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The tom paused as he approached her den, trying to blink out the sadness in his eyes. His efforts were no more than half-effective, as he couldn't quite shake the fact he looked even more dishevled than normal. No one could really blame his mourning, though; after all, in a matter of moons, he'd lost both of his parents, one to his own insanity, the other to the soft void. Still, if he was going to be around Sunstar, he had to at least try not to look like a kicked puppy; she was mourning too. Plus, her summons seemed urgent, as someone had came all the way to the Southern Sea to gather the coast guard. After another second, he sighed, before poking his nose in. "You wanted to see me?"
What was a court without roses? Rosethorn's death left an immutable ache in the heart of SummerClan. Everyone felt it, but none quite so much as Foxfable and the one who'd summoned him.
Sunstar, confined to her den for the last several days with the metaphorical curtains drawn, couldn't measure the agony wailing in her chest. Her mentor, her friend, her deputy, her closest confidante; the impact had more gravity than just a statistical loss. It would take time before the gaping hole began to shrink, but time and tide wait for no man. They had to move forward- together.
So when the tom heeded her summons and stepped into the shadows of her den, Sunstar had arisen from the ashes of her grief and sat erect, her tail draped over her paws. "I did," she confirmed, "come in, Foxfable. We have... a lot to talk about."
He looked a little nervous; a lot to talk about? That didn't seem particularly good, did it? His head ducked slightly as he padded in, trying to calm the uneasiness. Snap out of it, kid,. Giving himself a final shake as he entered, he then blinked. "That's not... ominous at all," he meowed with a nervous chuckle, little more than an awkward kid, after all. When he noticed she was sitting, the tom settled himself. "How... how are you?" he asked after a bit. Once again, he didn't have to elaborate on the answer; this was another one of the moments that the two would share where she would be able to just know.
One notorious aspect of Sunstar's repertoire of skills, of which there were a certifiable few, was her ability to transition smoothly from sovereignty to informality. It characterized in a lowering of her head, withered crown of orchids falling over her baby blues, as she unveiled what was previously hidden by her fluffy tail: a crystal shard, glittering wildly. "Rosethorn left this with me to give to you. I- I," her voice cracked painfully, "don't know what I'll do without her guidance, but I trusted her in life and I'll trust her in death."
She watched the confusion gather in the shadows of his narrow face, then elaborated: "Your mother left this memento, and her position, to you, Foxfable."
The shard made his eyes water a little, before he rapidly blinked the tears away. No, this wasn't the time to cry. When his friend's voice -they were friends now, right?- cracked, he found himself instinctually moving his tail to her shoulder. As she continued, though, his brow furrowed slightly. Trust her in death? What was going on? A slight hush of anxiety crept into the back of his mind, his heartbeat fluttering slightly during the prolonged pause. When she spoke again, his jaw literally dropped.
"She... what?" he sputtered, his eyes wide. "N-no, she... that... she ..." A million thoughts flew through his head: what was the crystal for? Why had his mother left her position to him? Why had Sunstar acquiesed? He certainly couldn't be ready for this, could he? The anxiety rose slightly, before he let out a deep breath, trying to come up with a coherent sentence. "I'm sorry," he meowed. "I don't know what I'm going to do without her either," he shifted the conversation slightly. It was easier to start there. "But I... I don't understand."
"That makes two of us," she laughed, all the while leaning into the gentleness of his touch. There was a gratitude Sunstar didn't put into words that was intrinsically understood. "I don't know where, or how, or really why she ended up with this," she pointed to the object Foxfable now clutched, "but... it does look like the ones used in WinterClan's status symbols."
For all the resentment between herself and her hus- former husband, Reapingnight had passed on at least some understanding of his birth clan's culture, enough to have supplemented her through conversations with Wintrystar. The crystal itself was a lovely periwinkle chalcedony with all the roughness shaved down, a token bearing a warrior's distinction. "Do you know of any WinterClan kin you may have. Cats Rosethorn may have been seeing...?" Her relationship with Howlingheart was notable, but hey, SummerClan was a verg progressive clan.
When she laughed, Foxfable tried to let out a laugh of his own, although it came out as more of a choked sort of noise than anything else. His forehead remained slightly crinkled in his own confusion, before he took a closer look at it. He was sort of relieved that there was the object, no matter how strange it was. It meant that, at least for the moment, he could avoid the fact that what he really didn't understand was why on earth his mother would give him her position.
"WinterClan," he repeated, his tone even more confused. "Any WinterClan kin I have?" He tilted his head slightly, trying to remember. "Ma and Aunt Orchid aren't originally from a clan... Does Uncle Crow have relatives there?" He wasn't sure why he thought Sunstar would know. "The ... other side of my family is from SummerClan.... So, no. I... don't think I do." He blinked a few times, did that mean his mother was seeing someone else? Things had been going so seemingly well with Howlingheart... His whiskers twitched. "I think she would have told me if she was seeing someone..." he then meowed, but his voice trailed slightly. Would she have?
