—— Bluefrost's homecoming had not been the one she expected. If she were being honest, though, she wasn't too sure what she was expecting to begin with. Of course her Clanmates would be upset about her living in BloodClan for a time, even if she hadn't shared any of their secrets and had really only converted with Blahkenmuro and her son. However, there were whispers that she was a traitor. Maybe she was. Perhaps in trying to become less and less like Larkthroat, she had only grown to become like him instead. After all, his trauma had started this downward spiral of her person since that first night she had spent in his den as a kit.
The she-cat sighed as she settled down near the warrior's den. She had just made her nest though was reluctant to spend her time there. She'd liked living in the medicine den. It smelled of herbs. It was dark, quiet, and she was its only inhabitant until she'd been joined by Sirentide and Chamomilepaw, both of whom were gone now. It was now being occupied by Chasingcomets and Rootlegs, and she had no place there any longer. She had always been conflicted about her life as a medicine cat, also favoring the title of 'warrior'. Perhaps it was by StarClan's doing that she ended right back on that path. Maybe they had wanted her to be a warrior all along.
Sighing, the she-cat laid her head on her paws and wondered if she'd get to speak to Beepaw or Fawnpaw. After all, they appeared to be the only children she had left out of the seven she had given birth to. She wanted to keep them as close as possible. In fact, with her mother gone and Ashfolly hardly showing her face, Bluefrost had no one, except maybe Ravensong, but she wasn't sure where she stood with the queen who had voluntarily raised her kits.