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This wasn't the first time the fawn-colored she-cat had debated trying to make contact with the former NightClan medicine cat. It had been her absolute first impulse to reach out to him as soon as she learned that Pinesimmer was supposed to be chosen by the stars for the position. Something told her that that wasn't the best move, though, that her olive branch to the tom would read as an act of desperation. Now her brother had... simmered down just a little, and it was no longer an absolute necessity that the former medicine cat return for the sake of the clan. Now, she acted out of genuine concern, if such an emotion was even possible for the half-blind leader. She understood the way it felt to feel like the stars hated you. She knew the pain of failing to meet their standards. It was lonely, the kind of lonely that was absolutely suffocating. But, the older she got, the less she cared about StarClan. They could hold grudges, and it was clear they did, but that didn't mean that NightClan did. She wanted the tom to know that, know that if he ever wanted it, he had a place in the group of vagabonds that now ran the clan. Her tail twitched as she padded to the NightClan and DayClan border. She was entirely unsure that the tom would show up, but if he did, she'd made sure word got back to him that she'd be waiting for him that twilight.
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 28, 2021 16:43:03 GMT -5
How long had it been since Turbulentsea had found himself under the sanctuary of the towering pines?
Little beams of starlight peeked through the canopy up above, illuminating the path upon which he strode. The scent of the tangy pine and all enveloping darkness reminding him so much of home, and of the friends and family he so sorely missed. He hadn't ventured back into dayclan, not since the day Bloodystar had intercepted him on way back from visiting StarClan. That night, his ancestors had refused to speak him. Leaving him to lie in silence at the water's edge.
For a long time he had wandered why they had abandoned him.
Bloodystar claimed it was because of the power that ran within his blood. He was an elemental, at least it was the label he had been given for his ability. A gift from the sun god he had claimed. While Turbulentsea didn't believe that, he had learned a lot about himself during his stay with SunClan. Things about himself that explained why StarClan had abandoned him to the shadows. He would never be able to change the things he had done, nor could he any longger rightfully call himself a healer. Now when he had looked another cat in the eye and taken their life.
Word had reached him that NightClan's newest leader wanted to meet with him this night. Part of him thought about blowing them off, the other half deciding that he would just be walking into a trap. But at this point what did it matter? The worst she could do was kill, and as far as he was concerned he was already dead. He found a patch of moonlight, sitting down within it to make himself even easier to find. The bright light reflecting off his thin layer of black and white fur like a sheen. When the leader finally appeared, he found himself rather disappointed. Hoping against all hope that it had been Creampuff behind the meeting...
"You asked for me, and I have come" he mewed softly
"You're a hard cat to get ahold of," she meowed with a passive flick of her tail. "I appreciate your willingness to meet me. It's been a ... long time since you've been on NightClan's territory. Please, join me." She gestured for him to cross the border, making sure her body language as neutral as possible. "We've got a lot to talk about, but the forest has so many ears." She glanced around. Of course, it wasn't likely that a cat had followed her, but she had noticed that she'd had a tail on her more often than normal recently. It'd just been various apprentices, but it was enough for her to be slightly nervous. Plus, it would probably help her cause. After all, if Turbulentsea let himself enter the territory, maybe he'd realize that he missed it.
"I suppose before I get too ahead of myself, I should formally introduce myself. Our paths did not cross for long, so I imagine you don't remember me." There was nothing accusatory in her voice; after all, she would have just been your average kitten, another face in the crowd. "My name is Aspenstar."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Aug 28, 2021 19:55:51 GMT -5
"If it was easy to find me, I'd have been dead long ago"
But the tom made no move to cross over the border, even at the open invitation from the new leader. Bathed in moonlight, even the half-blind Aspenstar would be able to see that the hairless tom had not been fairing well. Though DayClan wouldn't let him starve, he was leaner now. His ribs outlined by the thin skin that was stretched tightly over them, broken open and oozing in places from where he had bumped up against trees, or be cut by vegetation. He had always been frail of body, and now he had been cast out to fend for himself in the wilderness. To proud to take refuge in DayClan, and to ashamed to return home... He had carved out a little place of his own in an old twoleg nest. It kept him warm and dry, mice were plentiful(though he struggle to catch them) and he had his own little garden to tend to. It was a humble way of living, spending each night gazing up at the stars in search of answers that never came.
The former medicine cat had never been one to beat around the bush, cutting straight to the chase instead of exchanging pleasantries "Sine you already seem to whom I am, It would be best for you to speak here, Aspenstar. I came here out of curiosity of your request, nothing more. Nothing less. Why have you summoned me here? The medicine cat whom betrayed NightClan in front of your enemies. An elemental, whom NightClan spits upon as more worthless than the dirt underneathe your feet"
"Fair," she meowed with a swish of her tail, tilting her head. She wasn't sure that her plan would work - in fact, she only had the vague beginnings of a plan. It wasn't like her to come to something so unprepared, but she genuinely didn't know what she was walking into. Her memories of the tom were vague, and all before the choices the tom faced were made. Aspenstar wasn't the one to judge a cat based on their decisions, though. She had little use for morality; in this world, the lines between good and bad were too blurred for judgement these days. At one point, this had not been the case. Young Aspendust had always been one for justice, for believing in one truth. Those days had long passed, though. Her once optimistic opinion that one could determine what was right and what was wrong had been jaded by the path she had been cursed to walk. Now, she knew all too intimately the single reality of the world: there was always a choice to be made, and cats can only do what they thought was best. Murder, betrayal, none of it held any value to the hardened leader; they were all just doing the best that they could do. Perhaps that was the core of why she wanted to meet the tom, to let him know that NightClan had changed. That she understood, he just did what he needed to do, given the impossible task of existence.
