and alarm. She took a deep breath held it for a few moments then let it out through her teeth. Just as she was getting a few moments of silence one of her clanmates just had to follow her. After the disappearance of her mentor Amberbird and her apprentice Cavepaw. It would make sense why a warrior would follow her. She briefly wondered if this was Hystericstar's doing.
"What do I have a body guard now?" Her words coming out sharper than she intended. Her ears flatten and she felt the blood rush to her face from the embarrassment that she had just been rude to a fellow clanmate .
"Sorry that are uncalled for." She quickly apologized for her rudeness. The calico had forgot her paw was still in the icy water. There was a chilling pain that gradually grew was no longer bearable. It felt like thorn pricking her paw forcing her to yank it from the water. Allowing her to inspect the damage. The cut wasn't shallow, but it wasn't too deep either. It would make walking back to Fallclan's camp a pain. She knew that she would have to find herbs and something to wrap around the wound to protect it before they made their walk back. Otherwise it would have a high risk of getting infected and that was the last thing she wanted to hear from Hystericstar. She moved her gaze from her paw to look at Hawthornclaw. "I stepped on a sharp stone and it managed to leave a nasty cut in my paw." She replied.
