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Oh my god they'd be those angry rival gandpas that sit on their front porch and yell "get off my lawn!" Yes let's do it! Maybe a thread where they go hunting and a storm pops up and they fall down a mudslide and refuse to call for help cus they're independent dang it ok! And so Grandsky and (does Briskfang have any family, if so insert here) go looking for them and find them covered in mud, wrestling because neither needs help and they can do it themselves so back off and watch the master have at it.
The black and white tom stretched long and slow as the cold breeze ruffled his fur beneath a clouded sky. It was warm other than the wind, a good day for hunting, if he didn't fall asleep first lying out in the warmth. Briskfang flexed his maw to loosen the stiff scar on his face, took a few steps toward the camp exit, then leaned against the camp wall to wait. He'd been told to go on a hunting patrol with Grandsky; he was a little early for their meeting, but he usually was.
(Lol omg I cant believe you actually put it at the top of the thread. They’ve been set up! Lol)
Devilhorns would do anything for his kits, had already done so much for them. So when Grandsky asked him to go patrolling with him, he had hesitated today yes. What he didn’t know was that his son had set him up. Grandsky will want waiting for him at the entrance, Briskfang was. That brat. The Lunar Guard captain had been telling him that he needed more friends, to get out and not stay cooped up in the camp. That he shouldn’t go hunting alone or do solo patrols. This was his son’s intervention, he was sure.
“Hello.” He sneered. The two toms had butted heads since day one. While Devilhorns didn’t want anymore fighting in his life, he always couldn’t back down from them. So, he refused to yield to this other tom even if it would make his life easier. Was this really who Grandsky thought would make a good friend for him? Had he raised a fool? Clearly he had.
(oops i invited the wrong cat on patrol oh well this works better cx)
That was not the voice he was expecting, or wanting, to hear. Briskfang let out a slow breath before he turned to look at Devilhorns, his dark eyes narrowing. He wanted nothing to do with the other cat - they weren't even on patrol together, to his great relief. Grandsky seemed a much more reasonable cat and he didn't understand how such a tom had come from Devilhorns of all cats. "The elder's den is over there. Do you need some help finding it? I'm going on patrol soon, but I suppose I can take a few minutes to escort a lost old tom to his nest."
(It’s a set up! Quickly scramble!! Lol. So I just now noticed the title of the thread. I love it lol. Basically explains our thread making skills here)
“Oh? I believe your the one who needs escorted. Who would even invite you on a patrol? The senile old bat you are. You probably can’t even see three feet in front of you.” The nerve of this tom, implying he needed to join the elders. Devilhorns was still just as fit as he had been before he came to a MoonClan. Grandsky would help explain, when he decided to show up. Really? Hadn’t he taught that boy how to be on time?
Briskfang snorted. "Nobody invited me on patrol, I was told to lead the patrol. That's what respected warriors do, though I wouldn't expect you to know that." That was only a small lie - he hadn't been specifically told he was leader of the patrol but he wasn't told that he wasn't either.
(Lol the truth of all our threads. Though usually it’s “what didn’t w shave a plot idea of real them already?”)
“Really? And why would anyone do that? Who would even do such a thing?” An eye roll and a huff we’re apart of Devilhorns’ reply. His eyes scanned the area, searching for his son to help clear this none sense up. Surely the tom couldn’t be far?
Grandsky had spoken to the two elder toms yesterday, only moments before he’d set out on a patrol with the rest of the lunar guard. It was unbeknownst to the two time what he’d done, but he’d do it again in a heartbeat. His father needed friends in this clan. So far all he’s done is everything and anything g he’s told and not talked to anyone besides Grandsky. The lunar guard captain couldn’t allow that to keep on as he knew his father would do just that. Devilhorns wasn’t necessarily a social tom and more so after switching clans were he felt as an outsider. So why not a tom to befriend his own age and just as stubborn? Grandsky thought it a good idea. He wasn’t so sure when he was just outside the camp entrance and could hear the two bickering like kits.
