Gingerheart hadn't really been the same since she had heard the news about Cedarfur. She was having sleepless days, and patrols took a toll on her. She was more quiet than usual and she wasn't really keeping herself groomed like she probably should have. But she couldn't really help it. After everything she had been through, losing Cedarfur was one of the toughest things she had to deal with. Mainly because he was the first cat close to her that she had lost. Yeah, she had seen Sagestar lose at least three of his lives, but he was still living, still breathing, and of course, still leading. But Cedarfur was lost forever in this world. He was with Starclan, and that hurt her. With a heavy sigh, she continued to pad through the wet marsh, the coolness of the water around her paws slowly comforting her as she tried to her best to tired herself out to try to sleep. Maybe then she would finally have enough energy to help the clan. That was still her first priority. The clan always comes first. She had to move on from this. She had to keep helping out the apprentices and the other warriors, but the loss still dragged in her heart like a hole had been torn in it.
It was then that she had finally seen another moving object in the distance. That was funny. Who else could be out here at this time of day? The sunhigh patrol had already gone back to the camp by the time Gingerheart had gotten out here. Curiously, she padded closer, finally seeing Smokefang's mud-covered fur. A little relieved, the senior warrior silently walked up and sat down next to the she-cat, staring farther into Shadowclan territory as she did. "What's got you out here at this time of day?" she asked, wondering what would keep the young warrior out so late.
