You Cannot Run Forever, Child... {Open To One Person}

OOC- I'd prefer if nobody attacked her, or saying anything like, 'OMG A SHADOWCLANNER??!!!!??!11" Because that's what I'm trying to avoid currently.

IC- Silverfern ran. She ran and she ran and she ran. All the way to Windclan. She never wanted to go back. She never wanted to face them again. She never wanted to see her clanmates faces again. She never wanted to see any of her siblings' faces again. She never wanted to see her mother, grandfather, cousins or anyone again. She wanted to leave. She wanted to escape. She didn't want to trip, though, but she did.
She had reached a dip in the ground by Windclan's territory and barely could react before she tumbled in. Her body flopped awkwardly into the damp, cold tunnel and her entire body ached. She shakily got up, falling twice before regaining her balance. She checked to see if any damage had occurred in her fall, but she was okay. Thankfully. She padded forward, coughing from the dust in the area. Her lungs heaved in and out, and her pelt was covered in the dust and dirt from around her.
She continued on until she could walk no more, which wasn't very far. Exhaustion racked her bones and all she wanted to do was sleep...

Ashwing was walking NY when she heard panting. She looked down, startled, to see a she-cat smelling of ShadowClan. She felt a twinge of sympathy, remembering her journey to WindClan as a kit. "Why are you here?" she whispered gently. She understood, but knew that this fully grown ShadowClan cat would have a time of it joining anyone else.

Startled, Silverfern nearly jumped out of her pelt. She saw Ashwing, who she recognized as the new deputy of Windclan from the Gathering last moon. "I..." She started, looking around through the dimly lit darkness. "I... Ran away." She mewed, trying not to give away more than that blatant answer. Her sore body begged her to sleep, but she didn't want to do anything stupid like that in the middle of conversation, especially with a deputy, so she refused.

Ashwing nodded in understanding. 'They just don't understand, do they?" she asked, remembering her own reason for leaving. "They don't get it... None of them do. So you had to leave. To get away from them." Ashwing sighed. "But you can't run away forever. Trust me, I know... I tried once."

Silverfern was somewhat surprised at her response. Had all that understanding truly come from that? Perhaps she'd known of Shadowclan's disarray. She smiled weakly and shook her head. "Huh. You... Uh. You did?" She asked. She never was one for conversation, but eh. "Well. It's just... Chaotic. Usually, I can deal with it. But there's other reasons too." She mewed, big green eyes cast to the side. Heh. She never expected she'd talk to a Windclan cat besides Emberleaf or Gorsefeather, much less the deputy. But life went on, and it did so quite oddly. Her paws held together tightly as she stared at the wall.

Ashwing inclined her head. "You're ShadowClan's medicine cat, right?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "If I tell you something, will you keep it a secret?" Am I really about to tell this to some cat I just met? But she really felt she could trust this cat..

More secrets...? Great Starclan, what am I supposed to do? She nodded hesitantly, knowing that this secret would not be shared.

OOC- Apologies for short length, I'm at school and rushed.

Ashwing took a deep breath. "I used to be a ShadowClan cat. I was born named Shimmerkit, with a brother named Birchkit. After both our parents were killed in battle, we ran away to live in WindClan, the farthest Clan from the one that had killed our parents. On the way, Birchkit was killed by a hawk. I disguised my scent, and Falconstar took me in, thinking perhaps that I was the kit of a loner or rogue. Of course, I am loyal to WindClan, but I hope I never have to fight the vats of the Clan I came from." It felt good to get it off her chest, but... Now what? She waited for the tired she-cat's response.

Huh. But... Why? Windclan hates non-clanners and other clans. Perhaps she was lucky, then? Silverfern was great at keeping secrets, as she had many of her own, after all. "Well. You're secret is safe with me. Hmm... I don't feel like you'd spoil my secret, so, trade then?" She mewed, tucking her paws close to her body. I hope she'll take it okay. Don't give her that much information, Silverfern. Don't be a mousebrain and give her just enough. Oh stop it with the dramatic looks and put on a brave face. So, she did. She looked up at Ashwing again, letting her paws scoot away from her body a little.

Ashwing nodded again, settling down beside the silver cat. "I won't tell anyone else anything you choose to share with me," she assured her.

"Okay. Well. You see, I haven't told anyone this and... Well... I feel that it is only fair. Here goes," She started, kneading her paws into the hard, dirt ground. How do I put this? What if I mess it up? I... I'll try. "I let two innocent cats die because I gave them untested herbs. It turned out to be deadly poisonous. By the time I stopped giving it to them and realized, they were already dead. So... That's why I ran away."

Ashwing bowed her head. "That's horrible, but you can't blame yourself. Accidents happen. Perhaps StarClan wants you to learn from this." She wrapped her tail around her paws. "What age were these cats?"

Silverfern looked away, not wanting to answer. You monster. She turned back to Ashwing and sighed. "K-K... Kit. And apprentice. The weakest states besides elder." She explained sadly, looking away again.

Ashwing hoped she wasn't invading the cat's personal space, but she wrapped her tail tightly around the she-cat's slender body. "I'm so sorry. I've never had experience with this, so I probably don't know what I'm talking about, but I'm sure that they don't blame you." Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "For years I blamed myself for Birchkit's death. Until finally, I realized there was no point. He was happy in StarClan, and there was nothing I could have done. I wished I could fix that day... But I couldn't. So I moved on. Perhaps... Perhaps Birchkit is their friend, up there in StarClan. " Why were there tears running down the deputy's face?

Silverfern was somewhat shocked to see her crying, but whatever. She gently nudged the deputy's shoulder. "Thank you, Ashwing. I'm sure Birchkit is happy and with them, as you said. So, yeah. Thank you." She said, rough voice hopefully not ruining anything.