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Petalfrost wasn't sure when she'd started playing catch up with her own life. She had her family, though she wasn't sure they really cared about her anymore -- she'd been apathetic towards them and their achievements. Then she'd woken up that morning and realized what a mess she'd made of her life. Her kits, who were warriors now, didn't even know her other than what her siblings and parents had told them. Stormshelther had another mate because she'd pushed him away. Her mother and father were elders and she still had a hard time coming to terms with the fact they they were old enough to retire for active warrior duty. She was there for many of the events but... she had only physically been there. Her mind had always been elsewhere and she had glimpses of everything that had happened.
She wanted to talk to her family, but she was sure they'd scoff at her and send her away. She pushed her way out of the warrior's den and took a deep breath. The chilly air seemed to relax her somehow. She shuffled out of the enterence's way as someone else exited. How could she start making amends for her actions when she didn't remember half of them? How could she rekindle a relationship with her kin when she'd been icy and distant for so long? Who did she try and talk to first? She was sure her father was extremely disappointed in her; he'd tried so hard her whole life to make sure that she had more convenience than her previously life had ever been and she was sure she'd thrown it in his face. Had she turned out to be just like Frozenpetal or was she worse?
Change was always a good thing, in his opinion. Lightningswift's entire life had been built around the concept; changing clans, changing lifestyles, changing leaders, changing relationships. And now, changing his position in Waterclan for the first time since he had joined it so many seasons ago. His announcement of his retirement from warrior duties came as a surprise to few cats, as the golden tabby had been showing his age for a while now; his ragged pelt becoming more consistently matted, and the grey fur around his muzzle growing more prominent. His decision only appeared to come out of nowhere for his own kits, who all saw him as a permanent example of a perfect loyal warrior. The tom chuckled to himself at the thought, shaking his head as he stepped out of the elder's den, out to fetch something from the fresh-kill pile for breakfast. Didn't his kin see that they were now the very loyal warriors they dreamed of being as kits?
Despite how...stubborn some of them could be at times, Lightningswift was so proud at how far they had come. He only wished that they could see what he saw in them.
Petalfrost looked over at the elder's den when she felt someone exiting. She was slightly surprised that her father was up so early when he could've slept until sun-high, if he'd wanted. If she was going to talk to anyone in her family, even if he was disappointed in her, it'd be her father. And then her mother. And maybe, if she wasn't mentally or emotionally exhausted after, one of her siblings. She probably couldn't talk to everyone today. She was still self conscious of the fact that she didn't know if she was yelling when she spoke or not, but they'd never told her to lower her voice so she assumed she wasn't talking obnoxiously loud.
The silver she-cat took another calming breath before making her way over to her father, who was just picking his food from the fresh-kill pile. She wasn't hungry. Did she ever feel hungry anymore? She must've been eating something otherwise she'd have starved to death already.
