Open to Join Plot Thread When a Stone Turns Cold

"Run. That is an order."

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Cinderwisp had made it her own personal to priority to ensure that Nettleplume always had help available if he needed it. He was young with no other medicine cat. And with the vicious attacks, their healer was their most prized individual. So she made it an objective to visit the elegant tom.

Padding in, the molly laid her eyes on Stoneclaw.

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He reminded her of Cinderwhisper. The pain washed over her all over again. Despite that, she kept a neutral expression. If she had to be brutally honest, she always thought that the tom was too harsh on Goosesong. Goosesong was a good warrior. One of their best. His skills rivalled her own. But she didn't voice her thoughts. She simply sat down beside Stoneclaw, sighing as she awaited Nettleplume's return.

I am shaped by the trials I refuse to surrender to.

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The day had brought Lilyriver's joints some aches as the sun had begun to set. So she had left her sleeping kits in the nursery for just a moment before making her way to Nettleplume's den. However if he wasn't there, her joints could wait for later. 

However, when the white she-cat moved toward the medicine den, she didn't see Nettleplume, she saw Cinderwisp, in all the glory that followed her in her coming role as deputy. She gave her a nod, but paused as the scent hit her nose, uncovered, fresh, metallic and wrong, blood mixed with... something.

And then, she saw Stoneclaw, laying limp and unmoving in a nest, covered with dressings for wounds that he had returned with from the attack at the gorge. But unmoving was hardly an understatement, his breath was either very low or nothing at all. It was then that Lilyriver realised what Cinderwisp had probably seen right away. "He's with StarClan?" it was less of an ask and more of an observation, but she framed it as a softer question to Cinderwisp. "How long since do you think?"