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you can break a shovel when you break new ground.

purrks: agatha kitty, mind reader, go with the flow

[ @silver. [tansypaw ] , @endlesshax [echopaw] , @poppy [birdsnow] , @TheLostAmongTheStars [adderpaw] ]

rushwater’s keen ears pricked, a note, a passing sound reminiscent of his name. he made his way to the patrol place after identifying the voice as none other than tansypaw.

he had to admit, the more they interacted the more his respect for the anxious young healer grew. he was much appreciative of the work she assigned him, too, as it kept him busy and unable to overthink. ever since that territory tour, it felt like he was sharing an inside joke with her every time she called his name and sent him on patrol- a silent thank you, and an implied smile. rushwater appreciated her, he truly did. especially since neither had uttered a word of his secret fault. his fatal flaw.

so, rushwater found a place to sit while the cats gathered ‘round, tail curling neatly around his flank and tucking between his paws. the rhythmic flick of his tail tip the only motion aside from the steady expand and retreat of his chest with each breath.

birdsnow, huh? rushwater’s ear flicked, and he inclined his head slightly in thought as he oft’ did. originally, he had nothing but discontent for the deputy. they were about the same age, give or take two-or-three moons, and she had been an apprentice for nearly all of that. now, that discontent had begun to fizzle out into a more amiable opinion. from what he had seem so far, she stood her ground on her decisions, knew when to cut her losses, and was at least somewhat competent. he respected her, at least a little bit. it couldn’t be an easy position to be thrust into, surely. he did not envy her, but nor did he pity her.

not that he’d say that out loud. his opinion was unwarrented, unneeded and unhelpful in any case so he’d keep it tightly tucked away for his own use. she wasn’t so bad after all.

he still wasn’t terribly fond of having a 30-moon-apprentice and a baby leader to be the most powerful members of riverclan, but with the poor hand they were delt they played well. he could not fault either of them for that. his feeling of disconcent was less pointed to deputy and leader now, and more to the situation as a whole.

that and falconfeather’s death. the thought, a fresh wound, left a stir of emptyness and irritation in his chest.

whatever. focus on the task at hand: finding his patrol mates than carrying more moss than any can fathom back to camp.