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Her blue eyes stared off, watching the waves. The stars glistened above, the camp was quiet. Oceaneyes flexed her toes in the sand, just hardly out of reach from the lapping water. All was quiet, and the only other cats awake were likely those atop the cavern, guarding their new home. As she gazed out across the massive lake, she found herself lost in her own thoughts. Silent, as sleep had been far away that night.
Frostcry stood guard over the camp that night. Even for a young warrior, staying still for so long made him stiff, so he had taken to pacing slowly back and forth around the rim of the camp entrance every few minutes; it brought new scents to his attention and kept him attentive as well. He was still relieved when a new guard finally came to take his place.
As the pale warrior started to work his way back down into the cavern, he paused, spotting someone else was awake despite the late hour. He hesitated, then made his way closer, and finally the moonlight illuminated his leader and revealed her identity to him.
"Oceaneyes," he greeted, halting a few steps away. "I don't mean to disturb you; I was just coming to see who was awake so late."
Her ears flicked at the newcomers presence. His scent revealed who he was rather quickly, even before his voice. The leader did not turn to look at him, instead kept her gaze fixed forward. A soft wind blew, giving a slight cool draft in the warmth of the cavern. "Frostcry." She greeted him in return. Her loyal, young deputy.
He did not come closer yet, weighing his own need for sleep against a desire to keep her company. He was still awake from standing guard but once he sat down, he knew his fatigue would return full force.
"Should I fetch Fernweaver?" Frostcry asked finally, training his blue gaze on her. "Are you unwell?"
"No, no." She reassured the deputy. "I am fine, I suppose..." She paused, then shook her head. "I suppose I simply have a lot on my mind as of late. Wondering.. if I have led the clan to the right place, wondering if this home will be everything we need it to be, and think it will be." She admitted rather truthfully, her eyes never leaving the lapping waves.
"It's a lot of pretty, being a leader," he murmured, understanding in his tone now. Being deputy was an unfamiliar weight on his shoulders, a new source of anxiety, but even then his stress would not be the same burden as his leader's. He followed orders; she gave them. " But this has been a good home so far. Do you have any reason to doubt?"
She frowned. She'd yet to even travel to StarClan to speak to them herself. No, they went off a sign from them. Oceaneyes had not taken a leader name, had not gotten her lives... had not even truly been approved to lead the clan. What if they rejected her? Silence fell between the pair.
Frostcry let the silence continue. It was a glum feeling, to know she did not believe they had earned this. But couldn't they have one safe refuge? After the volcano, after his injury, after the moons of living in the tunnels?
Frostcry's shoulders slumped a little. He was trying hard to understand but it was hard when she didn't know the answers either. "I don't mean to question them. I just.... it's hard to adjust."
She paused, and turned to look at him. "I agree." She admitted, feeling like a weight had left her shoulders slightly. She had put up this big front, and seemed to be doing just fine, but in reality, their life was so different a season ago.
"Really?" Frostcry didn't know if he felt relieved or horrified that Oceaneyes was as lost as he was. A little bit of both, maybe. He turned his blue eyes up to her, searching. "I thought... you know, with the leadership and stuff, you had it all figured out. StarClan in your ear."
