the clan has moved on entirely from the accident a moon prior, but for some, it's become raw and red. swallowbreeze has kept her head down since the incident with flowercloud and her daughter. neither injuries were life threatening, thank the stars— but feelings linger, and medicine cats remember. the molly's insistence on treating cygnetscratch's wound while blood poured from her brow, did she not understand that her sight could've been damaged?
her irritation at the scuffle has decreased, although that doesn't mean she won't let it slide past her. skyclan can not afford to have a deputy struggle to hold their composure, flowercloud was brought back into the position for a reason, and she didn't deserve to have her clanmates wonder if hawkstar made the right choice.
the medic told herself that she'd see how things were doing after things cleared up a bit. for flowercloud's sake, and her own, she didn't want to rub dirt in the wound if it wasn't necessary.
after a long day, swallowbreeze seeks out the deputy. "flowercloud?" she asks carefully, "can we talk in my den for a minute?" there are no patients she has to tend to, or an apprentice to watch over, the hollow log den is perhaps the most private area right now.
her irritation at the scuffle has decreased, although that doesn't mean she won't let it slide past her. skyclan can not afford to have a deputy struggle to hold their composure, flowercloud was brought back into the position for a reason, and she didn't deserve to have her clanmates wonder if hawkstar made the right choice.
the medic told herself that she'd see how things were doing after things cleared up a bit. for flowercloud's sake, and her own, she didn't want to rub dirt in the wound if it wasn't necessary.
after a long day, swallowbreeze seeks out the deputy. "flowercloud?" she asks carefully, "can we talk in my den for a minute?" there are no patients she has to tend to, or an apprentice to watch over, the hollow log den is perhaps the most private area right now.