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"Wisteriapaw, if you need to talk or just want to speak what's on your mind, come and see me."

Even though those words had been spoken moons and moons ago, Wisteriapool still had them fresh in her mind as if they had been said yesterday. So much stuff was on her mind, right now. She was the type of cat to keep everything bottled up until the very last heartbeat, but it felt as if she had piled up far too much. Everyone in her family was going through... something. The painful thing was that she was stuck in the middle, watching everything go down right before her eyes. She couldn't do anything about it, she couldn't stop any of it, and she didn't have the courage to confront any of them about how she was feeling. Her family was her everything. They were the only cats that she trusted completely. She had no idea what would happen if any of them died or left her. One of them was already gone.

Wisteriapool had come to accept the fact that Flickerpaw was gone moons ago, but it still hurt whenever she thought about it. Was RiverClan torturing her mercilessly? Were they taunting her? Threatening her? Was she alright? Was she hurt? Was she even... alive?

Featherheart had a problem that even Mapleleaf couldn't figure out. Nobody knew what exactly was wrong. Was his problem fatal? What if he... died? Wisteriapool couldn't even imagine what would happen if her brother died. Wildfire and Dappledpaw were still alive, but she felt detached from them, she hadn't even spoken to them in a while. If her closest littermate died, what would she do?

Fear flooded the she-cat from head to toe as her thoughts proceeded to make her anxious. All she could think of doing now was speaking to Mapleleaf. She had to let everything out, and a cat had to be there to listen. So, as the ginger-and-white warrior padded slowly toward the medicine den, she couldn't help but feel a bit glad that she always had a listening ear waiting for her in her own Clan.

"Ma-Mapleleaf," A soft voice muttered, "C-can we ta-talk?"

OOC: Sorry for the delay :0

IC: Mapleleaf had been sorting her herbs after teaching her apprentice how to use some of the most important ones. Her head turned when she heard a soft voice call her name and ask her to speak. She stopped what she was doing and stepped out from the farthest part of her den, making herself known. "Wisteriapool! Of course sweetie. Come in!" she meowed gently as she pressed herself against the other she-cat and began to lead her to the back of her den. There they could speak in privacy. "Now tell me everything that's bothering you. I could hear a bit of sadness from the tone of your voice."