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Eternalstar only had whispers to go on, old rumors from when she was traveling outside Springclan. But so far they had been enough. Enough for her to find those looking for a new home or a stable environment; or even the opportunity to know they at-least wouldn't be at risk for starving. Right now she was looking for a she-cat, she didn't know her name, nor her appearance, had simply heard through the surprisingly knowledgeable grape vine of loners that there was a pregnant she-cat in these parts. The sort of cat Eternalstar was looking for. She thought she might have caught a scent that could be a she-cat, and slowed as she approached, not wanting to startle them into fleeing. "hello?" She called.
The loose scramble of rocks concealed the entrance to a cave, hidden except for a small gap where the rocks met the wall. She had tucked herself into the gap to live until she gave birth, but it was too cold and drafty to raise kits in, and she was at a loss for where could go next. Her tail curled over muzzle as she huddled freezing on the ground, one ear pricked to the sound of paws on stone outside, and a faint call. Alarm sparked in her golden gaze.
Squeezing through the gap, she sprang forward and confronted the other cat face-to-face, ears pinned back and teeth drawn back in a fierce snarl. Her head was slightly lowered and her back arched, tail curling threateningly above, and her thick fur was puffed on end. "Get away from here! This is my den!" Squirrel spat.
Eternalstar, rather than being intimidated, seemed more amused than anything. Though she did take a couple steps back to help try and ease the situation some. "I'm not here to take your den. I'm just looking to talk to you." Her tone placid, normally sharp eyes soft. "Please refrain from stressing yourself out, I'm sure that can't be good for the kits."
Squirrel spit and did not relax her tense stance. "A little more stress won't kill 'em, but a stranger might." The pregnancy of rogues was often stressful, but hers had been even more so, and she doubted this would be the occasion that changed everything for them. The other cat did not appear threatening, but she wasn't going to let her guard down and find out it was all a trick. Her eyes were narrow with mistrust as she regarded the intruder.
"You're right a stranger might kill them." Eternalstar replied, getting right into her sales pitch now that the other had provided the perfect opportunity. Like a door to door salesmen but there was no door and no way to slam it 'politely' in her face. Leaving squirrel no option but to hear her out. "Which is why I've come to offer you a place in my clan. Where you won't have to worry about strangers finding you or your kits and killing them."
Squirrel laughed bitterly. "I'm better off 'n my own. Last group I was in tried to kill me, aftah they took care o my mate." She shot this she-cat a skeptical look. "Tell your mate I'm not interested in his group neither."
The matter settled, she started to back toward her hole again, keeping a wary eye on the leader.
Eternalstar's features twisted for a moment, "mate?" She couldn't help but laugh at the very thought, settling down wasn't something the she-cat could ever picture herself doing, not could she ever picture herself giving any sort of control over to another cat. "I lead my group, there is no mate to speak of in the picture. I think one would be more of a hassle than the effort was worth truly." Some would say the she-cat was still young could change her mind, others would see that she truly wasn't suited towards being compassionate and considerate enough of anothers feelings for anyone to stick around with her.
Her brow arched warily, and which she did not disappear into the darkness of the cave, she was still on the verge of doing so. "What, it just you?" she snorted. "I seen that too. Don't last long. Toms, they ain't so comfortable with us tryin' ta be in charge." While Squirrel had seen the occasion rogue group led by a she-cat, she was always under the impression they were on the verge of collapse or being overtaken by their neighbors. That was rogue life in general, truthfully: most could not hold themselves together for long.
"It might as well be just me." Eternalstar chuffed, "but no, I have a deputy who is under me and helps me rule the clan. Then we have two healers who can be looked at towards leaders should myself and my deputy both be out of commission." She chose to ignore her cynical view, knowing that the rouge probably had no experience with the clans to go off of, only knew groups that were probably destined to fail lead by a she-cat or a tom.
Her brow arched smugly. "Deputy. That's a word for it. This deputy - tom, ain't he?" That was an easy guess. Toms were attracted to power like pollen to her paws. She turned and retreated a few more steps, then laid down on her side, keeping an eye on the leader but clearly no longer seeing her as much of a threat. "Well, like I said, not interested. Feel free to bring me some prey, though."
Eternalstar sighed heavily, she always hated when others made her actually work for things. It wasn't like she was opposed to working for things of-course, she simply preferred not to. It put her in a certain kind of mindset that set her away from playing her role and she couldn't afford to put up anything put a perfect performance back at camp. She had found as time went on and she got further and further into her leadership she was starting to remind herself more and more of her father. Something she swore would never happen.
"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name?" She called curiously. "It'd be nice to have one, that way when I send warriors to steal you kits after they're born I can tell them their mothers name. After all I don't assume you'll let them go without a fight? One that might end poorly for you."
The queen studied her with a long look. She didn't believe her for an instant that she would do such a thing; it was questionable that she had the influence or the power to compel that cruelty, if she would even order it. Besides, she could always move dens, and then there wouldn't be a problem. Her tail drummed lightly on the ground as she considered walking away just because of the threat, but then she smiled instead.
"You've got guts," she admitted with an appreciative nod. "Name's Squirrel."
"Eternalstar." She returned, rolling her shoulders and considering, The others doubt towards her own authority had offended her more than she might admit. So much so she gave a brief consideration towards hunting down her father and trading him an 'I owe you' for a favor in him tormenting Squirrel. But it would also almost prove the queen right, at-least in her simplistic mind. Eternalstar would see it as using all the resources available to her. "I live in Springclan. Do you know of the clans?"
"Heard of 'em. Bunch of pompous gangs squabbin' over land like the whole world is only a few paces wide. Daft bunch." She eyed the leader critically, fitting this new information about the clan into her growing understanding of the cat that had come to fight her. The politics of the clans were different from the rogues gangs she'd run with, from what she understood: they were larger and fiercer, more clever in their actions, but shortsighted and never thought to look outside of their harebrained borders. At least they didn't play so dirty as the cats she knew.
"Oh we're well aware of the land beyond our own." The she-cat purred, narrowing her eyes. "We are, just as you said, greedy and the thought of letting go what we call our own is almost unfathomable. It's all a bit petty I suppose, especially to outsiders. But it the world I choose to live in, in fact I find it a bit of fun entertainment." She laughed, tail twirling as she thought of all the schemes she was undertaking.
"Seems like volunteer'un for a short life. Must be something quite awful to live like if you're so easy to fight n die," she mused. Squirrel could understand being petty, it was one of her key traits, but she preferred the thistle-in-the-nest type of revenge than straight-up murder. She knew how to swallow her pride and keep her head down instead of fighting a losing battle.
"It is potentially a short life for those that are often on the front lines, the warriors eager to shed blood. But it you are a queen, an elder, a kit, even an apprentice; you are protected fiercely by those on those front lines." She explained. "I suppose it all boils down to personality and outlook." There were those rouges she had brought in that while not exactly eager for clan life loved the opportunity to battle, others that loved being able to laze about instead of worrying for their next move.
"Kits grow up," she pointed out shortly, though she had no idea what an apprentice was. Her tail twitched as, despite herself, she found she was considering the offer. It was folly but she had nowhere else to go, and for all her bravado, she was terrified of what would happen to her kits once they were born. Things would not get better with more mouths to feed. Squirrel curled her lip and growled softly at her own thoughts. "You just want my kits so you have more for the 'front lines' once they grown up," she accused.
