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This thread is basically from the idea of Gidgetjoy! She thought it would be a good idea to get all the cats together whom fled the clan in the sickness and has now returned, in a sort of reunion! So any cats who fled during the sickness and decides to return to WaterClan, you’re free to jump in __________
So many cats had returned back to the clan. Even those whom had fled the clan in the time they were needed most. Even though there was a lot of hard feelings, they had still come home. That’s really what mattered at this very point in time. They were, again, with their true family. Violetstar had allowed them to return as full members, but they all knew that she would be watching them very carefully and even questioning their loyalty. At least, for now.
The leader sat outside her den, watching in the cavern as the ones whom had fled began to have reunions with one another.
Wyverndelirium hesitated, staring across the camp as he watched the ginger tip of his brother Chim's tail disappear out the exit. He knew there would be some... hard feelings, but he didn't understand what had changed so much between them. His brother seemed to have momentarily cured his laziness when it came to avoiding his family. His shoulders slumped, he turned away from the exit and glanced about helplessly. It was harder coming back than he'd expected, but he didn't regret it: he had to go with his family.
The tip of a slender black tail rested on Wyverndelirium's shoulder comfortingly. After the tragedies that had befallen their family recently, it was rare that Tinybreath ever left her older brother's side. The young, sickly she-cat supposed at some point in the future they would probably need some space away from each other, but they both had been too emotionally shaken lately to even consider it. Her pale blue eyes followed Chimerahunt's form as he left, unsure of what could be going on inside his head. Did he feel any sympathy for his siblings? She and Wy had lost the same father that he did. The black feline's thoughts drifted away when below her came a soft, hungry mew. Four kits, not even a moon old, were curled up in front of her paws. Tinybreath sighed and bent over to give Slipkit a loving lick on the head. None of the family who had stayed behind had realized they had lost a sister too.
Meanwhile, Gravelshell was frantically searching the crowd, the tortoiseshell darting from familiar face to familiar face. As a former leader, she felt it was her duty to wholeheartedly welcome back those who returned, but at the same time...she needed to find her family. Her mate, her son, her brother, her grandson? Where were they? Out of breath, the elder stopped and sat down, her mind running through the worst possible scenarios. Suddenly, she felt a paw lightly cuff her across the head. Immediately she spun around, ready to snap harshly at whoever hit her, only to be met by the cheeky smile that she had known her entire life. "Hey sis, miss me?"
"Bluepelt!" Anger was at once replaced with overwhelming joy, and the she-cat tackled her brother to the ground in a hug, tears welling up in both of their eyes. "Woah! Geez, Gravelshell!" Bluepelt laughed, feeling a sense of relief as he took in his sibling's scent for the first time in several moons. "Has Starclan finally frozen over? Since when do you ever squeeze the living fuzz of me?"
Chim had no intention of coming back once he left, but something unexpected had caught his attention on the way out. Slowly, the ginger tom turned and slunk back toward the cave to confirm what he'd scented was true - kits. No kits had survived the disease that had ravaged the clan, so they must have come with the returning cats.
With his family.
Wyverndelirium looked up with a flash of hope in his eyes as the return of his brother, but Chimerahunt brushed past him like he was invisible, staring down at Tinybreath's kits with thinly veiled confusion and contempt. "I don't remember you were expecting kits," he noted slowly, his narrow green eye boring into his sister. "Make some new friends while you were gone?" The slow, deliberate anger was easy, familiar; it was not the welcome they might have wanted, but it was the only one Chim would be offering. He simply had no good news to offer.
Tinybreath narrowed her eyes; meeting his green gaze with her blue one unwavering. The younger sister wasn't fazed by his flashy shows of intimidation. If anything, it showed how completely insecure he was; incapable of showing any emotion to his family other than anger or disdain. She knew what that was like, she had been there once. That was the advantage she had on him, that none of their other siblings did. If the reclusive tom wanted to play that game, fine. This she-cat won't pull any punches then.
"Take a good long look, Chim; these kits aren't mine," she countered coldly. "They're Swangrace's. She...she died in Summerclan...giving birth to them. I-I suspect Deadshot is the father...he stopped by not long before Lightningswift..."
The young warrior's strained voice trailed off and she finally looked away with tears in her eyes, her slender tail reaching out to grab Wyverndelirium's for comfort. Chim was a fool if he thought they had any good news to bring back either. They all had suffered in this. "I'm sorry, Chimerahunt...brother. There was nothing we could do to save her."
Wyverndelirium leaned against his sister, nuzzling her ears in support, then pulled away as he sniffed. He could not have choked back the tears if he tried, and they rolled silently down his dusty ginger-brown face. Chim was still, silent, and unreadable as ever; his face was turned from them, but Wy could not imagine his brother weeping. He knew he must feel something, how could he not, but his brother had always been so stubbornly stoic when it came to expressing anything other than bitterness. He was almost angry to see him so cold. Couldn't he, for just a moment, lower himself to grieve with his family? What must he think of them that he refused to relent the slightest bit of emotion at the news of their sister's death?
Biting back his frustrations, he let out a slow breath. "And.. Rustyheart? Is she here?" he asked softly, giving his sister's tail a supporting squeeze. He hadn't seen he yet, but he had to hope it was for an innocent reason.
His focus snapped back to the others and Chim's lip curled. "She's fine," he answered stiffly, his voice hard, but his gaze raw. He turned sharply away, his hackles starting to rise, while Wy stared between him and his sister helplessly. What did I do wrong this time?
Her ears pricked. Violetstar had been listening to the conversations going on, but one sparked her interest the most. Her eyes shifted then, to Chimerahunt and his family. He had been the one to stay behind, which showed a lot for the tom’s inner character. Her face remained blank, but it was clear she was watching, as she didn’t make an attempt to hide it, wether they noticed this or not.
Tinybreath huffed indignantly, resisting the urge to growl at her brother's emotionlessness. Despite his lack of reaction, she was positive that Chimerahunt had been hurt by the news; even him of all cats could never bring himself to be overly rude to Swangrace in all of her memories of their interactions. Their brother cared; he wasn't a monster like that. But he was closed, cold, rude, dismissive. Stubborn as an old badger. And sure, it was frustrating to deal with, but...
"Just let him go, Wy." Feeling her other brother's tail squeeze hers, she squeezed back, leaning close to him for support. "We can't stop him from mourning in his own way, he's been through a lot recently. Besides, we survived. There's still time to fix us, as a family."
Suddenly feeling eyes on her, the young she-cat turned, noticing Violetstar. It was strange, seeing her of all cats standing as leader in the place of her brother-in-law. "Violetstar," she greeted cooly, dipping her head in respect. "I know that everyone's very busy, but once cats have started getting settled in, I request that a vigil be held for Swangrace. She was well-loved by Waterclan, and unlike most..." she glanced down at the kits. "She had an honorable reason for leaving."
She couldn’t deny that the words Tinybreath spoke were true. She gave a simple nod, her voice slipping out softly. “Of course. Please make sure to settle them within the nursery soon, I wouldn’t want them to catch a cold.” They were future warriors of their clan, after all.
Wyverndelirium sighed. He wanted to fix their family, it was one of his few goals left, but times like this made him question just how possible it was. If they could not come together over loss, what could bridge that gap? He glanced up at Violetstar as the pair began to speak, and nodded once in relief as she gave them permission for a proper vigil and burial. Their loyal sister deserved that much, a chance for the clan to grieve properly.
He turned to offer the kits a tiny smile. "Hear that? You get your own den to live in!"
