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Hiddencrest scratched the bark of a tree, his shoulder muscles jutting out with the movements. His fur was sleek, a colorful assortment of light grays and a black mask; as if he were on off brand, colorless Siamease. Though he knew he wasn't, that was for sure. The tom sat upright and gave his long fur a shake before letting his restless striking, pale yellow eyes around the glittering ice-forest. He hadn't any plans when he left camp — and already was the sun dipping down to signal the long day he'd had. The large tom had went hunting earlier, hunting until his paws were sore from the strain. At least he'd gotten a good haul, though. And when he was finally rested up he instantly regretted ever napping, for now he was as awake as an owl would be at night. A long sigh slipped from his maw as he stretched down the trunk of the tree, bark getting caught up in his tangle of fur as he did so.
As the sun fell behind the mountains and began shrouding the land in darkness, Valleyswirl began to stir where she laid in the soldiers' den, a simple ball of white fur. She had always risen with the dawn unless she'd been awake late the night before, making it impossible for her body to function properly if she woke with the day. This was one of those times, hence why she was waking up so late. As her mind started up, alerting the rest of her body to the molly's awakening, a large yawn escaped her maw. With a few blinks, Valleyswirl rose to her paws and stretched, ridding her body of any sleepiness. There were things to do and no time to waste. The molly crawled out from the tunnel of the den which laid to the east of the leader's, which of course was currently empty. Valleyswirl began to get a rising suspicion that maybe she was the true destined one to sleep there, the one who was supposed to take over the Clan and save it from it's own destruction, and yet here she was, refusing to go to Mistyveil about her dreams or speak up about her visions to the Clan. In all honesty, she was terrified. Terrified of the future, terrified of the past, and most importantly, terrified of the present. With each passing moment meant a new disaster to be awaken, and it was only a matter of time until the Clan was left in total chaos.
The blue-eyed she-cat caught sight of Hiddencrest, and with a soft sigh, she approached the gray tom. "The night is quiet," She spoke barely above a whisper, coming to rest against her haunches beside his mass of fur and muscle. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk?"
The large tom glanced down as Valleyswirl made her presence known; though he'd barley have been able to catch her voice if so much as a breeze had stirred. He'd never actually spoken with her, only noticed her in passing or on patrols. It wasn't saying much, though, as Hiddencrest didn't talk to many cats to begin with. Contemplating on the thought of going out for a stroll, he finally decided that he might need the exorcise and said placidly, "I wouldn't mind going out, honestly. There isn't much happening in camp, anyways."
With a serene wave of his tail, he stood to his paws and full height — he was rather tall — and led a slow paced walk towards the camp entrance. A small breeze lifted his fur, making him glad that his pelt was long and equipped for the Winter. Glancing back, he watched the pale she-cat with keen pale yellow eyes, whiskers twitching in amusement. "Coming?"
It was true. Hiddencrest and Valleyswirl, despite having been around for each other for many, many moons, were still strangers to one another. Amidst the destruction of their Clan, though, and the recent message from StarClan still ringing deep within her mind, she had decided it would be best to get to know most of her future warriors. She would be leading them through the fray, some day, and she felt it in her bones.
Valleyswirl was a rather tall feline as well, standing at 12'' at the shoulder, a full foot. Despite this, her form was slender and muscular; powerful shoulders moved fluidly underneath her white pelt as she began to take steps towards Hiddencrest. The two exited camp and walked in silence for a few minutes, and Valleyswirl was glad she could find comfort in another's quietness. It was rare, for her to feel this way, and quite honestly, it was probably the most normal feeling she had felt in a while. "Tell me about yourself?" She suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
The pallid tom turned his masked face up to the sky, watching as the stars slipped and reappeared between barren tree branches. It looked particularly dark tonight, though the moon offered more comfort as it bathed everything in an almost ethereal glow. Upon her question, he felt himself tense a little. He wasn't too open about his past; often times he tended to let it evade any and all of his thoughts. His shoulders moved with fluid motions under his glossy fur, before he finally fell upon an answer.
"There isn't much that's entirely interesting about me," he said, though it was half a lie. Nonetheless, he felt a bit comforted in the she-cats presence — for whatever reason that may be. His pale eyes flicked over to watch her for a moment longer, before he concentrated again on the path ahead. "I've been a Warrior for WinterClan for a while now; though, I was a rouge for some time. And before that, I had been born into WinterClan. Besides all that confusion, my life has been fairly uneventful." His words fell away after that, the tug of familiar pain for the past making his heart ache. He still had a hard time walking upon frozen rivers and lakes; there was an unimaginably engulfing fear that took over him every time he thought of it. Cold, bitter water; ice filling his lungs — and worst of all, being trapped under it all.
He shoved the intrusive thoughts away, already feeling his pulse quicken slightly. With a slight smile; one that was a bit lazy but genuine nonetheless, he said, "How about you? Any fun tales to swap?"
