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Aspenstar looked worn down, and perhaps it was because she was. Anxiety had kept her up the last few nights; perhaps this was normal, though. After all, she had only recently reclaimed whatever little bit of power she held over NightClan. The Pythoness and the betrayal of her clanmates still was fresh, deep wounds that were far from healing. The anxiety had kept her from sleeping. During the night, she had to put a face on for her clanmates; it wasn't until the day that her mind was allowed to wander, and the anxiety had time to creep in. Still, if someone didn't know her closely, they might not recognize the signs of distress. Luckily, or unluckily, for her, Z did.
To many, Zetiankunzea was a force that very few attempted to approach straight on. She was cold, calculating, and while she portrayed a superior and graceful exterior, she was also very willing to sacrifice the comfort and happiness of others in order to maintain her image and gain what benefit she was after at that time.
To all, Zetiankunzea acted as an impenetrable fortress, a protective guardian who could act as your deadliest ally and powerful battle partner.
To her leader, who she had been friends with long before the she-cat had been made commander of this clan, she was Z. Strong, yes; frequently underestimated, yes. Cold? Never.
"Breathe." A sharp yet soothing voice gently ordered, pawsteps approaching until the she-cat was at her side. Ruby-amethyst eyes were turned on her friend, steady and unyielding. "Lower your shield." She pressed her obsidian, gold, and howlite flank against the she-cat's own light fawn one.
"It hurts to," she meowed softly, her sides starting to move faster. She had been fighting the attack most of the night, and it was starting to settle on her. Normally, she'd send whoever away so she could cope quietly, alone. There were two cats, though, that this wasn't the case for, and Z happened to be one of them. With each rapid breath, she could feel herself slipping more and more into panic, although she resisted this with all her effort. "Why does it hurt?" Her voice was just as ragged as her breath, broken and nervous.
Z closed her eyes, both to steady her breathing so that the panicking she-cat next to her could focus on the rhythm and subconsciously match it and to control her own raging emotions. She would always hold a grudge against the elemental who did this to her leader and to her clan. She would never forgive and never forget the horror that her people had undergone because of a creature that neither deserved to be regarded by name or by thought. But it was at times like this, when in the solitude of only one another, the she-cat that had always been quite in control of her own emotions and frequently choosing to handle situations alone would crumble and the facade would fall away to reveal that which even she had barely any experience with: not a frightened young warrior crowned as leader of an entire population, but a child, incapable of seeing anything past her own fear.
This was unmarked territory for her, yet she tried her best to offer what support she could for her friend. She settled her cheek next to Aspen's and whispered softly, the sensation of her lips against her friend's cheek hopefully offering what grounding it could. "This is a safe space. It will hurt, all wounds do, but to heal them we have to reveal them. Otherwise they'll become infected and fester."
She pulled back and gazed into her friend's eyes. "Breathe with me. Match the rhythm. Focus on my voice and my heartbeat."
Aspenstar found herself keying into the cat's breathing, just as Z had expected her to. The other feline was one iof the few cats that was able to get her to focus on anything but the panic, although that was, in part, because she let very, very few cats see her vulnerable. She hated vulnerability, hated feeling like there was a crack in her armor. Yet, for the last two months, that's how it had felt, like the chip was getting bigger, that she was standing with her jugular exposed to the world... Things had been so much simpler.... Why had they changed? The thoughts burned through her mind in rapid succession, although the young leader fought hard to stay grounded in Z's breaths... Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
She relaxed slightly at her friend's touch, tears welling in her eyes. "I don't want it to," she meowed in a defeated tone. But, how couldn't it? Death, calamity, it had all been placed right on her paws. "How am I supposed to feel them? Cats need me...." Need her to be anything but in the state she currently was in. Still, she listened, focusing on breathing as steadily as she could.
"Even the best leaders have to have moments where they're allowed to simply be. You can't be strong all the time, just as you can't be vulnerable all the time. Sometimes doing what's best for your clan is doing what's best for you, too." Z tilted her head. "NightClan knows you have it; you have all of our backs, you'd be ready to bend over backwards for all of us. But we can have your back, too. We won't think any less of you."
