[RedHead]

@Fuzzyfeline [lets try a little talk with these two, shall we?]

It was getting better, he’d admit that much to himself. The recent inter-clan battle had really shaken the dark-furred tom. It brought back bad memories and foreign thoughts. And being pummeled by a medicine cat, and one of his own friends, hadn’t been a good touch to his ego. But Flintspirit was a talker. And he’d talked it out. Sure, he was still physically hurting, his recent wounds a constant reminder, but his emotional state had improved substantially. Plus he had had a chance to talk to someone, albeit little snippets, about his past. And Tallmarsh had understood. He believed her to having started feeling better, hopefully as much as he had. She was hardy and strong, plus, he’d seems firsthand how much she was cared for by her close friend.

Walking into the gathering behind Passionstar though, brought another thought to the front of his mind. Buttercupbreeze. This seemed to be one hurdle he couldn’t jump. With a lot growl of frustration as he parted from Passionstar to sit at the bottom of the sea stones, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It’s going to Ben fine. You’ve both probably been through harder things by now. His words didn’t reassure him. Flintspirit curled his tail around his paws as he reopened his eyes, green ovals searching for any sign of the cream-colored she-cat as Windclan entered the gathering area. “Just... be nice.” He mumbled to himself simply, wincing inwardly at how absolutely stupid it sounded.