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SIREN{ noun } – each of a number of women or winged creatures whose singing lured unwary sailors on to rocks. MELODY{ noun } – a sequence of single notes that is musically satisfying.
There were times when the idea of leaving was unbearably delicious to think about. She would get so far as to even imagine what it would look like, feel like, smell like. To leave SummerClan and their unbearable happiness and sap and discover new worlds, new cultures. She had been there for a purpose, but at this point, was it even worth it? No treasure, no prize, no accomplished goal or complete mission was worth this. Not anymore.
So, she left. She didn't wait for the fall of night or the shroud of darkness to veil her escape from the clan and adventure into the unknown.
Fielding stared into the camp clearing, watching the hustle and bustle of these cats who seemed to have smiles on their faces and a skip in their step, stood up, left her picked at mouse where she'd previously been sitting, and padded out of the camp entrance, with absolutely zero intent to return.
Ratstar was the first to admit that he could be dense at times; too busy focusing on the bigger picture to notice the smaller details, or more specifically, the changes in the personal lives of his clanmates. Usually he was one of the last to learn about new pairs of mates, arguments between friends, or she-cats carrying kits until they were visibly showing. Dense? Absolutely. But he wasn't stupid. He had been born and raised in the twolegplace; he had met and said goodbye to more acquaintances than he could count... and many he never got a proper chance to say goodbye to. He had noticed how Fielding began to put less and less effort into her everyday warrior duties, and how her paws and tail seemed to drag in the dirt behind her as she left camp every morning.
Except today, when she strided ahead with all of the confidence in the world. Like every opportunity life had to offer had opened in front of her. The shine in her eyes were as bright as the Green-leaf sun, and immediately Ratstar knew what her choice was. There was no malice or disappointment in his voice when he called out to her, just mild amusement sparking in his single eye at Fielding's unceremonious exit.
Slowing her steps, she halted and turned back, gazing at the leader with an unreadable expression. Truth be told, she hadn't interacted with the tom enough to get a good read on him; he seemed like a decent tom, far too chipper and relaxed for her taste, but he seemed to have the best intentions for his clan and since he had risen to the rank of leader, she figured he had to be experienced and powerful enough to have received it and kept it for as long as he had. Still, despite the rank he may be able to lord over her or the power he possessed, she only felt mild annoyance at his holding her back.
"Why should I?" She called back. "No one bothered to say hello when I came."
"Well now," he replied, rising to his paws and stretching out languidly. "Let's fix that, shall we?" Still smiling, he padded up to Fielding's side and dipped his head to her. "It's been a real honor knowin' ya missy," Ratstar meowed. And he genuinely meant it. Though he didn't know her all too well, she seemed like a good cat. "An' if you'd allow me, I'd like t' walk ya t' the border. It's the least I can do."
