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(Cleaver sorry this took so long to make! But I finally have a thread for Rasputin and Soaringbird)
Soaringbird sat on the edge of the mostly frozen pool by the waterfall on the far northwesternmost tip of NightClan's territory. The waterfall was still crashing down, but it wasn't too much to drown out all sounds.
She'd asked Rasputin to meet her here. Wanting to have a chance to talk... So much had happened in the past few moons. And in a few days 'their' kits would be apprenticed. There was much to talk about...
she glanced back towards the forest looking to see if her mate would come to join her.
The broad-shouldered silhouette trekked down toward the falls, his sturdy steps sure but careful nonetheless. Despite the moons they had spent here already, he had not adjusted to the darkness so easily as his eyes; though there was enough light to illuminate his path, the shadows were longer and the textures more difficult to discern, and he had picked up a tendency to second-guess himself. It was cold in leafbare at night, and as he had discovered, most often a puddle that appeared undisturbed water was instead a slick sheet of ice seeking to swipe away his paws. It was strange, too, to distrust the cats as much as he did the land: once there had been no good reason for cats to sulk about at night, but now it was common and even expected, and he had to keep on a wary high alert for the sound of paws that would signal someone was behind him. There were no forward shadows cast like there was in the day.
Upon reaching his mate, he sat down heavily but quietly at her side, and curled his tail over his paws. He stared in brooding silence over the waterfall, and then his throat rumbled, and he looked at her with that natural yet contorted expression that for him meant affection. "Loud place to meet," Rasputin commented.
Soaringbird nodded turning to face him, her blue eyes softening when she saw him. Even after all this time, and though some even her own sister asked her what she saw in Rasputin. She saw someone she felt drawn to, and he'd stayed by her side through all they'd been through.
"Is it too loud for you to hear me?" She asked. "If it is we can move. But I picked here since well, no one will pay us any mind if we're moving around the waterfall. Think we just wanted to do some late night sightseeing together. Like we haven't had a chance to do in so long." She said shifting closer to him. "Are you doing all right? I know it's been a big change for you, but you're doing well. And soon the kits will be apprenticed and you and I can be around each other more often. Which will be nice,"
He shook his head at her first question. The privacy was worth a little background noise competing for their attention. His head tilted back to studied the sky absently as she spoke, remembering that night so long ago that they'd looked at the stars together. It was different here, but not far enough to make a difference in the images he saw - they were merely tipped over onto their sides. Everything had changed since then, there was a mark of blood on his paws that might never fade, but he had met triumph with confidence and loss with ferocity, and always he had his mate with him. How strange, to have a cat he trusted so completely, more than he had his own blood.
"Are we just doing sightseeing together? That is quite... pedestrian." For two cats who had taken such epic strides in their short time together, it was strange to even consider doing something normal. His gaze returned to study her a moment longer. He had ignored her question about his well-being reflexively, still used to passing over small talk, and could barely recall even hearing it.
"No, truthfully I wanted to discuss some things," Soaringbird said wrapping her tail around her paws. "So much has happened and I haven't really had a chance to ask you what you thought. The alliance with BrookClan and SunClan... Lindon Harlow joining us and becoming my sister's mate. Then, Burningstar informing me we've shifted to adding DayClan, as she's gone into a pact of sorts with Kerrigan, Glowstar and Foxstar. Now with the other groups, now dubbed the red lioness pride," Soaringbird shrugged at the name, "I'm assuming it was Glowstar's suggestion. But now Burningstar is telling me excitedly, SunClan's taken over MoonClan, and MoonClan is now a 'Pride Colony'." Soaringbird sighed. "I'm just curious to see what you were thinking about it all."
His jaw tightened and his paws curled against the ground at the name of their former clan. He was looking at the water again, but the hardness in his gaze was unmistakable.
to think, she delivered her brother right into my paws...
It wasn't the first time he had seriously considered taking his revenge on Lindon. His paws had been restrained, but he was restless and refused to be in the enemy's presence. If they got too close, he might not be able to hold himself back, and he knew that strategy demanded he take his time with this. "Your sister has been blinded by her own ambition. She's let them manipulate her into thinking they're allies." His voice was thick with heated anger. "Kerrigan is only using her, and she doesn't even realize it. I don't know why yet, but it will be nothing good.... but she made one mistake. She left us a weakness. Left us her brother."
"We cannot harm him," Soaringbird said grimly. "Burningstar has told me she will not tolerate any actions against him, I think she loves him." Soaringbird said her expression dropping. "She was seeing a MoonClan cat for a bit... but then she ended it with him because she values her relationship with Lindon." Soaringbird said frowning. "And well, before Lindon was a spy... now... now I'm not so sure. They have those 5 kits they adopted together... Burningstar is happy with Lindon. And... we can't hurt her. But, we certainly can keep our eyes on him and wait for him to make a grievous error and expose him. Then my sister will have to throw him out. But until we have some kind of proof of that there's nothing we can do there."
Rasputin had never been skilled at conveying his emotions, with the exception of perhaps anger - but then, even his anger was hardly expressed in full. It reared inside his belly like a dark and cunning snake, waiting for the right moment to strike, hissing its poison in his ears. The curl of his lip and the stone in his gaze showed his anger, but not the deeper rage that Kerrigan dared taunt them with an injustice this close, and his attempt at a sneer was far from sufficiently conveying his disbelief.
"Oh, he's still a spy all right. Nobody changes that much, that fast." His tail lashed low over the ground as he considered her words. Evidence to expose him.... "Convince her to watch him. Set a tail, I'll do it myself; but stalk him until his reveals his plan, and then she'll use his as leverage to take down his sister. She won't have a choice."