Her gaze followed his towards the stars, and upon the barren branches were little buds, threatening to explode into small leaves at any moment. Valleyswirl felt comforted in the thought that new-leaf was finally upon them, and warmer days were to come. She was built for the leaf-bare, yes, but sometimes she just got a little sick of it, especially now. WinterClan had an insane surplus of snow this year, and a few kits and apprentices had succumbed to the cold it had brought. Her gaze fluttered back down and she noticed how he had tensed, and suddenly, she had felt a little sorry for asking him such a personal question.
So, he was born into WinterClan, yet was a rogue for a while? How interesting. She wanted to press for more information, curiosity ebbing at the sides of her mind, yet she kept her mouth shut. Possibly she would find out more later, if they were to get close.
"Hmm," She began, trying to think about her own life. "I was born to Snowflower, who has been a warrior in WinterClan for quite some time. My father, though, I have never known; I've heard rumors about him, but rumors are rumors. As a kit, I was bullied for only being half-clan." She let out a dry laugh. "I proved myself during the moons as my time as an apprentice, though, for I excelled past most of my peers. I showed everyone that I was a true WinterClan warrior." Her mind wandered to that of Dovemask, her ex-mate who was murdered by a rogue. She winced at the thought. "I'm the mother of four darling angels - Eveningpaw, Morningpaw, Ghoulpaw and Spiritpaw. Their father is no more. I pour my heart and soul into raising them to be the best warriors they can be, true to their hearts and their Clan."
The large gray and black tom listened to the she-cat dutifully, having always been the type to respectfully hear everyone out. He smiled besides himself though at her both formal way of talking and the way she could summarize her time in WinterClan. He was abhorrent at telling stories, and would most of the time carry on for too long. With a wave of his tail, Hiddencrest glanced down at his paws before asking, "I take it you love your children very much?" His eyes were an honest pool of curiosity. He'd never been a father himself, so he had never felt a strong familial connection to kits. or any family, for that matter. "I never had kits. My parents died when I was very young, too, so I've never had much of a family. WinterClan, in a very true sense, has become my family."
His eyes danced back to the sky for a moment as he thought to himself, not knowing if he wanted to share much of himself with this she-cat or not. They had only just met — but he also knew that it felt amazing to be able to talk to someone. Carefully, he added with a small shrug of his shoulders, "As for my growing up here, it really is a long story. I got lost for a while; literally speaking too. I had to find my way back here, and by then, everything I'd grown up with had changed. So... you could say that my time back here has been a chaotic, and tiring experience."
"My children are my everything," Valleyswirl responded, a small smile playing on her lips. "They will become great warriors someday, I know it." Her eyes bored into his as she noticed his curiosity, and she chuckled quietly. "I'm sorry about your parents," She sighed, "I never knew my father, like I said. My mother, Snowflower, poured her heart and soul into raising my brothers and sisters and I. I am very lucky to still have her in my life."
Her eyes followed his as they gazed at the sky, and she shared his internal thoughts. She, too, didn't know whether she wanted to share more about herself or not; her mind was a dark place, and not for the faint of hearts. "I got lost as well, but in a different sense."
Hiddencrest couldn't feel the Forget-Me-Not's, or the Spring Snowflakes connected around his neck, flowers he had chosen in sake of who he felt he was. But with his memories tugging to surface, they felt like the weighed so very heavy against his chest. His voice, though full of a distant sorrow, was oddly placate and calm as he said, "Its okay. Family isn't all the important anyways, I guess. I mean..." he trailed off awkwardly, feeling as if he had worded his words wrong. "Sorry, that's not what I meant. What I mean is that though family is important if you have one, you also don't need blood ties to... belong to a family, you know?"
His ears flicked back slightly, embarrassed by his odd ramblings and feeling a bit out of place. He didn't spout a lot of sentiment all of the time; it was pretty rare to catch the tom in any form or state of peace. "My point is that I'm okay. WinterClan is my family. And I know that if its meant to happen, I'll meet some cats who could even become... an actual family."
Valleyswirl's collar was full of vibrant pinks and yellows that stood out against her white and grey colored pelt, the flowers the colors belonged to being glory-of-the-snow and buttercup. Deep oceans of crystal gazed at Hiddencrest as he spoke, amusement dancing within them. "Belonging to a family is important," She replied, and she nodded her head along with her words, "but sometimes, being alone is a blessing, as well. We are all on a journey to find out who we truly are on the inside, and sometimes, being alone helps. But as I said, families are important. And you, too, will find yours someday, as I have found mine." Though, she still felt a yearning deep within her heart, for something sweeter. Something more... delightful. She needed that comfort at night knowing someone was next to her, protecting her as they both dreamt away. It was a nice feeling to have, and she missed it.
