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The young tomcat perched vigilantly on a rock at the mouth of the tunnel exit. His blue gaze was directed toward the tunnels, but unfocused; he was focused on his other senses, listening to the wind buffeting the grass and the heat on his fur, alert for any surprises that may be headed his way. He wanted to be a good guard -- especially if Oceaneyes might make an appearance at any moment. He couldn't embarrass himself in front of his new leader.
Frostcry's ears pricked as he heard paws coming up the tunnel, and the mostly-white tom climbed to his paws to greet his leader.
Perhaps she had not been expecting the tom to be the one to greet her. Her large blue eyes gazed at the tom as she looked him over, her memory flashing back that he'd been one of the cats who had accompanied her in the journey back to the old territory to see if it would ever be salvageable again. They'd all been disappointed, and had eventually made their way back to the regime. Now, here he was, standing before her.
"Is something the matter, Frostcry?" She asked, her ears angling towards the tom curiously.
"No, everything is well," Frostcry asserted, one ear twitching back. "One of the Regime's hunters passed by not long ago; there's a fox scent nearby but it seemed to be passing through." He paused. "In the direction of SunClan's old land."
It likely meant nothing, they were a distance away from their old territory and they weren't living there to be disturbed by the predator, but he still watched her with expectant eyes. Hopeful, maybe. "It's probably nothing, but..."
Oceaneyes knew where the conversation had been leading. She could see that hopeful look gleaming in his eyes, and even hear the higher pitch in his voice. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she slowly shook her head. "Frostcry, we have been there before. The land is currently inhabitable... I'm sorry." It was something hard for her to say, but she was sure even harder for the warrior to hear such a thing.
"Perhaps..." She paused, her tail tip twitching thoughtfully. "Perhaps it is time that we search for a new home."
His ears turned back, and he struggled in vain to hide his disappointment, turning his face slightly away. He knew she was right, he had been there at her side, but he had hoped the land would recover, that she would hear news it wasn't as bad as it looked. It hurt to think the home they grew up in was not longer their home.
Then he mused over her next words -- a new home? Even if it wasn't the SunClan territory he had grown up in, the offer was promising. Anything is better than staying with the Regime forever, he thought, glancing darkly at the tunnels.
"A new home," he repeated, and nodded, raising his gaze to meet hers. "I like the sound of that."
She tipped her head to the side slightly as she turned those large round eyes to Frostcry, carefully observing the tom. Moments passed before she gave a light-hearted comment, "The tunnels are too dark for my taste." The feline stood to her paws once more and swept her tail slightly,"Though the regime has helped us tremendously, and we will be in their debt, I do believe it is time to take the remaining of our clan to a home and rebuild." Another pause.
"I will set out first light in search of a home for our clan. I would like for you to accompany me, Frostcry."
Frostcry had been itching to prove himself ever since he became a warrior. His clanmates were polite to him after his accident but he needed to show them that his twisted leg wasn't going to hold him back, that he was just as capable as anybody. This was the chance he had been looking for.
"I won't let you down," he promised, dipping his head to hide the way his eyes glimmered with joy. "We'll find the perfect camp. Where do we start?"
"I think we should simply just explore near our old territory. Perhaps we will find something worthy of calling SunClan's home. There are not many of us left, but I believe we should search for something that warms our fur. Something that feels like home." She responded, thoughtfully. Oceaneyes then gave a small nod and then mewed,"I will meet you here tomorrow morning. I will have Fernweaver watch over the SunClan members while we are gone, and speak to the commander and inform him we will return as soon as possible."
Somewhere warm, near their old home. Already his mind was spinning with the possibilities. High up by the volcano, or to the west over the dry plains? Further to the south? He knew little about the far reaches of their land, his apprenticeship hadn't covered them, and he couldn't wait to explore. They had a job to do, but there was something charming in the idea of exploring a new, far-off land.
He shook his head to clear it and refocused on her to show he was listening. "I'll be here," he promised. Frostcry was not sure he would even sleep tonight, but if he did, it would be beneath the stars. He hated the pressure of the tunnels above his head. "Maybe.. maybe I'll go hunting tonight, so the clan has extra prey for the morning, to make up for the missing paws?" He glanced at her as if she held the answer, then shook his head again, determined. "I'll do that, and I'll meet you here in the morning."
