It had been a little while, but hope glowed like a small ember in his chest. Rainywhisker approaches Duskstar's den with reservation, carrying a shrew to offer the she-cat if she were present, or leave if she wasn't. She'd come back recently... He wasn't on guard duty anymore by the time she'd gotten home, but he still wanted to extend a greeting. Was Buckbranch still guarding her den? The stormy-furred tom had to admit, appointing a guard to keep her safe from her own Clanmates felt a little harsh, but he couldn't blame the cat seeing everything that had been happening lately. Well, here or not, she could use a snack, he thinks to himself as he steps up to the den mouth. "Duskstar?" he meows quietly, tossing a glance over his shoulders for that other cat before poking his nose into her den and squinting as his eyes adjusted. His mew was muffled because of the rodent he'd nipped but, surely she would know her own name.