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"Maca !" sang the voice of the golden she-cat as she pranced through the path to WaterClan. "Do ya think they're still sick, Maca? I heard they went to that big thing with all of the cats, so I think we should be good, hmm ? I'm so excited to be back!" Her voice was just as melodic when she wasn't actively singing. She was practically skipping, her sister in tow. "I heard they got a new leader, too ! Isn't that exciting Macaron?"
For those watching, the two cats looked strangely out of place. They were well groomed and plump, much unlike the cats who were still dealing with the losses of ripple cough. They had always sort of looked out of place, but that was because they had always been daylight warriors. Back in the old WaterClan regime, they would come during the day and sleep in their warm house on the edge of the forest. It had been mostly an accident that they had even wandered to WaterClan the first time. Lemondrop had just been hopelessly, tirelessly lost getting home the first time, and then she forced her sister to come along the second time. They had repeated this trekk every day and night for several moons, until cats started to get sick. Eventually, there came a point where it wasn't wise for the duo to come back. Lemondrop herself had gotten ill, but the perk of being a daylight warrior was that when she did, she and Macaron were transported to the vets. She had gone to the doctor and gotten better. Still, it had been two moons of being stuck in the house and away from their friends. Now that Lemondrop was once again the pinnacle of health, she had convinced Macaron that it was time to go back to the forest.
Things had changed since then in WaterClan. That much was clear. But, were the two kittypets ready for all of the change?
"Yes, very," Macaron murmured, following a few tail-lengths behind her sister. "I suppose they're not still sick then, if they went to a gathering. Wouldn't wanna get all the other Clans sick, y'know?" She paused, frowning. "...Unless they wanted revenge, I suppose," she amended to her previous statement. Though Macaron would never admit it out loud, she'd been scared to death when her sister had become infected; sure, there was a little bit of worry for her own personal safety in there too, but contrary to what many WaterClan cats had thought of them at the time, Macaron wasn't stupid. Lemondrop was another story, but sometimes, Macaron could be a little bit observant; she'd seen what ripple cough could do to an otherwise perfectly healthy cat, and feared that her sister might never make a full recovery.
...Then she'd remembered that they had owners, and could just go to the vets and get shots. Which they did. So that had been pretty anti-climactic.
"I don't suppose you've considered the idea they might not let us back in, hmm?" Macaron asked her sister. In all honesty, Macaron was almost certain they would be let in; after all, surely WaterClan would be a little desperate for new blood after losing so many of their own? It likely wasn't wise to turn away willing warriors, no matter their heritage. Still, if they were going to live in the forest and leave their owners forever, Macaron wanted to be completely sure that Lemondrop had considered all her options. After all, Macaron was the one who had to follow her, wasn't she?
"Maca !" she meowed, sounding offended. "Our little WaterClan would never take revenge in such a way !" She spoke as if WaterClan was her little toy, and in a way, it was. A shiny toy, one she had yet to get used to. "We are not revenge seeking cats." Still, she included herself in the lot of them, becasue honestly, the walls of her house were often too close for her. She thrived in the wide open ranges of the outdoors, at least, she would if she didn't get eaten by a fox she tried too hard to play with (which wasn't necessarily unlikely.) "They've gotta be all better," she decided as she continued to skip down the path. "And, if they aren't, we can just go get our two leg and they can come and save all of the cats!" She paused for a second. "Why didn't we think of that sooner?"
Lemondrop knew the answer; they didn't know if she was going to survive. They had to focus on each other for a bit; after all, they were first loyal to the other cat. Sisters looked after each other first. And also, Macaron had suggested that maybe they wouldn't like it if a bunch of white coats came stomping through.
"Maca, they gotta let us back. We are the strongest daylight warriors this clan has ever seen !" This was blatantly untrue, however Lemondrop believed it with all of her soul. "They'll remember us." A doubt flashed in her eyes; would they remember them nicely, or would the fact they ran away to get better be too much for the group to take? It was unlike her to have doubts, but this one lingered. "They'll let us in. They have to."
Macaron almost felt bad seeing the brief flash of doubt in her sister's eyes - keyword almost, because Macaron was not a cat who had lapses in judgement. Still, she hadn't exactly meant to make her sister sad, so she squared her shoulders and picked up the pace, walking past her sister with powerful strides. "They will, then," she called back, not once turning her head. If she appeared determined enough, then her sister would probably follow suit. "Can't drop cats with our kind of skills from the lineup, after all."
“Did you ever stop to think that the cats here could have used you?” It was Violetstar who spoke, though they would have known her as Violeteyes. They would likely be unaware that she was now the leader of the clan, and she was fine with that. At least, for the moment. She had slipped from the undergrowth, having been following and listening to these cats’ ramblings.
She blinked at the sudden voice, her head tilting to the side. “How would we have helped you, though?” She meowed with her sweet, rather dumb tone of voice. “We didn’t get a medicine cat to help us. We got a big two leg who wears a white coat. It really kind of hurt. You know how it feels to step on a thorn? It was like that. They stabbed us with a sharp silvery thing. They also made me eat these little pebbles but they shoved them down my throat and it wasn’t fun.” She shuddered at the memory of the pills she got. “It’s not like we found a flower and suddenly felt better!” She didn’t know why this cat seemed so blunt. “Then we were stuck in the house for so long because I was still sick. We came out as soon as we were out of solitary!”
Macaron's eyes widened as Lemondrop began speaking. Sure, Violeteyes had been kinda rude to them, but...well, Lemondrop was a pretty easy cat to misunderstand. "My sister is right," she added, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. "We would have come earlier, but our owners were pretty dedicated to keeping us indoors." She glanced away for a second, in the direction of their home. Or was WaterClan their home now? The Clan had begun to feel even more like a home than Macaron's own house, in the final few days before Lemondrop had gotten sick. "I believe the medicine the Twolegs gave us has made us immune to the disease, though...so if you'll let us back in, I think we could be even more valuable than we were before."
Perhaps the second cat speaking was a bit... smarter. Her purple eyes shifted between the two whom had once been daylight warriors. She was not planning on accepting such positions any longer. “The only way you’ll be allowed back is if you leave your kittypet lives behind.” Perhaps they would catch on now, she ran the place.
Macaron inhaled sharply at those words; she'd been half-expecting to hear something along those lines, but to hear them actually said out loud...She would be fine with leaving her housefolk behind, but would Lemondrop share the same sentiment? She turned to her sister and shrugged. "Well?" she asked her, raising an eyebrow. "I suppose it's up to you then, sis. We going back or nah?"
