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she still looked for quickfox. for the first time in a couple of weeks, she thought of him again. him with his sickly charming smile and his fearless dreaming. sleetstorm knew that they could have talked for hours until they weren't strangers anymore, and they did. they took a walk along the river and he made her stop and think about her clan. her isolation within her clan. her invisibility within her clan. he said that there was no way that he could have forgotten such a pretty face- that was a lie. but, oh starclan. he was fearless; she looked at his silhouette against the sunlight and told him nothing worth repeating to keen ears. she looked at her with those eyes and whispered a million different stories all at once, and without saying much at all he had her believing in herself again. so here she was, trying to find her own stars within a crowded group of repressed hostility. but for perhaps only the second time in her life, she felt completely at ease with her animosity. she was here with riverclan, but she was here by herself as well. and even after they all returned, she felt like a part of her would always be here. sleetstorm owed it all to the arrogant thunderclan warrior; she never thanked him.

bearclaw learned that like time, distance between the clans was something that he could not control. he would throw his words up in the air in hopes that it would bring it to listening ears in the other clans. he knew they were sitting under the same sky, but they were in four completely different worlds. he would have told the other cats to listen up, to stop the bickering and to work together- for summer was coming and the heat itched everyone for battle- but he didn't want to waste his breath. his fortunes never had a way of coming true. the windclan warrior wondered if anyone would miss him long after they forgot about him. they probably wouldn't. the black warrior knew that everything would be alright in the end. but he hoped that someone would listen to him, that someone would want to learn the hum of his rhythm until eventually he became the beat of a distant memory that keeps time in the background of a new one. he wanted someone to understand where he was coming from, to understand what he was saying. but there was no one. there would always be no one.

the thunderclan she-cat wondered that if ten moons from now, they would meet again. if she would manage to land a spot in starclan and they would spot each other and smile, because it'd be so nice to see a familiar face in a land full of strangers. then they would laugh because out of all the cats in the world, and all of the other places they could have been right then and there, two people with blurred memories of the past found themselves there- not even two feet away from each other. she knew that she would act so surprised, and that he would ask her to go fishing, because he hadn't been able to teach her the ways of the water while they were alive. so might as well do it now, better late than never. and then stormfire knew that she would tell him about her life, and he would tell her about all the places they've been and how their dead kits were doing- and maybe she would get to meet them. maybe they would remember that she was their mother. they'd talk until they lost track of time, or until starclan decided to continue on without them. the riverclan warrior was never something she could completely wrap her head around. but that was much later in life. for now, she was under the bright moonlight, trying to blend in with her own clan so that no one could single her and her wounded heart out. she didn't feel like talking, she only felt like fading into the undergrowth or fading into the stars. she still missed him, but it was getting easier.