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He had intended to leave them all behind indefinitely. He was going to drop the two kits wherever they were–he had trusted the cats who he had left them with, his intuition had always been his best trait–and poof. Vamoose. So long, see you never. It'd be better for them to grow up completely unaware of their origins, completely removed from the cat they called their adopted father. He had felt bad almost, for separating the two, especially since they had been so close as kits too.
Bermondsey's paws took him towards the border of SummerClan naturally. It was a lot closer than he had thought, and while he had avoided getting this far from the camp, he still found himself...drifting this direction, and here he was, standing at the edge, his green eyes wide, almost hopeful for a brief moment as he stared into the distance, to the rolling hills and sun-dappled forests, so very different from the territory Primal Instinct had. He wasn't planning on getting his hopes up, and he didn't really want to see her anyway. Evenie...no, Sunkit? Sunpaw? Was that her name now?
He was so enthralled in his own musings he barely noticed the sound of a twig snapping in the distance. The tom's ears immediately perked up, his flashing green eyes turned to where the sound originated. Of course. Even in this early hour, there was surely a cat out here for a patrol. He hesitated; should he stay and wait, perhaps risk a confrontation or disappear once again?
Since Yarntangle had been gifted with the position of mentoring Sunpaw, she'd been waking up early to practice and sharpen her skills so she could teach the young she-kit what she knew. Not that Summerclan ever really needed the fighting, but there was always another mouth to feed. Having come into the forest just a bit earlier than the kit, Yarn had found herself surprised to be trusted with the apprentice. She almost wondered if it was because they were both outsiders, both finding their footing here.
The curly furred cat stumbled along, exhausted from her early morning training session. She wanted to take a nap before going out with Sunpaw that day, but it seemed like that wouldn't happen. Yarntangle finds Bermondsey in the clearing where he stopped, her tired eyes shining with confusion. It was a cat she'd never seen before, with scents hanging on him that smelled like where she had come from. She blinks a few times, eyeing the tom up and down once. "Who're you?" she asks, her voice neutral. "You're not from here. You shouldn't be here."
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Post by achromatic on Jul 4, 2021 17:14:50 GMT -5
He was a foreigner, sure, but he had always thought SummerClan cats as sort of....cute and friendly and all. This cat surely qualified in the cute section–her curly fur was something he had never seen himself on any cat–but she was plenty more wary than Howlingheart had been. He had stayed a day or two the last time he was here, but he hadn't bumped into this cat.
Hesitation wrought Bermondsey's features; should he trust this cat or not? There were few cats he trusted. Even Howlingheart had been one he had approached with a certain disdain. To trust–no, to reveal what it was he wanted–was to give another cat power over him. That meant giving up control, and that was something he had never been truly able to do. His eyes narrowed at Yarntangle; she didn't seem like a cat with an ulterior motive, but he couldn't be sure.
"I'm just passing by," he spoke quietly, "was wondering if you knew a cat around here. Her name is Sunkit, I believe. Have you met her?" he asked, his voice also a neutral tone, as if he couldn't care less about the cat he had come to see.
Yarntangle’s stance changes completely when she hears Sunkit’s (though now Sunpaw’s) name, the fur along her neck standing in a way that looked quite odd with her curls. Her lip draws back, her gaze becomes fierce. In the last few weeks, she’d began to care deeply for the kitten, and she was prepared to protect her from the strange intruder who knew her name. Of course, it never once crossed her mind that this might be the cat who raised her.
“What do you care to know about her?” Her tone was short, her hazel eyes carrying fire beneath them. She looks the tom over again, restating the question she’d given before with no answer. “Who are you, and what do you want?” Yarntangle braced herself for attack, ready to barrel if the tom made any sudden movements. She doesn’t take her eyes off of him, watching for any movement he might make.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 4, 2021 18:18:31 GMT -5
His brow immediately furrowed at the sudden change, though the rest of his body remained still. He forced his fur to life flat even as the cat seemed to immediately move into a stance that screamed 'attack.' Perhaps he was his father's son, but he wasn't the type to attack without any rhyme or reason; it'd be foolish to challenge a SummerClan cat by the border of their own territory, regardless of whether he thought he could win or not.
His expression smoothed out into the mask of apathy and neutrality it held just moments before. "I'm not a threat to her if that's what you're asking," he frowned. It'd be foolish to reveal that he was related to her, or that he even cared for her. As relaxed as SummerClan seemed, revealing to another cat what he held close meant a reason for blackmail, after all.
"I'm just here to see whether she's okay or not," his voice was quieter, a stillness in it, "the last time I saw her, she was almost on death's door. Howlingheart said she'd be fine, but I wanted to make sure myself."
She forces herself to breathe. He didn’t seem to have bad intentions, but Yarntangle still didn’t feel like she could trust him, or his intentions. She didn’t want Sunpaw to be taken away, especially when the clan cared for her as one of their own now. Yarntangle cared for her just as well, and she didn’t want to see her taken away before her eyes.
