Family is Forever (Closed)

Ashstorm yawned as she reentered the camp after hunting. The heat of Newleaf was harsh and uncomfortable. She was breathing heavily, and her long, heavy fur was not helpful. The grey she-cat found her way to a shaded area where she stayed for a few minutes before she spotted Beechfang and Ravenclaw. She strode towards them. "Beechfang. Ravenclaw." She greated them, as enthusiastically as she could in her hot, tired state. "How are you both doing?" She asked.

Ravenclaw was near Beechfang, having finished a training session with Wolfpaw. She was definitely a feisty little apprentice, in the nicest terms she could say. Things were a little bit awkward between her and Beechfang over her choice of mate, for various reasons, but she did her best to remain civil in front of their other clanmates. "Ashstorm. Things are well," even if they weren't, she didn't want to seem like she was whining about something only she could truly understand. "The weather is a bit warm, though." Thank goodness for the shade they could find.

It was about that time of year when Beechfang started to curse having long, thick fur. Oh, she was sure her clanmates envied it in the cold leafbare moons, but in late newleaf and greenleaf? Torture. She held much sympathy for her clanmates and relatives with longer fur, and had found her way into the shade beneath the trees at the edge of camp. Ravenclaw had joined her after finishing a training session with Wolfpaw, and Beechfang tried not to think about how awkward things were between them. Ravenclaw was... not thrilled with her choices, and why would she be? "She reminds me of me at that age. I never gave poor grandfather a break with training. And of course sparring was my favorite." Her whiskers twitched, "I pray her decision making is better than mine is." She had little fear of Ravenclaw leading Wolfpaw wrong, of course, she'd stepped up to be a mother to kits who weren't hers and had done a much better job than Beechfang thought she could've. There was no thanks appropriate that could be given for that.

"Hey, Ashstorm," Beechfang purred a greeting to her sister when she approached, noting the exhaustion in her face. Probably just the heat, but she'd spent far too long looking after her clanmates health to stop now. "Are you alright?" She asked, "Greenleaf won't be pleasant if this keeps up." She agreed with Ravenclaw. "Might be a good idea to have patrols stop near the creek more often, even if they're patrolling elsewhere." Overheating wasn't good for any cat, and Skyclan needed to stay as healthy as they could given their current lack of an official medicine cat. Beechfang and Dovefrost could help where needed of course, but they were both warriors now, and besides that were getting older. They would need to find a younger cat to take up the mantle properly, and soon.