Her whiskers twitched at his impatience, although she understood it. For all Turbulentsea knew, he had a target on his back, and she was here to tie up loose ends. There was an irony to this; Aspenstar was a cat known for tying up loose ends. She didn't see him as one, though. "Alright," she meowed after a moment, "if you insist. Please, though, at least make yourself comfortable." She sat down, her tail wrapping neatly around her paws.
"NightClan's position on elementals has softened," she meowed after another moment. A strange place to start her monologue. "If I've learned anything on the journey I've embarked on as leader, it's that we must learn from our mistakes. One of my mistakes was judging that which I did not understand." Her whiskers twitched; only she could know how ironic that truly was. Aspenstar wouldn't have understood the cat that she became, not in a million years. Perhaps her newfound acceptance was a nod to this, a desperate attempt to forgive herself for becoming the very thing that she could not understand. "I also believe that your betrayal is more complicated than simple betrayal. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here." This, at least, was the full truth; Aspenstar didn't take well to being betrayed.
"A lot has changed since you left, in ways I'm sure you would never imagine, perhaps never understand. That's why I've summoned you here; I want you to know that we hold no ill will towards you. We want you to come home."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Oct 2, 2021 21:15:27 GMT -5
Turbulentsea slowly sat down, but didn't quite settle. He had been alone for so long, his long thin tail wrapping around his paws. He would hear her out, but that was all that he could promise.
We want you to come home
He looked up with narrowed eyes. Letting an awkward silence settle between them with only the sound of crickets in the distance to be heard. He had once thought of NighClan as home, but it was hard to think of it in that way anymore after everything that had transpired. The memories he had formed there, the scars he still bore
"Then you are a fool..."
Turbulentsea stood, "Aspenstar you haven't seen me since you were a mere kit, and yet here you are inviting me back into the midst of your clan with knowing nothing about me or what led me to leave in the first place. You are correct. It was far more complex than a simple betrayal, but if you knew the truth you wouldn't want me. You would push me away just like all the others. There are some things in life that you can never take back once they have been done"
Aspenstar smiled easily at the tom. "You aren't the first one to tell me that, believe it or not," she meowed with a blink, "yet here we are. Reckless decisions that have a capacity to backfire immensely seem to be my modus operandi." This was not false per say. Many cats did consistently question why Aspenstar was doing what she was doing. Yet, they all still followed her orders anyways. They trusted that, even if they thought she had lost her mind, she still knew what she was doing.
She tilted her head at the tom's words, considering them as they came. "I'm going to be honest here, Turbulentsea. Questions of morality, of right or wrong, of truth and falsehoods, they don't really concern me. If I was concerned with whatever it is you're implying, then I wouldn't have asked you." Her whiskers twitched slightly as she paused, letting her words take up considerable space before she continued. "It is silly to hold grudges for things that happen in the past, especially if those grudges are harmful to the clan."
The leader blinked again. There were so many things that she could say here: admit that all of NightClan had turned into a ravenous band of vagabonds held together by a seemingly increasing moral greyness; admit that she herself was a monster, one who was unbothered with what it took to get what she wanted, as long as she did get what she want; the list went on. But, Aspenstar was not a cat to waste time, and she couldn't see such assertations actually being helpful.
"I believe that the grudge that NightClan should hold, if they should hold it at all, which I doubt, will kill us." This was the only card she thought would reasonably convince him to at least consider the offer. "NightClan is in medical crisis. Pinesimmer cannot be trusted, and Jackdawpaw hasn't been trained. NightClan needs a cat with experience on deck before we end up in a situation in which we cannot recover. I sought you out for that reason, and that reason alone. Nothing else matters to me, except that you are capable enough to help my clan if a crisis happened. We need help, and you were the only cat I knew to seek out."
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Nov 11, 2021 17:34:48 GMT -5
Turbulentsea snorted "Coming to find an outcast? you must be desperate"
The tom swiped a paw over his face "but you have made a critical error in judgement" his eyes narrowed as he rose to leave "The cats you wish for me to help are the very ones who cast me aside. They cared not for me, so why would I care what befalls them?" truthfully, he did care, but if NightClan wanted to make him out to be a monster her would live up to their expectations "You say Pinesimmer is not to be trusted, yet you are willing to put your trust in a cat unknown to you?"
She laughed slightly. "Your words are truer than you could ever imagine." She was desperate, desperate enough to give the tom a chance. Desperate enough that the worst thing that could happen was that she would need to throw him out. Her ear flicked.
Aspenstar blinked. "You have no reason to help them, especially if you do not have some deep found loyalty to the group," she admitted with a shrug. "But, medicine cats seldom need reason to help cats in need, no? And those who are in positions of need are in no position to complain about a cat who meets their need, I assure you of this." She would beat the acceptance into them, if that's what it took. "But, at the end of the day, it is your choice. You can come back to NightClan, or you can continue going about the way that you have the last year."
She then let out a sigh when he referenced her brother. "Pinesimmer thinks only of himself. He undermines NightClan at any chance he gets. If you come with me, you will show more concern for the greater good of NightClan than my brother ever has."
