{$title} takes place after her threads with Gale/Flea/Blade
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After talking to Galepaw the other day, Heather had finally gotten the scent of RiverClan sealed in her mind. No more stumbling into territories of other Clans! No more getting attacked by strange, mean she-cats. Her cheek still hurt a little from it, though the scrapes had healed up thanks to Blade. ⬤
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She padded across the border, a couple little minnows from the shipyard held firm in her jaws. If she was lucky, she'd finally be able to meet up with Ivytwist! Wouldn't he appreciate having a little meal with her? Then she would be able to ask more about RiverClan and learn more about him too, if they could sit and enjoy a meal together. Her heart fluttered as her hopes rose at the prospect of meeting the handsome tom who hadn't left her mind since their last meeting. Was it too soon to say it was a crush? But if she had the feelings for him, who cared about "too soon" or not?
While she didn't want to consider what might happen if he didn't show, she could at least offer up the prey to anyone she did run into. Galepaw might enjoy them! She really ought to thank him for being so kind, especially now that she knew not all Clan cats were so kind to loners who crossed a border line.
Heather took a seat just inside the RiverClan border, setting down the minnows at her paws and looking about, scenting the air and waiting.