Lost Creek Hollow Wake me when it's over

There wasn't much that Kel realized of his own accord, really. He simply didn't think of much beyond his own little bubble. So he didn't really know Ash Paw, or anything about her beyond her abrupt elevation to leadership. He paused at the sight of her, head tilting slightly as her gaze settled on him in turn. Something in her eyes reminded him of Erzulie.
After a moment, his gaze dropped. He shifted, still anxious and uncomfortable from his dreams. Willowspire was an open wound in his chest, and how could he go on like that? He didn't know, but somehow, he did. Hey. Out for a patrol? Kel offered a gentle smile, almost able to pretend that everything was normal. And it was, if he really thought about it. Riverclan was the same as it had always been.