“She’s fine.” She says curtly, not allowing too much information to slip. For as naive as she could be, the she-cat had seen enough crime documentaries with her former two-leg to know not to show your true feelings and care for someone. “Sunpaw is alive and well, and growing fast. She survived with flying colors.”
Yarntangle had never been so quick to shut herself off, or have instinct take over like that. After she re-evaluates her situation, she calms herself. Her fur lies flat, the fire starts to simmer down. She still kept an eye for any sign of attack as before, but she loosened her stance into one that didn’t scream “I’ll murder you in five seconds flat don’t test me”.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 5, 2021 5:11:15 GMT -5
Sunpaw?
It took a few moments for Bermondsey to remember the way the clans worked. Right, she should be a trainee's age now. So was Aleksy. His chest had a strange, tense feeling to it for a brief moment, but when he remembered how much better she was here, how she could grow up to be as soft and as innocent as she was as a kit, he could feel himself relax. She wouldn't have survived the trials and the toughness of Primal Instinct. It was better for her here, he reminded himself, it was better for her here.
"I'm glad," his voice was a little softer, "she must be plenty older now. Is she...adjusting well?" he asked, "she was always such an energetic kit, but after she got sick...I was...worried she'd find it hard to adjust. I made the right decision leaving her here, but she's always been so attached to her brother. I worried she'd find it hard to adjust to a life without him."
Yarntagle’s gaze goes from fierce to confused in a matter of seconds as the tom’s voice changed into, was that care? Her ear flicks back, her off white pelt flattening completely into the gentle curls they’d been when they first encountered each other. She takes a moment to assess the situation, how safe she felt, and thought how to go about this.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but you seem to know an awful lot about her.” She sighs softly, hating she was allowing the vulnerability that was slipping through. Her soft spot for Sunpaw felt momentarily exploited, though the tom hadn’t pried. “She’s energetic as always,” Yarntangle laughs, thinking about the first time she’d met the kit. “She’s a little fire. Got so upset with me when I picked her up until I offered to take her out of camp.”
Yarntangle’s tail flicks back and forth lazily, considering how much information she would allow herself to say. “I didn’t realize she had a brother. She hasn’t spoken about him, at least to me.” Her hazel eyes were level, different than before. Neutral, calm. “How do you know all this about her? And why was she left here?”
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Post by achromatic on Jul 5, 2021 16:22:10 GMT -5
As she spoke of Sunpaw, his expression visibly relaxed. So she was fine, huh? He always knew she'd be; that kit had the personality of a firecracker, both energetic and captivating all at once. It wasn't a surprise that she had gotten along with the others, and that she had gotten upset with the other cat. "She always did like to walk on her own," he allowed a quiet chuckle to leave his mouth, "she's an explorer, that one."
At Yarntangle's questions, Bermondsey seemed to close up once again, his observant gaze flickering over Yarntangle, as if judging whether she could be trusted. He hated having anyone know things about him, especially things that mattered, but...to have a cat on his side, to have someone update him on how she was doing...that wasn't a bad thing either. She clearly didn't know who he was, didn't see the danger in his expression; surely, if he won her over at least a little bit, this would be a beneficial relationship to him. She meant no harm to the kit he raised, and she could provide updates.
"She has a brother named Aleksy, and the name her mother gave her was Evenie," he replied, matching Yarntangle's tone, "her mother couldn't stay where we lived, and she left them with me." He paused. How could he word everything else without giving away who he was? "We lived somewhere that wasn't accommodating to kits like them, and she was sick when we traveled up north. She wouldn't have made it otherwise, and Howlingheart took her in. She...she seemed to do better here, than what I could've provided her with."
Yarntangle studies the tom once more, tilting her head only the slightest. "Evenie," she murmurs, wondering how the young cat had gotten Sunpaw from the name she had been born with. "She's doing well." Yarntangle chuckles, thinking about their training sessions together.
"She's genuinely a talented individual. She'll thrive where she's at." Her gaze hardens as quickly as it had softened. "However, that doesn't answer the question as to who you are. And it certainly doesn't excuse the fact you're on clan territory." she growls, haunches raising the slightest.
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Post by achromatic on Aug 23, 2021 15:10:56 GMT -5
He relaxed at that; it was all that mattered. She was alive. She was thriving. She had cats who seemed to genuinely care about her wellbeing. That was good enough for him. Bermondsey almost wanted to leave it at that; the kit didn't have to know who he was after all. No one did. He could simply disappear and no one would know better.
Then again, if he wanted updates about her...well, he had to be polite, didn't he? "The name's Bermondsey," he replied, his tone still short and curt as if he didn't quite trust her just yet, "I'm her...let's say we're related by blood. I raised her before she came to SummerClan. Don't tell her I came along; if you do she'll never stick around here, and I don't want her wandering off."
