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It had been two sunrises since his apprentice was made into a warrior, and he was glad for it. He already had more responsibility than he wanted, he didn't need an apprentice adding to that, and he and Umbramoon had never quite clicked anyway. Suffice it to say they were probably both glad to see the end of the other. But though he loathed to admit it, Chim wasn't enjoying being on his own as much as thought he would. There was a tiny bit of him that was a tiny bit lonely. It was stupid, but he couldn't help it; despite his best efforts he had grown used to the company of other cats, had started to relax around his clan once again, and that tiny bit of him that was lonely also longed a tiny bit for some company.
The deputy had already assigned patrols for the day, and he wasn't going on any of them, which left him in a bit of predicament. If he wanted to spend time with someone else, he'd have to find another excuse. His torn ear twitched back and he gathered his courage, then called out sharply to his clan:
Jaysolstice lifted his head from his paws. He glanced around the camp, waiting to see if someone else was going to volunteer and when no one did he rose to his paws. "I'll go." he offered. He'd never really interacted with his Clan's deputy, but to be honest, the grey and white tom hadn't really interacted with anyone recently. Preferring to keep to himself, especially after losing so many cats he held dear when the Clan split up. He was just thankful it was back together. But it just wasn't the same.
He was surprised to see who volunteered, though it didn’t show. He glanced at the tom and nodded curtly, then started to lead the way out of camp without another word. He had wanted to meet someone new, so this was a good start, except he wasn’t sure where to begin. Should he be serious or sarcastic? Other cats seemed relaxed around charming cats that cracked jokes a lot, but that wasn’t Chim; he wasn’t charming or funny, and when he did make a joke it was either because he was highly uncomfortable or he was mocking someone.
“How are you settling in as a warrior?” he decided to ask. It had been a difficult time for him to be promoted, from what Chim knew, because his sister had died and a few moons later the sickness had come. Chim didn’t know the details of the family drama Jaysolstice had gone through, though; he hadn’t been a very friendly cat back then.
Jaysolstice fell into step behind Chim, he wasn't particularly social and was usually comfortable with silence and from what he had gathered, so was the deputy, so he was surprised when Chim asked him how he was settling in. It took Jaysolstice's brain a few seconds to process the question. He wasn't even sure how to answer it because he didn't even know how he was truly doing. "I'm just... going through the motions, I guess. But I'm glad to be back within WaterClan." he answered. "Being deputy must be an interesting adventure?" he prompted a question in return.
His ear twitched at the answer. It wasn't much of an answer at all, but then, he couldn't blame the warrior; if a stranger asked him the same thing he wouldn't want to admit to any troubles either. Chim hardly looked the sympathetic type, and he wasn't: instead of listening to sensitive emotional issues he was more likely to just tell the other cat to grow up and stop trying to talk to me about it, i'm not your mother. So he didn't press the tom's answer, just snorted and addressed his question.
"Interesting? 'Suppose it is. But if anyone offers you the chance don't take it, it's an awful job."
"Oh, trust me, I wouldn't take the job for all the fish in the rivers. I'm not sure I'd want Violetstar's job either. I enjoy the freedom of just being a warrior a little too much to give it up." he replied lightly, half smirking. Although he would never admit it, he also enjoyed the freedom living as a loner during the ripple cough offered him too. He would never live down the guilt of abandoning his Clan and the little family he had left. He was glad his father made it out alive, they'd just started getting to know each other. Although, he lost a very dear friend and truthfully he still hadn't recovered from that loss. But the life of a loner offered a piece of freedom being a warrior never could, but that life was also hard and usually short. "You were deserving of the title though, you stuck around when most of us deserted the Clan." he added on a more serious note.
Chim grunted his agreement. He was much older than Violetstar and she had nine lives, so he didn't expect he'd ever be standing in her place, but just the thought of being so close made him recoil a bit. He wasn't a deputy, much less a leader; it was her folly to promote him to this, but it would be exceedingly worse if he became the leader of the clan. It didn't matter if he was good at it, not really: his clan wouldn't want to listen to him and a leader without support was a leader without power.