"For the good of the clan. I don't expect you to understand duty or loyalty," he told him. He turned away with a swish of his thick tail. "Is anyone else joining us or not? I don't want to listen to your chatter all day long, I'll go deaf." He wrinkled his muzzle, the left corner drooping lower than the right where a large scar split his face and jaw from a battle long ago. He wore his battle wounds with pride: the brawny warrior had always fought his hardest for his clan, and though he had mellowed out with age and become less battle-hungry, he was still a fierce defender of his clan.
Scars litter the whole of Devilhorns body and he found no beauty in any of them. Some were from true fights, but lost we’re form his on sister. Their relationship hadn’t been a pretty one. He never understood how someone could be so proud of the scars they wore when they spoke of times they lost. “I understand duty and loyalty. It has never been to a clan. Especially when they have never done anything for me but tear my family apart!” Whether it was NightClan or MoonClan, it mattered not. Constantly he was separated from his loved ones. Even now he was never around Grandsky and for a time the two clans separated them because they lived in opposite ones. But it hadn’t been safe for Grandsky and so, Devilhorns has sent him away for his own safety. While he stayed in a clan where he had enemies thanks to his sister.
"Clans don't split up families unless they're breaking the warrior code," he replied patiently. "Clans are families." He was done with this discussion. His tail waved as he turned to face the camp exit. "Come on, doesn't look like anybody else is joining us. Might as well get this over with." At least once they started to explore the territory they would be silent as they hunted, if he was lucky. He had little interest in continuing to try and teach Devilhorns common sense.
"If that's so true then why are many families split among different clans?" He could think of a few off the top of his head, not including his own. Devilhorns use to be a devote follower of the warrior code, then he'd faced the consequences of following it to a 'T'. His sister had taken it into her own claws to show his what being a warrior really was, the reason for most of his scars. She even volunteered him for things he never wanted to do and then made him until he did, holding the code over his head the whole time, calling a false warrior when he would refuse. But he followed the other tom nonetheless, determined to prove he was a fine warrior even if he believed differently than this meathead. "Believe what you want."
Grandsky barely scrambled out of the way when he heard approaching footsteps, the rest of his guard looked at him like he was crazy when he hid in the brush and waved them on. Maybe he'd just follow the two fo them, just to be sure they're okay. They were both older, after all, no point leaving them unsupervised. That'd be like releasing apprentices out into the territory with no guidance. They may know what they're doing but they were still prone to injury more easily, and both too stubborn for their own good.
"Some cats break the warrior code to start their families, and are punished rightfully. Others leave so they can find their proper place and sometimes that means not being with their family." Every was binary with Briskfang, black and white, good or evil, friend or enemy, loyal or not. His life had not been easy, but compared to others it had been comfortable because he'd never really had to grapple with his faith or anything that he couldn't fight with his claws. There was the sickness that took his mate, but even that had been easy to process because their love had been clear and unchallenged and perfect.
"Then what of mine? We were all born in NightClan." At least he and Grandsky's litter had been, his newest litter was born between him and Burningstar of NightClan after he'd moved clans. "We did not choose to be separated but we did. It was for our own safety from those within our own clan." How would he explain that? What other reasoning could be found that correlated to the warrior code to explain one's own clan turning on them? Devilhorns had never been in great standing within NIghtClan as his sister had spread rumors about him and made him seem untrustworthy. His appearance didn't help much as it pushed others off as well.
(you're at 1,111 now how special wow it's been a while since i replied here)
He snorted. "And you all made your own choices. You know why you've been broken apart, don't deny it." Briskfang did not know the details of the other's life but he was confident that it had been Devilhorn's fault.
“I made a choice to have a sister who wanted me dead from kithood? I made a choice for her to murder every litter she had? Yes, I made the choice to save Grandsky and his siblings from death at her claws. But wouldn’t you?” Devilhorns practically snarled the words, how dare the other cat act as though everything was a choice. Had this cat not lived in this world long enough to realize life wasn’t that simple? Clearly not. “Go ahead, say they were my choice. I lost my mate. She was apart of NightClan just as I was and yet she fell to a monster young. We bore no kits and yet my sister had the fortune to bare many and kill each one. Where we wanted children’s he could care less. If I had known sooner I would have saved every one of them. But I am but one cat and I control nothing!”
