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There were only few times when Moonblight was allowed out of camp, and never had he been allowed without a supervising guard hovering in the shadows beside him. He had turned into Kier's pet project, his trophy and example of what the bat-like leader would do to any dissenter, the reluctant sword yielded by a general. There was no such thing as privacy, no such thing as loyalty or friendships within NightClan's ranks anymore.
In fact, most of the cats he had grown up with were all gone, either killed in Aspenstar's madness, or what had happened after. There were no more cats he called friends. Larkspur was gone, and so were the two–albeit horrible–parental figures he had followed to the ends of the earth, and...
His jaw tightened at the thought of Sagebristle. He hadn't seen her in moons; Kier kept her close, behind doors and hidden from everyone else. There was a part of Moonblight that almost wondered if the worst had happened; he hadn't heard a single word about her, and he was certain that their leader had insisted on that. Another weapon to hold against the tom's head.
Still, he was allowed out now. On some mission to hunt a couple of heads really. As long as that allowed safe passage for his mate and future kits, it was all that mattered. As he drifted along the border, he noticed another cat in the distance, a faint silhouette, and when he noticed who it was, he naturally gravitated towards her. They had never spoken much, but they were on the same team once, weren't they?
"Dawnbringer," he greeted, barely above a whisper. The trees were listening, after all. There were few of the old guard left these days. His eyes glanced around shiftily, wondering if there was an easier way to truly ask what he wanted to know, whether this cat stood by Kier's reign of terror. "What brings you out here?"