At the idea he deserved it, though, he shook his head with a bitter laugh. "Plenty of cats stuck around in the clan. Most of them died, lucky foxhearts. I don't deserve it any more than the rest of you, probably far less, I was just the only one with the guts to tell Violetstar she was being an idiot and she thought that meant I was qualified."
"Most warriors aren't brave enough to stand up to their leader. I know I'm not, unless there's something very, very bad going on. Standing up to your enemies is one thing... you're leader and Clan though, that's another." Jaysolstice said. "But I'm sure the one's who stuck around and died, didn't die quickly. I just hope when it's my time StarClan has mercy and gives me a quick death."
His voice softened as he remembered the cats that died. He had stayed behind, tended to them— there was no cure, so they had just done what they could to keep them comfortable. He had watched them wither before his eyes, cats that he had known and loved, his own daughter and son among them. Chim has caught the sickness but only briefly and when it was starting to fade, so he had eventually recovered.
He shook his head slightly. “A quick death is all any of us can hope so. But I’d rather go on my own than by someone’s claws. Sickness if it’s quick, but old age sounds tedious.”
Jaysolstice purred with amusement at Chim's last statement. "I can picture myself as an old and grumpy elder, telling war stories to the kits and bossing the apprentices' around but I don't know, the thought of dying in battle has a certain... I don't know... glory to it?" he said with a small laugh. "I know my Clan will take care of me but I don't think I want to live to the age where I can't take care of myself, you know?"
Chim nodded. He understood that. The ideal of losing control of himself made him queasy and he hoped he never reached that point again when he needed someone else to look after him. "I suppose it is glorious.... for you and your enemy both. I don't know if I want to boost someone's ego that much. I don't put up that much of a fight but no reason to let someone claim the glory of having finally killed me." Maybe it was petty or self-obsessive to not want to be murdered because of how it would benefit his killer, but he was petty and selfish.
"That makes sense, I guess. I just figure even if I'm killed in battle, I'll be dead so I won't really care." he added with an amused twitch of his whiskers.
A rare grin broke over Chim's features. "I suppose you are right," he admitted. "Death might take precedent over any concerns about the glory of your death. You'll be too busy doing... whatever you think dead cats do, I suppose."
"I'd like to believe StarClan exists." Jaysolstice stated. He paused and glanced at Chim. He wasn't sure of the tom's stance on StarClan, he knew a lot of cats didn't believe in that stuff but personally, Jaysolstice did, or at least he liked to believe that it existed. "And I hope that for each and every one of my Clanmates and myself included, when it's our time we get to enjoy nice plentiful hunting grounds and just be happy. No more battles over borders and prey or any of that nonsense." he stated, and almost instantly regretted calling battles over prey and borders nonsense. He knew it wasn't nonsense. Each Clan had their own land and prey and lived by the code so that everyone could exist peacefully and live and if it wasn't followed or defended they would be no better than rogues.
"Then do all cats hunt on the same grounds? Seems crowded," Chim meowed mildly. "Borders do seem important sometimes." His relationship with StarClan was a little more complicated. For many moons he had wavered on his beliefs and found there was little comfort in the stars even if they were real, because they hardly seemed concerned with him. But he had never been able to abandon his belief entirely, not when so many around him insisted their ancestors were real and good, and when they had chosen Violetstar for leader so clearly.
"You would say that," Jaysolstice replied with a laugh. "Truthfully I wouldn't mind being able to peacefully interact with other Clan's, especially after spending my entire life fighting them. I'm sure in a way they're all just like us. But yes, borders are important and I understand the reasoning behind them and the code but you have to admit after a life of fighting one enemy after another a little peace wouldn't be so bad, right?"
The ginger tom shrugged. "I just don't see how death turns enemies into friends. I don't imagine death gives you some infinite wisdom to forget your past and forgive those who have wronged you."
