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The ginger tom considered. It was not the first time since she'd become leader the question had come to mind; it would not be the last. "I trust that you will do what you think is best," he replied finally. He was yet to be convinced that she was the cat that would lead them back to glory, but he did trust the warrior enough to give it her all. That, at least, he could respect.
“Then trust in my decisions to follow the wishes that they have voiced.” Violetstar responded softly before her eyes turned back to the waters. There was a shadow slowly moving in there, and she decided not to waste any time. The black and orange warrior slapped her paw into the water, claws skillfully piercing the scales and hooking into the prey, before jerking it back and the fish flopping on the ground, gasping for air.
He didn't answer, his ears flicking back sharply as she hooked the prey and brought it up onto the bank. Grudgingly, the ginger tom nodded at her catch. "Looks like someone will be eating tonight." With any luck it wouldn't be the only catch, and someone else would bring back some prey. I'm the one hunting. I suppose it's my job to get some more. He returned his green eye to the water.
The leader dealt the killing bite, the fish finally falling still. Her stomach ached to simply eat the fish herself, but her morals and the warrior code told her otherwise. It would be better that she give it to the cats in the camp to split between those whom hadn’t eaten since the day before. Violetstar? She couldn’t remember the last she ate, and her frame wasn’t starting to get any thicker like the other recovering cats.
She then looked once more to the water. “You know, I see more than the other cats do. I see more than a lazy warrior.”
"I wasn't lazy," he muttered sulkily, "I was preoccupied." Preoccupied by sleeping and laying about like a sack of rocks whenever he was overly rested while he waited to be tired again, mourning the ruins of his life and giving up on drowning out the numbness, but not lazy. Not that being called lazy would have insulted him normally, that would require a degree of care he had been incapable of back then.
"Am," he corrected after a moment, staring at the hints of his reflection in the crashing waters of the river. "I am preoccupied." He wasn't going to stay this way forever. As the sickness left them, he would return to normal, like they all would.
A hint of a smile pulled at her lips. He could deny having a heart all that he wanted, but she knew better. Violetstar had seen him work at keeping the others alive with hunting and what not. Things he didn’t seem capable of before. When the clan had really needed him, he had stepped up, and Violetstar would never forget that.
She was quiet now, but she would eventually speak again. She knew he couldn’t keep his remarks to himself.
Chim prided himself on being a solitary cat. He spent his life alone, and he was happy with that. But the leader knew him better than he did himself, when it came down to it: because Chim was a talkative cat, though it usually came down to bitter quips and retorts because he had nothing else to offer. It was why he had always chosen to lay about the camp instead of hiding somewhere else, alone - cats would inevitably come to bother him, and he'd had a chance to fire back a few insults.
For the moment, though, he was quiet as well. His gaze traced the shadows beneath the surface and the darting silver bodies beneath the waves. At least water prey never left them. One of his forepaws was dangling partially in the water, adjusting to the cold, still enough the fish did not seem to mind it. One of them even got a little too close, and in an instant he caught it and pulled the minnow up onto the bank between the pair of cats.
Violetstar took this moment to breathe in the silence. It was oddly comforting. The chilly air, the slight wind, the only sound was the sound of the rushing waters and their breathing. Her muscles were relaxed, and her eyes gazed into the water as the fish scattered for a moment, then went right back to the previous positions as they had been before. Fish were funny creatures.
Still, she decided she would let him break the silence. He always would, she had no doubt.
"Everyone that left. My family." His ginger ears pinned back. He loved his family, but he couldn't understand how they could just get up and leave their clan. Lightningswift had died, but that was before they ran away - what had that solved? How had it helped anyone but themselves? That wasn't how a former leader and her kin should act. "Would you even let them back?"
Was that... pain that she saw in his eye? The emotion that he had let out suddenly, felt as if it were enough to knock her off her paws. Violetstar let her purple hued eyes land on him as she studied his features for a moment. After several seconds she tore her eyes away and let them rest on the water, despite the fact she seemed as if she were looking right through it. “I don’t know if they will come back.” She paused, thinking very carefully about her next words. “If they try... I would not deny them. They are still WaterClan cats, and I have to understand, they were scared. Like all of us.” It didn’t mean she wouldn’t question their loyalty, but she couldn’t turn away WaterClan’s former warriors, family.
He went quiet again, but this time it was an uncertain silence. They were his family, and he did want them back — even though the rational part of him was firm that they should not be welcome. They had left, and they couldn’t make an example of letting cats come and go as they pleased.
Finally he sighed and nodded once in acceptance. Chim did not look at her, turning his face away slightly so it was harder for her to see his eye, but she wouldn’t need it to read him this time. “Thank you.”
Had that been the answer that he had hoped to get from Violetstar? The feline wasn’t sure, but she left it at that. The babbling water was the only noise between them now, the wind ruffling their thinner coats. Her purple eyes had left the water now, looking along the marshy hills of their territory.
Her mind wandered again, to Sandtail. Heart aching, she blinked slowly and her eyes seemed glazed for a moment.
His paw shot into the water, chasing another fish, but it slithered past his paw and escaped downstream. His tail lashed in frustration as he watched it go, reluctantly withdrawing his paw. There was no way he could catch it now, and that just salted the wound.
Expecting a comment from the leader, he shot her a hard look, and was surprised b the distance in her gaze. "Violetstar?"
Her name pulled her from the daze she had fallen in. Violetstar cleared her throat, letting her eyes go back to the warrior. “Yes?” How many times had the tom said her name? Hopefully only that one time.
His eye narrowed slightly, suspicious that he couldn’t get a read on her thoughts. “Don’t fall asleep and drown. I don’t think I could drag you out,” he meowed bluntly. Between his usually thinness and the sickness that he had escaped not so long ago, he was in poor shape.
It was in that moment her bright personality seemed to pull back through the cloudiness in her mind. “No worries, Chimerahunt. I don’t think you would have to worry about that. I can swim, just as well as any WaterClan cat.” She reminded him. “Let’s get back to camp now, it’s getting late, don’t you think?”
”Sure,” he agreed, rising to his paws and stretching. He let her comment about swimming slide an stir ed to pick up his fish instead. He was exhausted from the long day and the hunt added on and looked forward to getting some sleep once they got back.
The walk back wasn’t too terribly long. It could have been shorter, though. She herself, was feeling the fatigue of the day. She couldn’t wait to curl up in her nest and sleep the exhaustion away. It was a nice thought, as the two made their way back to the camp they both knew as home.
