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He sighed deeply as he made his way through WinterClans territory. Long strides with heavy steps made large holes in the deep snow. With life spiraling down more and more, he found it harder to stay in WinterClan at all. Everything was changing again and he hated it. Blizzardglow set to become the next Sovereign, Wolfpaw's dead...
"Whats the point anymore?"
Roaringsun found himself drifting towards the old abandoned Regime tunnels that surprisingly still hadn't caved in. Diesdrè hadn't mentioned where she was bringing their kits to be raised, but he couldn't help but think about the posibility that they very well may have been living under his feet the entire time.
He didn't know. He tried to tell himself that he didn't care either, and for a hot minute he really did. But everything was changing, and he couldn't help but find himself longing for her again. As much as he hated it.
She was what every tom wanted, what every she-cat wanted to be, and was known as the Enchantress of the Clans.
Yet, why was she so damn lonely?
Diesdrè seemingly floated like a ghost through the tunnels, her light blue eyes darkened with grief. A certain sadness tugged at her heart, one that made her feel shallow and empty; what had she been doing with her life?
There was only one to blame, and that was Roaringsun.
He was the only tom cat that had left an impression on her. She didn't know why, or how, but he still lingered within her mind. Maybe it was their kits, mostly Aisling, having such a reckless exterior like her father, yet somehow a contradicting level-headed demeanor on the interior. She was exactly like her father, and more. Through Aisling, she had grown to love Roaringsun, and that scared her. She had never experienced love like this. Her father was a mean, nasty tom, one who tormented Diesdrè throughout the years, and for that, she couldn't love him. And then, her kits came along, and she felt a love so passionate she had never felt before; a mother's love. And now, she felt true love - one that shook her to her core.
As she drifted through the endless windings of what was known as Renegade Regime, the guider felt lost. Funny, how she was a guider, yet she didn't fit her job's description. When she first came here, she didn't know anything about herbs, yet that soon changed after watching the other guiders of the Regime. Diesdrè now knew what chervil was and it's use, as well as stinging nettle and yarrow. She knew many more herbs, of course, but that's the three ones she came to acknowledge the most. It made her feel useful, in a way, to be able to help others; it gave her purpose. And yet, here she was, wandering endlessly through the tunnels like a lost cat.
And then she smelled him. Her lost lover. Without hesitation, the grey-dappled-cream she-cat broke out into a sprint, her paws leading her to the entrance of the abandoned Regime tunnels. Before she could reach there, though, she had ran into him - quite literally. She tried to skid to a halt, she really did, but that only spurred her on faster as she toppled over Roaringsun, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
He was on his way back home, actually. He hadn't meant to be out this long as he promised Dreamingkit that he would bring her to see Blizzardglow. Now that was just another empty promise he made. He makes a lot of those, it seems, especially to his kits.
Our kits. They're our kits. Ours.
Roaringsun didn't even have an option to react when Diesdrè pummled into him at full force. His back was turned although he stood solid in his place. He smelled something. Something familiar. Something that made him stop where he stood. He couldn't really place it; it was a mix of different kinds of scents. SpringClans sweet scent lingered on her fur yet a fresh splash of the Regime filled his nostrils to the brim.
The scent of alpine filled her nostrils as the two came to rest, with her on top. Diesdrè peered down at Roaringsun, blue eyes wide with panic, shock, and overall, admiration. "I, uhm," She began, and slowly attempted to move herself off of him. "I.. hi.."
He wrapped himself around her, ensnaring her in his string grasp. He took a good whiff of her fur as he nuzzled her hard. Was this the Regime? They really were living right under his nose? He pushed her forward and looked her in the eyes as if to confirm her reality. “What... what are you doing here? Where have you been?” He figured he knew the answer but didn’t want to say it. He wanted to hear it from her.
Her body relaxed as he ensared her in his strong grip, a soft sigh floating from her lips. Was this real? Was any of this real? Maybe she was dreaming again. She gave him on good, hard look, and she decided that yes, this was real, and he was actually here. "I... I was just wandering around the tunnels, with nothing to do. All my duties have been fulfilled for the day." She meowed, which was quite odd for her to say; since when did she listen to orders? "After the rogues of SpringClan dispersed, I moved our kits to the Regime, with the promise that they'd be under the Regime's complete protection. It is quite nice there. I'm a guider, a healer." Another sigh drifted into the air as she buried her nose into his fur, breathing in his scent.
It was true. She confirmed it. “Why the Regime? Why there?” He had so many questions whirling around.
But he shook them out of his head. They didn’t matter anymore. “I’m joining you. I’m coming to the Regime to be with you.” His eyes were serious and his tone as cold as the breeze. “I can’t be here anymore. I’ll bring our kits with me, we can all be together in the Regime. I need you..... I need you.....”
