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Kinkedrose lied down in the medicine cat den. The cuts she had suffered during the struggle to get out of the trap were all healed, but the leg that was caught in the trap still had some ways to go. While she could walk around on her own she wasn't fit for combat or hunting yet. Any unnecessary exertion needed to be avoided. To think she had just gotten her warrior name ahead of schedule not too long ago and now she was here in FallClan unable to do any warrior duties. Her heart ached as she rolled onto her back staring up at the ceiling. Had she made the right choice? Her mother Whispyfeather left to join Renegade Regime to be closer to her family and her other siblings had all but left with Whispyfeather except for her and Hazelpaw. Maybe if she went to Renegade Regime she would have been safer. At the same time she never felt liked she belonged in the Regime.
Kinkedrose lifted up her soft framed face up, the tufts of her cheek fur stuck to her chin from her sleep letting a small yawn escape from her muzzle. Her dusty grey lilac fur shimmered along the dark florescent patterns that danced across her pelt like a shadowy garden of swirls and chaotic lines. She didn't look anything like a FallClan cat or really any clan cat for that matter. She had a kittypet build from her father, but was long legged from her mother. It was hard not to stare, she was so vastly different from other cats by looks alone. Her ears were folded with a pink carnation at either side and a feathery red tail resembling a fox. She felt restless, at first it had been nice getting some rest, but now she was at the healing phase where she was close enough to being all better that she wanted to go back to the way things were. But still, it was too early.
Thrushstar waited at the entrance of the den, thinking for a moment. He wasn't sure if he should go in and say something to the foreigner or not. Something was keeping him near the medicine's cat den, but it was his own fault to have not said anything yet. With a short sigh, he made himself present with a short grunt. The she-cat, Kinkedrose, lay there, already staring deep into his soul. Had she heard him outside? "How are you feeling?" he asked slowly.
With a short chuckle at her words, Thrushstar replied. "I am fine. I just wanted to check on you. You've been here for sometime now. I hope you're not missing home too much."
"How can I not?" Kinkedrose said on instinct, but soon regretted saying that, "Well actually, almost my entire family moved away to Renegade Regime. I really miss them and everything in DayClan just reminds me of them. At the same time, I'd never want to leave to go to Renegade Regime, to live in those dark tunnels all the time. I guess if anything, staying here is just what I needed. A relief from the stress back home."
Kinkedrose smiled and looked at Thrushstar, "But maybe we can go on a walk so my recovery doesn't have to just be here?"
"Hey so I've been kind of noticing that FallClan's a bit unique. Why do I see some warriors only practice fighting while others are off busy hunting? At first I thought there was a mean group of cats refusing to hunt, but everyone just seems kind of cool with it," Kinkedrose asked, but there wasn't an awkwardness or even embarrassment at the question, she seemed either trusting that her question made sense or trusted that Thrushstar wouldn't mock her for the question.
"Well," Thrushstar started. He wasn't sure of the exact reasons why FallClan split its warrior into groups; however, he did know it ran the best that way. "Some kits are born fighters, with strong muscles and sharp claws. Some are born hunters, with lithe bodies and an acute sense of smell. I know DayClan may be a little different, but it's the best way our clan runs." he said proudly, continuing on.
