Reflecting

Nightwing rested her head at a corner of their camp, it was night, so she was up, while RiverClan was curled up in their nests. She sighed. How could it come to this?! ShadowClan is supposed to be the best fighters of all the clans! They weren't supposed to lose! Perhaps I could have done something different... She thought about the sickening pop, when the shoulder of the cat she was fighting, dislocated. But it was the words he said that sent a chill through her. 'Where is you StarClan now?' She shivered and looked up at silverpelt. StarClan? How could you let us loose our home?! Everything we've worked for our entire lives?! Looking down again, she rested her head on the ground that was not her's, her stomach full, of prey that wasn't ShadowClan's, her mind full of hatred and revenge, that wasn't like her.

Sagestar couldn't stay in his nest any longer, pulling himself up and padding out of the den he'd been sleeping in. He drew himself up to hide the small limp in his walk. His wounds were healing quite well, though damage was still done. The tom paused, flicking his green gaze around the clearing, spotting his deputy sitting alone. "Nightwing." The leader muttered lowly, going up to her. "Are your wounds mending?"

Nightwing looked up, Seeing her leader up and about was a huge boost for her. He's alright! Pulling herself up, The deputy pulled her tail over her paws, nervously she nodded. "I licked them, but I let the others have their wounds treated before me." She paused and licked her paw then drew it over her ear with the cut on it. "They don't hurt much." She added quickly. There was a little lie there. The cut on her ear burned like a fire, but she didn't mention it.

Fallencloud tossed restlessly in the flimsy, poorly (in her opinion) constructed den, her usually bright green orbs dull and weary as she gazed at the ceiling, light filtering through tiny holes. She could not get herself to rest at this hour, and despite her being active throughout the day, the weariness only caused her to retire to the nest; not actually recovering from a day of activity and worry. This was not the hour she usually slumbered; on the contrary, if this were any other day she would be out in Shadowclan's marshes, training with Nightwing...Then she paused in her thoughts; no, she would not be out with her mentor at this time - she was a warrior, she reminded herself a little regretfully. Somehow thinking of her elevated rank did not fill her with the excitement and pride she had thought it would. Fallencloud sighed, shifting once for in the damp moss. There seemed to be no place that was actually dry in RiverClan, she thought bitterly. Or maybe RiverClan had lower standards for what was really 'dry'.

She longed to be out in the marshes of ShadowClan territory, running through the soft, muddy earth as it clung to her paws. Initially the light gray warrior had found the sticky substance that was so common on their land to be annoying and burdensome, but now she wished feel it again. Something to remind her of home; that ShadowClan had won the battle and had claimed their land once more. Deciding to persevere, she closed her eyes, breathing evenly to help her fall into sleep. Though slightly faint, she could easily hear the sound of rushing water, the current sweeping against the rocks on the river surrounding the camp. The noise was disturbing – they didn't have such loud rivers in ShadowClan, at least not so close to where the slept.

Fallencloud abruptly rose from her nest, shaking her head to the side as she surveyed her surroundings under the aide of the moon shining through the den. Carefully picking her way through the wet earth, she stumbled outside of the den, immediately looking up to the moon, the same one all of ShadowClan had hunted, fought, and trained under. Thankful for something familiar, she padded into the clearing in a slow pace. The wound on her chest felt irritated if she jostled it too much, so she was wary of its condition as she moved. She wasn't surprised to see familiar pelts sitting in the corner of the camp, sharing words at ShadowClan's active hours. She felt relief to see that Sagestar looked rather healthy - if limping was healthy - though she knew she needn't worry. Her leader - ShadowClan's leader - was the strongest, he would have definitely come back to beat up the rogues that stole their home. StarClan forbid he didn't.

Fallencloud saw her mentor talking with him, so the light gray warrior decided to keep her distance. She had not spoken much with her mentor since the battle, and however much she wanted to, she knew that maybe she had important things to talk about with Sagstar; her being the deputy and all. Curling her tail around her paws, she remained in the center of the clearing, bathing in the moonlight with a slightly more relaxed expression.

ooc: *applauds Minty* gorgeous post ;u;

"So you can't actually sleep now like the Riverclan cats either, huh?" A voice called out softly from behind Fallencloud as Gingerheart padded up to her, a somber look covering her face. She was still in pretty rough shape; her wounds were healing-- rather well in fact thanks to Mallowpaw-- but she wasn't really keeping up with herself. The battle had taken a huge toll on everyone, but for the cream-colored she-cat it was more mental than physical, although the way she was acting was definitely shown in the way she was keeping up with herself. Her fur was matted and rather dirty in several areas as if she hadn't groomed herself in days, her eyes were heavy and her tail drooped in the ground. Everything about her screamed depression, even her voice.

With a heavy sigh, the large warrior sat down next to Fallencloud as her eyes fixated themselves on Nightwing and Sagestar. She was in the same mood as the new warrior: she didn't want to interrupt them if they were talking about something important that the clan would probably hear later.

Sagestar frowned. He was surely no medicine cat, but he knew enough from his brother that she should probably get those wounds checked. "All the others have already been tended too. We can't afford to be careless now, Nightwing." The tom scolded her gently, almost like he did when she was still his apprentice. He sighed, "Especially not now. And especially not you - since you'll be the one leading the clan if ever..." His voiced trailed off and he gently rubbed a paw on the stiff coating of herbs and cobwebs on his neck, a shudder going down his spine at the memory. The death had come so harshly, but quickly - whose to say it wouldn't happen again?

His emerald gaze flickered around the clearing, nodding to Fallencloud and Gingerheart. He doubted any of their clan were really sleeping at the moment.

Nightwing shook her head. "Softwhisker is most likely tired from healing all the wounds." She paused and she meet Sagestar's gaze. "Besides, none of my wounds are fatal." This, she knew because her wound stopped bleeding, and aren't itching at all. Those are the signs of having it infected. Which in some cases, could be fatal. Wanting to change the subject before Sagestar insisted that she would get her wounds checked out. "Is there anything else that is needed to be said before We let the others come over?" She asked, Glancing at her former apprentice and her friend.

Sagestar frowned. Just because it was seemingly fine today, didn't mean that the wounds wouldn't be infected days from now, and right now he couldn't afford any of his warriors out of their game... And certainly not his deputy. "Humor me, then." He muttered, "Softwhisper can handle it."
He flicked his ears at how quick she was to dismiss the subject and threw his gaxe at the other two she-cats. "Gingerheart. Fallencloud." He called their names in greeting.

Shadekit had stayed up that night. She git to her paws and padded out if the nursery.