[justify][fancypost bgcolor= ; bordercolor= ; borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -20px;][hr][hr][hr][font=georgia]Sherlock had been home for a few days now, and he found himself adapting back to Clan live rather easily. He supposed he hadn't really missed it until he came back. But things had changed. Not too severely, for at heart Blizzardclan was still the same Clan, his Clan. But there were new members, and they always brought change. And then there were the members that had gone. Forevermore and the pups, for example. In all honestly, he couldn't say he regretted never spending too much time with her litter, but it... saddened him to see them all gone. And Librarynaps. Shit.
It was her death that was really the problem. In the end, who was it that he always had, always? The cat he counted on the most to be there? Mosaicstar. They'd had each other's backs since he was about eight moons old, and he didn't intend for that to end. However, anyone who knew Sherlock knew that he was no expert in the emotional field. He himself had a limited array of feelings - how was he supposed to help Maisie when he had no idea what she was going through?
Maybe he couldn't. But he could try to be there for her anyway. That was his job as her friend, and even if he wasn't necessarily good at his job, that didn't mean he wouldn't try and do it.
The detective had perched himself up in a tree, lying flat on his back. This in itself wasn't really so special, but he had devised the perfect Maisie-attractor. A nice round tomato lay on his chest, supported by his two front paws. His eyes were closed, because he didn't feel like staring at the sky. Now all he had to do was wait.
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