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Soaringbird had been in DayClan only a few days when she learned about what had happened with her fellow former BrookClan clanmates, especially the two who had assisted her in stealing Springlockedgrave's litter oh so long ago.
Blazehowl slain by Wanderingwight and Lakeveil left within an inch of her life... all because they'd been tormenting Lakeveil's daughter Spring.
Soaringbird couldn't believe it when she'd heard it. She knew Blazehowl and Lakeveil didn't like Springlockedgrave hence why they'd been willing to assist in the theft. She hadn't paid it much mind at the time... but now she wondered if she really should've.
Her heart went out to little Spring. Had Lakeveil named her so similarly to Springlockedgrave as a way to carry over her anger towards Springlockedgrave? That was hardly fair to little Spring, the poor dear had to feel so awful having been raised like that.
Though she couldn't currently do anything for Springlockedgrave's stolen kits now, she at least would help this little kit who Soaringbird assumed shared the name of the she cat.
Soaringbird went towards the medicine cat den, she was going to have her kits soon, but she could still move about relatively okay. Only waddling a little as she went, and she didn't need to squeeze in through the den entrance.
Then she laid eyes on Spring and stopped.
For a brief moment she thought somehow rather than step into DayClan's medicine cat den, she'd stepped into the den of Springlockedgrave. A slightly smaller Springlockedgrave.
She blinked rapidly and shook her head. No. This wasn't Springlockedgrave, but Spring. A she cat who looked greatly like her, and perhaps that was why Lakeveil had taken out her ire out on her. But seeing those injuries... there was no justification. Especially if this was some bitter grudge against Springlockedgrave that Lakeveil was using to justify hurting Spring.
"Oh you poor thing," She whispered entering the den fully. "You didn't deserve such treatment."
It wasn't just appearance. Even in demeanor, they were all but identical, bearing scars that were disturbingly similar to the deceased Vrachi, and suddenly called into question how the BrookClan feline had gotten them in the first place. They had the same frame, the same gold eyes, with the same sort of nervous energy in them. This Spring, however, had a fraction of light left in her eyes, perhaps by the fact one of her tormentors was dead, and the other, well, had been thrown to the absolute bottom of the totem pole in DayClan society. She lifted her head slowly, familiarity flickering in her gaze for a moment, though she wasn't entirely certain why. Even her voice was identical, if Soaringbird had ever heard it. "Who're you?" She asked, instinctively curling around herself not unlike a mother would hug their litter of kits. "What do you want?" Her voice was hesitant, as if she couldn't quite bring herself to trust the feline before her, despite the deja vu that made her head spin.
The sense of deja vu was strong, even the voice. Though Springlockedgrave had been in StarClan when she'd given Soaringbird a life, the voice was almost an exact match.
But Soaringbid chocked it up to faulty memory and remembering things differently than the way they actually were.
Soaringbird didn't step closer when she saw Spring curl in on herself. Instead she crouched, a bit difficult with her heavily pregnant belly but she managed. "I'm Soaringbird, I'm a new cat in DayClan. I used to be in BrookClan, many many seasons ago. I..." Her ears drooped. "I heard what happened to you, and I wanted to ask if you could use some company?" She had let down many many BrookClan cats now. The clan was now dead. Destroyed roughly four seasons after Soaringbird and Rasputin left it behind... and after Springlockedgrave had died.
Seeing how sad the she cat had looked and seeing this cat now look so similarly.... she wanted so deeply to try and see her smile.
