After the war in the stars, Petalnose had become confused. He didn't know what to do exactly. He was a warrior but did it even matter? Did his clanmates even care about him because of the ancestors he followed? What about his sister? She followed Starclan.. What would she make of him? Despite the fact she hadn't shown any hate towards him, nor had many cats, he couldn't shake the feeling. He'd go through mood swings, one day he was the happiest warrior ever, daydreaming about the memorable ceremony he had received among the stars, the next he'd barely get out of his nest to do duties because he was so frightened some cat would be angry at him.Today was one of the days where it was a mix. He got out of his nest very cheerfully that morning but after a while grew more distant and seemed to be trying to hide. He only ever talked to Timberfall on the good days, afraid that his mentor would be angry at him for being nervous and jumpy. He was a warrior now! He wasn't supposed to be those things. As of now he was laying in the corner of camp, his tail wrapped around him as he stared off. Not only the memory of his new white hearts could make him happy right about now. What was the point in a fancy new pelt if no cat had hearts for you? Friendship or romantic wise.
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