The Eterna

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48 MOONS

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FEMALE (SHE/HER)

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BISEXUAL GREYAROMANTIC

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LEADER

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EAGLECLAN

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Ptarmiganstar was not the cat one would expect to be checked up on by. If anything, most cats likely thought she would sooner delegate the task to just about anyone who might agree. Many might believe she cared little for their well-being. Those cats were not entirely wrong, but perhaps a little misdirected.
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Ptarmiganstar's motives were hardly so simple.
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Although the leader seemed to possess minimal empathy, her dedication was a difficult thing to question. She may not show much emotional concern, but nor would she neglect the health and morale of her clan. These things were simply not her forte. But that would not stop her from ensuring these needs were met, and so she checked.
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Snow-capped paws carrying her with as much purpose as they always did, Ptarmiganstar padded the short distance from the main entrance into the primary tunnel and ducked inside. There were no kits or queens to check in on, but Ptarmiganstar veered to the left, all the same, weaving among the rocks and empty nesting spots with ears swiveling and jaws parted. Although it was a quick sweep of the cavern, all senses were invested in ensuring every inch was safe and well-managed.
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Ptarmiganstar's inspection concluded with a subtle nod, silent approval of the cave's condition. Slipping back into the main tunnel, the leader's next stop was the elders' den. There was less for her to worry about when it came to checking this cave, for even with so few elders in their dwindled ranks, they would be sure to inform her if anything was awry. Instead, she would over a minimal greeting, lending her ears to any requests as she silently sorted through what was important and what were baseless complaints.
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Departing with a sweep of her tail, Ptarmiganstar veered toward her third, and likely longest stop.
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Although she and Tumblegrowl had grown up together, only one moon apart, they were not particularly close. This came as no surprise. Even so, Ptarmiganstar respected the medicine cat well enough and had found few qualms with their service. Their whole pronoun situation was a little odd to her, generally resulting in neutral regard from Ptarmiganstar unless requested otherwise, but she saw no issue with it either. They did their duty, that was what mattered.
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Announcing her presence with a deepened almost-trill as she noted the prominence of Tumblegrowl's scent - just as she had anticipated - Ptarmiganstar stepped into the main area of the den and sat by the little stream, content enough to wait rather than rush the healer through whatever task they were attending. In her silence, the leader swept her gaze around the den, until it settled naturally on a familiar figure.
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It was a shame her state was getting familiar too.
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Breathing a faint sigh, Ptarmiganstar finally spoke up, although her focus did not stray. "How is she?" Ptarmiganstar meowed in lieu of greeting. Her ears swiveled to where she could hear Tumblegrowl doing whatever they happened to be doing. There was no need to elaborate.
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Mallowthorn had been one of the first, and worst, of the greencough cases. She had yet to recover. Ptarmiganstar checked in on her former mentor from time to time, but the sleeping warrior still looked so frail, so unlike the strong, proud molly who trained her. There was no affection to Ptarmiganstar's words, no sadness - but her countenance was faintly more resigned.