"The Regime..." She, too, had questions swirling around in her mind. Why did she join there in the first place? Oh, right. To get away from her father. "Ever since we had kits, I was afraid of what my father might do to them... if he did the same thing he did to me..." She went quiet. Diesdrè hated talking about her father.
"What?!" She suddenly said, her eyes widening at his declaration. Of course, she was used to toms following her to the end of the Earth, but Roaringsun? He was completely different. He saw right through her facade, and even though he knew her, the true her, he still loved her. This baffled her to no end. "Why? Why leave WinterClan? That's all you've ever known! That's where your family is. What about your sisters? Your brothers? Wolfpaw, especially!" She knew of their warrior bond, but what she didn't know was the tragedy that had recently struck the clan.
“Wolfpaw died.” He said blankly. “Its why..... its why I must go. Theres no point in staying.” He went almost monotone for a moment as he looked out along he cliffs. Wolfpaw was honestly the only thing keeping him in WinterClan for such a long time. His brother and only solace was gone...... it was time to move onto the next thing to give him meaning: Diesdrè and their kits. “For the rest? Blizzardglow will take care of them. Shes become the Crowned now. She won’t let anything happen to them.” Then he thought for a moment. His ears pressed against his head. “Though.... I’ll miss Tigerpaw.”
“I’ll learn the ways of the Regime with you. I’m sure Dreamingkit would love it, since she’ll be an apprentice then.” He chuckled. “I don’t think Melodykit or Frozenkit would come..... but I know Dreamingkit will.”
Diesdrè's once happy features were now gone, replaced with one of sorrow and sympathy. "Oh, Roaringsun, I'm so sorry," Tears brimmed at her eyes; she knew how much Wolfpaw meant to him. With him gone, that only meant one thing: there was nothing holding him back. "I'm so, so sorry..." She buried her nose into his fur once again, tears spilling down and wetting his pelt.
"Well..." Slowly, she moved herself off of him, shaking the dirt that clung to her fur. "if that's what you want, then it's decided. I will take you and our kits to Commander Mars at dawn."
He held Diesdrè close, wrapping his half-bald tail around her body and nuzzling her hard as she wept on him. Truth be told, he loved it. It felt good to have her back, to feel her body, to smell her sweet fur. Roaringsun never thought he was deserving of anything like this before; he had lived his life surrounded by death and despair, it's almost foreign for him to think that anyone in the world would love him for who he truly was.
And then it hit him. Was he getting too close to Diesdrè? Will she be the next to go? What about the kits he's yet to meet- or one that he had been raising for five moons now? The thought made him hold her even tighter now; as if he let go, she would dissapear or die before him.
"Please, take me now. I'm ready now." He seemed a bit frantic now, but it was only because he couldn't take any more. He didn't want to go another moment without seeing Diesdrè. He wanted her to come back to camp with him, come meet their kits, bring them all into the tunnels together.
He just couldn't stand being apart from anyone anymore.
Diesdrè frowned. She couldn't take him now, not like this, not on such short notice; she has to mentally prepare for him to come stay with her, permanently. "Not tonight, love, shhhh," She said, drawing close to him once more, to where their furs were barely brushing against one another's. "I'll come back with you to your camp tonight, I know your new leader will find understanding in you leaving. We will stay the night, give yourself time to say good-bye to your family, and then at dawn, we leave." She offered a warm smile.
"Moooom!" Came a loud, obnoxious voice, belonging to none other than Aisling. The small, dark grey-dappled-cream she-cat was scouring the tunnels for her mother, following her scent. Her training was done for the day, and she was tired, way too tired, but she wanted to see her mother before she went to bed. As she came close, she saw the form of her mother nestled up against a stranger, and her heart dropped. "Uhhh... what in StarClan's name are you doing?" She meowed, her voice accusing.
Roaringsun frowned slightly. He really didn't want to wait and go back to WinterClan. What was there to go back to? Why did this family have to know he was leaving? Blizzardglow would absolutely kill him, his younger siblings would be distraught that he's taking their nieces away- especially Tigerpaw. He watched Dreamingkit like a hawk; as if the kit was his own daughter instead of her uncle. Yet... the comfort of sleeping next to her tonight, the hope he felt knowing that she would come back with him.... that turned his frown upside down.
His head shot up and ears twitched towards Aisling's calls. Amber eyes widened. Wasn't this... wasn't this one of his kits? Of course, mouse-brain! She just called Diesdrè mom! He sighed deeply, letting his breath linger and dissipate slowly. "Starclan? Aren't you taught about a different God?" He chuckled. Maybe that was Diesdrè's doing? He loosened his grip on his mate- man did it feel good to finally say that- and gave his young daughter a bright smile. Bright for Roaringsun, at least. "You're a spunky one, aren't you? What's your name, honey?"
