I Remember (closed for Nightstar)

A battle-scarred warrior navigated Highstones, carefully placing one paw in front of the other. Snowfoot had much on her mind tonight, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She remembered. She remembered everything, everything important at least. Some details of things long past were fuzzier than they probably should have been, but she remembered things like her rite with clarity. Not that that was a pleasant memory.

Tonight, though, her mind was on the future. The black and white she-cat approached her leader and cautiously spoke, “Nightstar, may we talk?”

Nightstar looked up from his mole, when Snowfoot... or Snowpaw, padded up to him, with a clarity and certainty in his gaze he could not remember seeing in moons. This, prevented him from dismissing her, as he sat himself up, "Of course. What can I help you with?" He made sure to avoid either name, her memory complications confusing him as to how to refer to her, or place her amongst Shadowclans ranks.

Snowfoot took a deep breath and began cautiously, “Nightstar, in the time you’ve been gone, I’ve been… well, I’ve been recovering my memory. As of right now, I believe I remember all the important things right up to my failed rite. I’m still a bit more hazy on details than most cats, but I’m back to being myself. And I guess I just wanted to know if I’m still a member of your council, and even if not, to let you know my wounds, of all forms, have healed and I’m ready to return to serving ShadowClan as a warrior.” The she-cat shuffled her paws a bit, a nervous habit she’d had in her youth. She’d outgrown it, but it came back with the accident and didn’t seem to go away even as her memory recovered.

Snow...foots caution was noticed under Nightstars keen gaze, but it seemed to be at least not undeserved. "That is good to hear. I am glad that you're in good health once more Snowfoot. That council position is still open for you, should you decide to take it." Nightstar meowed, dipping his head gently as he welcomed her back. "Also, you can lose the nervousness, I will not bite. I am your leader, not a rabid fox." Despite saying this, his eyes narrowed, as if annoyed or insulted that Snowfoot was at all uncertain or cautious of him.

Snowfoot looked away a moment, mentally chiding herself for letting her anxiety show. “Heh, sorry, Nightstar. It’s just hard not to be awkward with everything that’s happened lately.” Meeting his gaze once again, she squared her shoulders. “I accept the position. I pledged to serve my Clan, and I will do so to the fullest extent possible.”

"It's alright. I understand." Nightstar nodded simply, while smoothly dismissing her. He was sure that she would need time to alleviate her anxieties, amongst other issues. But he was sure that she would grow comfortable once more, once she was able to settle properly into her re-found position as a member of his council, and all the consequences of lost memory.