through the thickest fogs [closed]

If Mottlestar had been struggling to stay afloat during all that had gone on within Thunderclan's borders, Fawnshine must have practically been drowning.

All the wrath that the stars had seemed keen on bringing down upon them, and it was a dark-forest like silence that had been delivered to the medicine cat. No doubt had she had in her mind that it was hard for the molly to deal with. It was even hard for Mottlestar to handle each event as it came up, not to mention having to train an apprentice at the same time. Her close friend didn't deserve that in the slightest, and for once, even the tortoiseshell herself found anger welling within her chest towards the stars for behaving in such a way. For leaving one of the closest people to the Clan in question out of it all.

Not only had they chosen Burdockroot to reveal the omens of death for, but the very own message about Mottlestar's transgressions didn't even go to a Clan they were allied with. That was certainly another question to ask at some point. But not today. No, instead, she simply wanted to spend time with her medicine cat. To offer whatever explanation and answers that she could, that was at minimum owed. Even moreso, she wanted to be an ear. So often did she trust Fawnshine with almost every piece of her - almost, except the one that even she had a hard time processing until now -that it was more than time for her to return the favor.

So, poking her head into the den filled with scents and sights that sometimes baffled her that one cat could remember them all, Mottlestar gave a gentle mew in greeting. "Fawnshine, can I help you at all?"