Oceaneyes had only been recently told she was to become the clan's leader. It had been a lot to take on, and a lot to accept. She was sure there were other cats out there who was not so sure she was the right cat. Yet, she would have to take this burden on. Oceaneyes had been thinking long and hard of the cats left who would be the right choice as her deputy.
The rising sun found Frostcry curled up outside the tunnel entrance, beneath the shade of a wide, waxy-leaved bush. Earlier that night, he had dropped off a few extra pieces of prey in the tunnels, then hustled back up to sleep. He was as welcome as any of the other warriors to stay inside the Regime's dens, but the claustrophobia of the narrow tunnels with the weight of the earth over his head made it impossible for him to sleep a wink down there. He preferred the open air.
Frostcry yawned and blinked awake as the sun warned his pelt. He rose with a stretch and slid out from under the bush, dew clinging to the grass rubbing onto his paws. He wondered how long he would have to wait for Oceaneyes, and guessed the answer was not long. Briefly, he contemplated getting something to eat, but he was too wound up and excited to even consider eating.
Just as Frostcry had been debating on getting a meal in for himself, Oceaneyes appeared, paws padding softly from the tunnels. She seemed well rested and full of energy, just as he did. Both obviously rather excited to go off on such an important journey. “I am ready if you are.” She responded lightly, though her eyes were set towards the distance. She’s prayed to StarClan that they would watch over the pair and help them find a suitable place to rebuild their clan.
Her tail tip twitched nervously, but nothing else was said for the moment.
Frostcry straightened as she appeared, and then he was grinning, thrilled and nervous all at once. He was young for such an important missions but they had few options, and everyone had to step up and prove their worth.
“I’m ready,” he agreed, chasing prey from his mind. They would eat later, once they made some good progress. “Which direction?”
“I think we should head towards the old territory, like before. I believe we can find our new home nearby… perhaps.” She mewed, though was not really convinced. She held hope, but only so much. Oceaneyes had a lot to do with the clan, so much to get together and so much to rebuild. It felt… impossible even.
Frostcry nodded, his eyes narrowing in determination. "Best to start where we know," he agreed. He set off at her side, his pace steady despite the slight limp from his twisted foreleg.
They did not get long before he ventured, "Can I ask you something? You said you believe we'll find our home near the old one. Is that-- is that you being hopeful?" The unasked question on his tongue: had their ancestors confided in her?
Their journey had begun. Oceaneyes had not planned to speak much, as she was not much of a speaker anyhow. Though, it seemed Frostcry was a bit more on the chatty side than her. She was fine with it, and not an easily annoyed cat. Plus, her thoughts on possibly making the Tom her deputy… well she would need a cat that was better suited to handle the social aspects of the clan.
“I…” she paused, but continued walking. The tunnels were starting to get far behind them, and the first was beginning to thicken. “I will be open and honest with you Frostcry. I am simply hopeful.”
Frostcry accepted the answer in silence. He wasn't disappointed, if anything, he felt a bit relieved to hear he was just placing his trust in her. StarClan was still a foreign custom to the warrior, and he wanted to learn, but it was hard to trust in their power so soon. Some cats might have preferred to know there was a plan for them but he just wanted to enjoy the journey.
He lifted his head higher. "Well, I'm hopeful too," he told her. "More than hopeful. I trust you. We'll find somewhere."
Where his words should have set comfort, it set unease. She was still a bit uncertain in her role for the clan, and was unsure if she was truly meant to lead them. Could she really rebuild something that was torn down so far? Feeling uneasy, she set to silence as they walked.
Frostcry let the silence stretch between them. As eager as he was to keep her talking to pass the time and learn more about his new leader, Frostcry was not a naturally chatty cat, and he was comfortable with long silences. Instead, he let his thoughts roam as far as his senses, taking in the new land.
Eventually, he did speak again, pausing to point out a landmark in the distance. "That's where the patrol saw the fox yesterday."
