"Thank you, but I feel as if I've exhausted Riverclan of their resources. I'll wait as long as I can." Goldeneye meowed, listening as Dewpaw's voice changed as she questioned her. Did she regret it? No, she didn't, after all, it was Starclan's will. Not hers. "No, I don't. While there are a few handsome toms around, none catch my eye. My role as medicine cat is not of my own will, but Starclans. This is the destiny that was planned out for me. I cannot divert from this path." Goldeneye meowed almost mechanically. She was lying through her teeth, and she knew it. The developing feelings she had for Jaystream, she was not unaware of.
It was conflicting, Starclan did not plan for this. She'd put it off for as long as she could, she'd take her feelings to her grave. She was placed her to treat her clan-mates, to keep everything running smoothly for her clan, to push Ivystar to more peaceful options, to stray from everything that defined her and her work was dangerous.