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The time of day was night far after many warriors had been done with their duties. Whether they were hoping to find romance, flings, someone to have kits with, or are already disappointed by the turn out and want to go home the two were there and now it was time for conversations to fly. They only had 10 minutes and three partners to choose from so it’s best to ask and answer all the right questions to get to know the other.
Each speed round had a separate area for the two cats to talk. This particular speed round didn’t take place in a den or very far from the meeting grounds, in fact it came with an activity. This activity was a scavenger hunt, they needed to find something red, something new, and a frog, which might be easier said than done, but would also prove if the two work well together or not.
"A scavenger hunt," Stormreign mused as he looked around the area. "That can't be too hard. We can talk while we're at it, get to know each other," he suggested. The blue tom tapped his white toes on the ground, thinking of where they should start.
"Let's start with the frog, shall we? Have you ever eaten one? They usually like the muddier areas, let's head towards water if we can find it."
Talking would be the easier part, socializing wasn't exactly her strong suit. Well she actually would rate herself as average, but other people begged to differ.
"I haven't eaten a frog yet, they always seem disgusting, but now that I'm in DayClan everyone this time of year seems to be eating frogs," Dawninghope explained, "So quid pro quo to conversation and the fact that we only have like ten minutes I'm going to cut to the chase a bit faster when it comes to getting to know you. So when I looked at what you put down for yourself I saw a few curiosities, but I gotta ask, how did you become an atheist? Oh, I'm one of those SunClan run aways so y'know, stereotypical of me, but the whole, atheist thing is kind of a jaw dropping concept to me."
"To tell you the truth," he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "I don't like frogs much either, but the NightClan cats love them." He guided her toward the biggest mud patch he could spot from their position, musing over her question as they went. It was a hard-hitter; he understood they didn't have much time, but he liked a little more build-up before the big questions.
"I think the 'gods' exist if that's what you're wondering," Stormreign answered carelessly, "but I don't think they're half as powerful as they claim to be. Your own god was proven mortal when the she-cat cut out his heart and killed him. You can't do that to a real god, can you? Why are we worshipping some normal cat?"
"Uh uh, she was possessed by a goddess when she slit his throat," Dawninghope corrected with a teasing smirk before returning back to a neutral expression, "I always worshiped him because I was told to. Most days I kind of feel like, I'm not supposed to be here. Like, I was meant to follow a different timeline where I was scolded out of thinking for myself. Settled with an overly cheerful mate who's just as obediently compliant as I would be and we would have a non stop stream of kits. But instead the Sun God died and everything changed. I don't know have you ever left your home clan? Like were you born in NightClan? Because SunClan was all I've known and ever since leaving everything's felt pointless or stupid. Probably 'cause everything hinged on a god and without him me or anyone close to me lacked the ability to find purpose on our own."
"Is that what you want?" Stormreign asked. "To settle down with a mate, have a bunch of kits, and never think for yourself? If that's the case, we can stop right now; that's not me." He had walked this earth far too long to bind his will to another cat - deity or otherwise. He could bow his head and treat his leader with respect, but he wasn't going to stop questioning them, and he wasn't going to stop looking out for himself. Leaders came and went with the breeze, but he would be here for a long time yet.
"I was born a rogue, and this is the third group I've lived within," he mentioned casually, his steps slowing as they neared the water. He scanned the muddy puddles for any sign of a frog. "I've always had my own purpose. Sometimes it aligns with a clan, sometimes it doesn't. But I don't need a god telling me what I can and can't do." He spotted a frog a short distance from them and flicked his tail toward it, his voice lowering. "Would you like the honor of catching it? I'll stay close and catch you if you slip."
"For a rogue you talk as though you've been a clan cat your whole life," Dawninghope quipped, sliding past the tom into a hunter crouch. Quick as a snake she wove in a serpentine manner, faking her entrance for the frog to dart in the opposite direction of her only for Dawninghope to come at it from another direction. Gripping onto the frog she sunk her teeth before snorting out a bit of amused, but horrified laughter as the frog continued kicking. Placing it onto the ground she unsheathed her claws, but retracted them back in, instead holding onto the frog with her paw. "You know, they said to find a frog and I realize now I do not know how to kill one so why make it suffer?"
Her head tilted up to Stormreign's level to look at him, "But no, as I was saying, you act like a clan cat, talking down about those who cannot think for themselves, I can see the judgment reflected in every part of your being. So what if some she-cats are obedient? It's like obedience is a bad word for clan cats. Murderers are accepted more than SunClan cats. But cats outside of SunClan are born into a kind of wealth, rogue or not. They don't have to live with an almighty creature who makes it known that no one is holy enough to escape his wrath. That you either believe or leave, but your family and everyone you once knew will hunt you down should you show your face around. And you could grow up rebellious, almost get your family killed, or keep it to yourself, let the rage gnaw at your mind because what's one warrior against the biggest army out of all the clans? Or you can be obedient, not think for yourself, but instead about the lives you'd impact if you go astray. I'm just tired of the whole, why aren't you free minded thing. Not everyone's as fortunate to be able to be free minded. So I guess in short, good for you, doing what you want, that was never a luxury I had. I guess you're just looking for a girl with a nicer life. But-"
Dawninghope lifted up the frog with her paw, "She'll never catch a frog better than me," She said, still smiling kindly up at him despite clearly feeling offended by his words. It wasn't a stretch to assume she was used to it by now to the point that it wasn't worth getting worked up about it, but for the first time she felt the need to defend her culture.
He shrugged, not answering her comment and simply watching her hunt. While he wasn't overly familiar with her technique, Stormreign could tell she was a skilled hunter: her steps were confident and her movements were too quick to be reacting to a surprise move on the frog's part. She knew what was she was doing, other than the killing blow.
Her anger took him by surprise, and Stormreign frowned at her. He only half-listened to her defense, part of his mind dissecting where he might have misstepped. Was it the exact words he chose, or his own independence that angered her? There was no fixing his mistake, but he wasn't going to sit here and let her feel high and mighty either.
"Say you choose to be subservient; say you choose to keep your head down and look out for your family. What happens next? The cats you serve will keep hurting others, they'll keep oppressing your family, and you're just forcing yourself to be miserable hoping someone else will come along and free you from your prison. You're waiting for someone like me. I lived in the Regime for moons, and they hate freedom more than SunClan ever could. I fought them. In the end, I lost." Stormreign shrugged his blue shoulders. "They threw me in their prison and threatened to kill me. But at least I made a difference. At least I tried."
He caught the frog from her paw and held it down, delivering a swift kitting bite to the skull. Why not leave it to suffer? He had an answer. "If you leave it alive, it will come back to bite you," Stormreign told her, nudging the body back her way.
