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While the rest of her family was relegated to the elders' den, now reserviced as a prisoners den, Sunpetal was being given a suspiciously longer leash, being allowed to keep watch and tend to her father as she insisted Pinesimmer be kept away from Ratstar. She wasn't sure how this development came about but she'd been holding her tongue, a lesson she was learning quickly was to her advantage in this moment, despite how every fiber in her body yearned to take action. The Garden Keeper was feeling unusually glum and helpless, but she was careful to mask those emotions the second a NightClan cat came into viewㅡStormstar was no exception, and when the usurper stepped away from his stolen riches, the gaze that fixated on him was condemning.
As a Garden Keeper, Sunpetal was officially not his problem -- he'd relegated their upkeep to Twilightdance. Stormstar had worked with healers and raisers before and he had little interest in returning to that tradition; they were dry folk and usually, in his opinion, lazy and useless. Their tongues were sharper than their claws.
But this particular cat was of particular note, and with his concerns for the last few days tucked aside, the blue-gray tom sought her out. "Sunpetal, I see you're ready to go," Stormstar greeted, sparing Ratstar only a passing, uninterested glance. He hadn't told the she-cat they would be going out today, but he expected her to follow him, even if it was only so she could keep glaring at him like that.
"Only if that means you're inviting me to escort you back off our territory," she scoffed, voice oozing with that honey-sweet venom. Sunpetal did rise up to her paws, if only to situate herself between Stormstar and her father, though she still held firm despite the needling curiosity: What does he want from me?
"If we must leave our territory, then we shall," he agreed, a little amused. "I'm surprised to find you eager to go so far from his side. If standing guard over him is a hassle for you, you don't need to continue; I'll find another cat. A SummerClan warrior, sharp-clawed and ready to skin any NightClan rascals that come near."
"This isn't your territory," she insisted. "Aspenstar may have let you stay here, but you're nothing to us."
Stormstar seemed to be in denial of his place here. He had no more importance than a new babysitter who had to call and give the parents updates every 30 minutes, a fact that diminished the authority he tried so hard to latch onto. Sunpetal, having taken an interest in Ratstar's political affairs growing up, had an intimate understanding of the dynamics at play, and it wasn't something she would soon let him forget. "Bub- Weevilspike," she corrected sharply - another thing that Stormstar wouldn't know were these details, the endearments and uniquely tight relationships everyone knew - before continuing, "can watch him."
She scanned the tom's expression, a bit confused by how he spoke of his true clanmates, as if he truly considered himself SummerClan's leader.
Stormstar arched one brow. The venom in her tone was growing tiresome.
"Weevilspike can keep an eye on him, but if any cats come his way looking for blood, he won't be enough to protect your father. Sootstep will stand guard out front." The dark gray SummerClan warrior had already tried to kill him once; if he was just as quick to turn his claws on any other NightClan cats, the former leader would be well protected. He stepped out of the den and sent one of his cats to find the two warriors, and returned to her with them in tow.
"Sunpetal, come," he told her then. His tone was too relaxed to be an order, but he expected her compliance nonetheless. His paws turned from the den and he led the way toward the camp entrance.
She didn't want to obey - in fact, every fiber in her body screamed resistance - but there was that stray curiosity she couldn't deny herself the opportunity to sate, so, as she brushed against her brother and gave Sootstep a nod, she followed.
There was hardly a difference in traversing the territory in the dusk over the dawn. Sunpetal knew every toadstool, every briar bush, every lichen-covered tree in SummerClan, and she found no difficulty in crossing the stepping stones from one side of the river dividing the Deep Lands to the other. She expected Stormstar to slow them down but any satisfaction was dashed by annoyed shock as he maneuvered with ease. Her tail lashed. "What do you even want with me? Your medicine cat killing my father wasn't enough, now you want to take me out?"
