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Northernlights slumped away from Calamitystar, having hoped that he would let him go out on his own, but the leader had other plans in mind. Northernlights raised his head and glanced around camp before he spotted the black and white fur he had been looking for. There had been a time, some moons ago now, where Northernlights had began to let others in. But that was before Auroradance had died and left him on his own again, so shortly after his mother, Oceanhaze, had also died. He had quickly relapsed, lost his position as an Aurulent, and became closed off once more, though he still worked hard for and loved his clan. That much was certain through the work he put toward it.
The brown tom gazed across the clearing at Tatteredraven, trying to find the courage in himself to walk up to her and simply tell her that they had to go on a patrol together. Then he wouldn’t have to talk to her again. He sighed, shaking his pelt, and sauntered across the clearing. His sea-colored eyes, a mixture of pale blues and bright greens, burned into her pelt. Why did he have to let himself get this way? Just because the two she-cats who meant more to him than anything had died didn’t mean he had to close himself off to the world. But he knew it wasn’t as simple as that. His grief had left him broken all over again, and this time he wasn’t sure he would be able to pull himself out of that hole. Not that he was still grieving — enough time had passed since his losses. But it had left him empty once more.
”Tatteredraven?” He stopped in front of the she-cat, the tip of his tail flicking. He could hardly look at her. He couldn’t help remembering the confidence he once had. “Calamitystar wants you to go on a patrol with me.”
Tatteredraven sat at the edge of camp slightly bored, she wasn't one to just do nothing, but she had done everything she could think of around camp, from changing the bedding in the nursery and playing with the kits to offering her services to the medicine cats. She had worked so hard to get where she was now and although she had reached those goals she couldn't seem to allow herself the time she needed to relax and just enjoy a day doing nothing, so when she heard her name, her ears perked up and she turned her head to face Nothernlights. "Oh thank goodness, a patrol." She purred with a smile, a smile that soon faded as she began to notice and feel the cold air flowing from the tom. It wasn't anger or irritation but something sadder, and it sent a chill through her.
"Well then, are you ready?" She asked, calmer than before.
Northernlights glanced at her, releasing the breath he had been holding. She didn't look as though she would rather be on a patrol with someone other than him. Perhaps he could push away the dark cloud hanging over him for one afternoon? His fur twitched and he lifted his head a little higher. "Yes, I thought we'd head toward the old windmill. The mice will all be hiding inside from the cold," he said, the idea popping into his head at just that moment. He felt a stir in his stomach, a memory of how he was once when he easily took the lead, when his confidence had let him go with the feeling that he could do anything. "What do you think?" He added, ears tipping back just slightly.
As he spoke she gave her chest a few licks and looked at him. "That's a great idea, with the cold the windmill would be the best place to hunt." Although she was an Aurulent, she had been asked to join him and so naturally he would take the lead and call the shots, something she didn't mind as she was just happy to be going along. The way he was behaving though gave her the feeling he was hesitant to fully take charge for some reason, it reminded her very much of herself when she was younger.
"Alright, well, let's go," he said awkwardly, though he felt a little more confident now. He thought back to the days when he had stepped up and taken his mother's place as leader - it had only been for a moment, and he hadn't even received his lives before he lost everything. That seemed like a different life. He pushed all thoughts of the past away, picking up the pace a little as he entered the forest. Being out in the territory made him visibly relax. He glanced sideways at Tatteredraven, his pale green-blue eyes watching her curiously. "Have you heard that SummerClan has been arguing over the borders with some of our patrols?" He asked, trying to fill the silence that hung heavily in the air. He hoped, secretly, that something, anything would happen.
Tatteredraven fell into step beside him, her normally focused eyes lingering on Northernlights as she lost herself in thought. There was something about him that had changed, she had grown up admiring him and the confidence that seemed always to flow from him, but as they walked side by side it was as if the feline at her shoulder was a complete stranger. She sighed inwardly, shaking away the cloud that began to form inside her head, and tried to focus on their task. It wasn't until he spoke again that she turned her attention back to him, as soon as the words left his mouth she started to laugh. "I have! They really want those trees." She continued to laugh, now unable to control it as her sides began to burn and water formed in her eyes, a small snort escaping into the air as she tried to keep her breath.
