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Originally Posted by lio

GENTLEDOE
messy-furred brown she-cat with heterochromia.
she/her

She curled her tail around Bumblebreak, resting her nose on the she-cat's head where it lay against her shoulder. It was heartbreaking to see the she-cat having to work herself to death to keep their Clan alive. Gentledoe allowed her gaze to pass over the camp, seeking out any sign of Thrushstar or Cinderpaw. Nothing. It was... rather concerning, yes. ThunderClan was simply stuck in a loop of, well, nothing. No changes. A routine of nothingness. They couldn't get better, become more stable, actually fix anything if the Clan was stuck in a constant state of instability.

Change. It needed to be made.

Gentledoe gave a small, sad smile in Bumblebreak's direction, tilting her head to the side. "Regardless of everything, you are allowed to rest, love. Please, I do not wish for you to exhaust yourself too much. You have already done more than enough for ThunderClan to deserve to relax for just a little while, she purred, "Although the state of the Clan is quite concerning, you do have others who will stand by you and help. Like, well, me. I'll be here for you and all of the rest of ThunderClan no matter what, darling. So please, do allow yourself a rest once in a while. I would hate to see our lovely deputy in the medicine den from overworking herself." The last part was said with a giggle, though a small glint shone in the she-cat's eyes. Her words held a promise, one she never thought she'd make.

Gentledoe had always been lazy. Sitting back, preferring to nap instead of hunt. Having to drag herself to patrols and barely being an active presence regardless. For the last twenty-seven moons of her life, she had watched ThunderClan go by in a mess of everything and nothing all at once.

Change had never really been her thing...

...but now it was time for that to change.

bumblebreak === >

Rest. Bumblebreak grumbled something under her breath. She didn't need rest, she needed to keep things moving so that ThunderClan didn't fall flat on its face over and over again. Why couldn't more cats see that?

She was quiet after Gentledoe spoke, just resting her eyes and letting the words make rounds in her head. She could trust the she-cat, couldn't she? To actually be present, and get the river rushing again. After a long moment, she inhaled and exhaled softly, before turning her head somewhat so that she could blink up at the brown tabby.

"How would you feel about being a Keeper?" she asked. "There's only one right now, and I have my eye on a couple other cats who I think would do well with it, but I need one more to fill out all the vacant spots, and... y'know, I trust you. I think you'd do good."