He let out a trilling sigh, a breath of air that passed his maw and carried in the air for a moment. "Maybe. I mean, I hope to, one day. But I'm in no rush. I've experienced a sort of... romance, before, and I'm not too keen to dive back in headfirst," the large gray tom said aloud, his mind wandering through his thoughts as he brushed back old and curtained memories. "Not that it was returned. Like I said, if its meant to be then it'll happen."
Hiddencrest let himself rest easy for a moment before he decided to steer the subject elsewhere. Talking about how he had failed twice in romance wasn't all that impressive, probably, and might have even seemed a bit lame to the other. She'd obviously been there, because she had had kittens. "So," he started again with a clear of his throat. He obviously wasn't suited for most conversations — he hardly ever talked besides tending his own little garden. "This may be kind of weird. I don't really talk to anyone about this, so you have to promise you wont. But, I have my own secret garden where I grow some flowers."
He broke off, his pelt flashing with embarrassment. StarClan, why had he just said that?
"Romance is tricky," She let out a dry laugh, shaking her cranium, "and rather mean, if you think about it. It just comes and goes whenever it pleases, and it can leave you feeling whole or empty. A truly cruel concept, I suppose."
"A garden?" She perked up, interested in what he had to say. Valleyswirl absolutely adored plants, despite living in a harsh climate, and she had always wanted to visit SpringClan or SummerClan solely for that reason. "Is it kind of down the alpine, towards SpringClan? I heard the soil is the best over there."
Listening to her words, but nonetheless glad to be rid of talking about romance in general, the large gray tom smiled genuinely for the first time in moons. "Yeah, its a bit over in that general area. Actually, we can head over there if you want? I need to check up on them anyways; flowers can be temperamental when its still cold out," he proposed, his pale eyes glowing with a bit of hope. It may be an odd hobby for a large, giant of a tom, but it was his pride and joy. His own little family of flowers, truthfully. "I just want to make sure that they made it out unscathed."
Valleyswirl nodded along with his words, the grin on her face only becoming wider and wider with each passing moment. Oh, she hadn't been this excited in forever! Giddiness rose up in her chest like a flock of butterflies, and without hesitation, she began to set off in the direction of SpringClan. "Come on!" She called over her shoulder, "You have to lead the way, anyways!" She let out a laugh and continued to go down the alpine, careful not to slip on any loose rocks or vegetation.
Surprised at her readiness to spring into action, he smiled wide and had to suppress a ring of laughter from his chest, glad that he was able to fully enjoy himself after a string of mediocre days. He even caught himself wondering why he'd never actually tried to talk with her before. Strolling forward and breaking into a run to catch up with her, he began to lead them down the sloping terrain and made sure to carefully place his paws where they wouldn't slip. It began to remarkably grow warmer the further they wandered down. Somehow, it made everything seem a little brighter. Waving his tail as a familiar tree began to loom ahead, he nodded his head at it and glanced back at the she-cat following him. "It's just beyond this tree. I know because when I was an apprentice, I slashed a bunch of marks at the base of the tree. I used to practice fight here, with my friend."
A warm breeze ruffled her fur the further down they went, and she couldn't help but to stop for a moment and take in the sight before her. The valley sloped down into the neighboring clans, all of who were which asleep soundly within their nests, or enjoying the warm night like she and Hiddencrest were doing. The streams and lakes glittered brilliantly before her, making themselves known despite the towering trees that surrounded them. She had always wanted to go for a swim, just one time, but she had been too afraid of water. It was a silly fear, really. With a sigh, she continued her journey down the slope and kept close to Hiddencrest, careful not to lose him. As they came upon the tree that marked where his garden was, Valleyswirl grinned; she couldn't wait to see what was beyond.
He pushed past the scratched up bark and through parting greenery that had already begun to bloom in the coming switch of seasons; that was definitely a good sign for his flowers. he truly got excited when he saw a looming mass of rock jutting up from the ground. "Alright, we're technically here," he said excitedly. The large gray tom slowed his pace now, before he rounded the corner and caught sight of a looming oak tree. It was pretty old; some of the bark was clearly rotting away. A small opening at the base of the trunk could be hardly seen, covered skillfully with a screen of brambles.
Hiddencrest stopped short of it and gingerly pushed the brambles aside, revealing a large hollowed out space inside of the tree itself. It smelled of rich dirt and oak. "Alright, here we are. Home sweet home. Actually; I hang out here a lot, when I don't have any duties to do or if I need to clear my head and think. Actually, I don't think I've ever even shown that many cats this spot before," he said, glancing back at Valleyswirl and flashing a lopsided grin. "Its my little safe-haven."
He moved aside so that she could get a better view of the little hollow. It was no surprise that with the warmer weather, little green sprouts had sprung from the soil; a few flowers had even began to bud. "Its nothing to marvel at yet, sight wise. But I think its also pretty fun to see how they grow, too."
