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"Can you... go on patrol to.... pick your favorite border," the deputy told the pair, glancing over them with glassy green eyes. Hazelstorm propped herself up against the wall of the medicine cat's den, exhausted and struggling not to show how sick she felt. She was clearly failing. Her gaze moved past them and gave a few more orders, then she disappeared into the den.
Wyverndelirium blinked, staring after where the deputy had disappeared. Pick your favorite border to patrol? That was... strange. The ginger tom glanced sideways at Ottermystique and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, so.. which border do you want to go to?"
The senior warrior raised a single eye. Well, that was probably not good. Hadn't they just gotten over the sickness? She made a mental note to talk to Violetstar about it the state of the deputy, because it was pretty obvious that something was wrong. Still, it wasn't like the cat not to accept orders, which meant she quickly glanced over to a tom who's name she couldn't quite pronounce, and smiled.
"I'm Ottermystique," she introduced herself, as the two had never communicated directly before this moment. "As for a favorite border..." her voice trailed. "Not sure I really have a favorite one, per say? Feels like a sort of odd thing to have a favorite, but hey, I'm not the deputy." She let out an amused chuckle, before shrugging. "Maybe the BrookClan? I hear that there's some weird stuff going on over there."
"Wyverndelirium. BrookClan works for me, I haven't been over there in a while," he agreed cheerfully. He couldn't say he had a favorite either, but then, he didn't spend much time patrolling: he preferred to hunt when he could, so he usually claimed he didn't look intimidating enough to patrol. Hunting gave him more freedom to do as he liked, and it meant he could zone out peacefully without anyone yelling at him to pay attention. But with the clan in the sorry state it was presently in, he didn't have much choice, and he wasn't about to protest a somewhat-clear order anyway.
He shook out his ginger fur and turned away from Goldrush's den. "Say, you stuck around through the sickness, didn't you? Or did you leave?" Wy and most of his family had left shortly after his father's death, so he had missed a lot of the later events in the clan.
Ah, yes, that helped approximately .4% with the pronunciation, she decided, before trying her hardest to memorize his name. Oh, well. If she butchered it... well... that would be an embarrasing day for her, but she'd have to deal with it. "From what I understand, they're going through like the pre-stages of civil war or something," the she-cat responded, "but who knows. Seems like all of the clans lately have been going through it." Her tail twitched. Violetstar was her best friend, but if Ottermystique was honest, she worried that she didn't consider the state of the entire forest when she made decisions to be upset that WaterClan got no help. But, although she was good council for her friend, she was never going to say that right to her face, especially knowing what Violet had gone through.
Ottermystique blinked away the thoughts, before nodded. "I stayed, yes," she meowed, although there was a lingering sadness in her voice. "Sandtail said he would never leave Violetstar, and I wasn't going to leave him here alone. Not that I particularly wanted to leave Vi, either. We were a family, and families stick together through thick and thin." Sometimes, the she-cat wished she would have not let her brother convince her otherwise. Maybe then, he'd still be there. "You and yours left, didn't they?" she asked after a moment, as if to divert her attention from the painful memory.
"A civil war?" he mewed skeptically. He knew that BrookClan had adopted some rather strange customs, but he doubted any clan could survive fighting from the inside. There was a reason the warrior code strictly forbade going against your leader. Wy could not imagine ever deliberately setting out to fight against his leader, but he couldn't imagine living in the strange system of BrookClan either, so maybe he just wasn't suited for that lifestyle at all. That was fine; he liked WaterClan.
"I'm sorry about him," he meowed softly, with a sideways glance at her. He had forgotten she'd lost her brother to the sickness, he'd been too wrapped up in his own losses. He felt a familiar rush of anger with himself for not taking the time to get to know the tomcat before he died. What kind of warrior didn't know his clanmates? He pushed the thought away at her question. "Yes. I thought it was the right choice, but now I'm not so sure. Chimerahunt and Rustyheart stayed behind and they both survived, but my mother lost a life and Swangrace died after we left WaterClan."
"Kind of ? I guess the leader is missing, and well, yeah. All sorts of cats want to take advantage of that I guess." She shrugged. Ottermystique herself had never really seen the incentive to even want to lead, really. It wasn't that she'd be a bad candidate, she was a senior warrior for a reason, she just didn't see the appeal of the entire group resting on her shoulders. She was not meant to be first in command of the troops.
"Nah," she meowed after a moment. "No need to be sorry. If StarClan decided it was his time, it was his time..." She didn't sound super confident about this, but as the two took off in the direction of the border, she at least offered a smile. "Things happen for a reason, even if we don't know the reason." Well, at least, that's what she had been telling herself. Then, she paused her commentary to listen to him speak. She offered a brush of her tail against his shoulder in comfort. "If you thought it was the right choice, it was the right choice at the time. Hindsight is always better than foresight," she assured him, giving him a nod. "There was no way for you to know any of that when you left. You were doing what you thought was right."
"That's why you name a deputy," he mused, and shook his head. What a strange group of cats. He couldn't say he understood their desire for conquest either, but this did not seem the best way to run a clan. Why wouldn't there be a set deputy to take over? Did they cause this much chaos on purpose?
He sighed. "I'm not sure it was the right choice, though. I left because Tinybreath was going -- she had to, she can't get sick -- and I didn't want to lose her. The same reason you stayed, it seems. But what if something happened to the clan while we were gone? If you all starved to death or were attacked by predators because you didn't have enough cats?" Wyverndelirium shuddered. Tinybreath's bad lungs had made his sister's choice easy, but he wasn't sure he had put the proper thought into his. Not when he looked back to see how many cats died without him there. And really, knowing that his brother Chim had stayed behind had just made it worse, knowing that he was the coward while somehow his useless brother had courage.
"Theoretically, they had one. I think that he refuses to take the office maybe? Somethin about a hope his sister comes back?" Ottermystique shrugged. "I only hear it through the grape vine so I'm not entirely sure of the situation, but it doesn't sound good whatever it is." She shrugged again as they moved towards the border of anarchy.
She listened quietly as he spoke about his own decision making, offering soft noises of empathy as appropriate. "Hindsight is better than foresight," she meowed after a moment, her head tilted slightly. "It's always much easier to decide what we did was the wrong thing after we've done it. But, you did it for the right reason. Even if it wasn't the right decision, you did it for someone you loved, and that counts for something, right?" She then offered him a nudge on his shoulder. "PLus, we didn't all die, so I wouldn't worry about the what ifs too much."
He refused to take the position in hopes that the leader returned? That was even stranger; surely he could just step aside if she came back, or continue to lead anyway. I will never understand BrookClan cats.
"I suppose," he relented with a sigh, letting her reassure him. He had stayed with his family to protect them, and maybe she was right, maybe it wasn't such a bad decision after all. Maybe it didn't matter because it was already made. He didn't know, but he let himself believe she was right, and that he ought not dwell on it. "We didn't all die then, so we shouldn't do it now either," he mewed, and forced a smile. "Let's make sure that border is strong enough nobody will even think of crossing it."