"Mama taught me everything there is to know about StarClan," Aisling countered in a hiss, her tail lashing out behind her. "I should be asking you your name, trespasser! And why are you getting too friendly with my ma?!"
Diesdrè let out a bright, genuine laugh at Aisling's outburst, one that was rarely heard. She was getting better now, at being kind, all because of her kits. "Aisling, darling," She began with a purr, approaching her daughter and rasping her tongue over the younger's head to calm her, "I want you to introduce you to someone. This, is Roaringsun," She meowed, turning back towards her mate and sending a playful wink in his direction.
Aisling's eyes widened at his name, and her jaw dropped. "R.. Roaringsun?" She said, tears brimming in her bright amber eyes. "It's actually you! Truly you!" She cried out, pushing past Diesdrè and barreling towards him and knocking him over. A flurry of purrs left her throat as she began to cover him in kisses, all the while weeping. "I've been waiting for this day my entire life! You have no idea!" She wailed, her body shaking.
Not only did he find his mate again, but one of his kits actually liked him? His kits in WinterClan all used and abused him, taking advantage of his absolute need to feel some sort of purpose. He figured that if he did his kits biddings and let them get their ways- no matter how shallow it may be- that they would eventually come around. So far: Melodykit can't stand looking at him, Dreamingkit doesn't know the word 'no', and Snowkit.... he really didn't have any connection to Snowkit. The daughter he named after his own brother, the kit he tried the hardest for.... they were just detached.
Roaringsun laughed and wrapped his daughter in the same bearhug that he stuck Diesdrè in before. "WHOA! Aisling!" He managed as she knocked the wind out of him again. Maybe he'll gain some weight in the Regime and learn to stand his ground. "You pack a real punch! You're just like your mother, huh." He chuckled lightly, licking her face and nuzzling her hard. "Where're your siblings? What are their names? Are they still alive?" He had so many questions about his three other kits- who he didn't even know what Diesdrè named them in the Regime- though he remembered their small faces clearly. In his mind, he had Clan names picked for every one of his kits- no matter where they lived. It was his small way of keeping a sliver of hope they that were still alive and well.
Diesdrè watched as the duo warmed up to each other immediately, and her heart was happy - truly happy. She never knew the meaning of family before, but now, she knew; true and unconditional love.
Aisling grinned at her father, enjoying his embrace. "Oh yeah! They're all pretty rambunctious," She joked, shaking her head. "There's Blakely and Cillian, my brothers, and then Sorcha, my sister. We've all heard about you! Mama said you come from WinterClan, a cold, snowy alpine! No wonder your fur is so thick!"
"Blakely, Cillian, and Sorcha." He repeated the names in his head. Which ones were which? What paths had they chosen? He knew the Regime had different jobs depending on a cats preference; Diesdrè had chosen the path of a Guider. What did Aisling choose? No matter- this was no time for that. He'll learn once he moves in.
"Yes. WinterClan is very cold and most of us have fur that helps to survive. Your uncle Wolfpaw used to have the fluffiest coat I've ever seen." Yes. Maybe this was his new purpose now. To keep Wolfpaw's memory alive. "Did you know you have more sisters and another brother? And so many aunts and uncles?" Talking about it now made him sadder, though he kept a cheery smile for Aisling. Cheetahpaw, Cougarpaw... he was leaving so much more behind than he thought. He would make sure to teach his kits all about WinterClan and his family, then, just as Diesdrè had started.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 0:46:35 GMT -5
“There are honestly so many of us that it’s impossible to keep up.”
Tigerpaw’s teasing voice sounded from nearby and he padded towards the two with a mischievous smile on his maw. “Now, now. What do we have here? A party and I wasn’t invited?” He let out a fake, bemused gasp before beckoning another cat forward with his tail. “Dreamingkit, I hope you haven’t gotten lost yet.” His eyes fell protectively on the little she-cat behind him before they shifted to Diesdrè. The orange tom fought back a roll of his eyes. What in the world was she doing back? He had a pretty good idea...
His attention then finally turned to Aisling and the friendly, warm gleam returned to his gaze. No matter his opinion of Roaringsun’s choice of mate, this little one was definitely his niece. “And who might you be?” He purred, crouching so that he was closer to her level.
His eyes widened and his movements stopped as he heard Tigerpaw’s voice from behind. He turned his head and dilated his pupils as if stalking prey. And Dreamingkit? “Dreamingkit?! TIGERPAW?!” He gasped and let go of Aisling, standing somewhat protectively in front of his new- no- reunited family. “Tigerpaw, what are you doing here?! And why is Dreamingkit outside camp?!” He was fuming now, panting like he was ready to leap at his own brother. He was just missing the unsheathed claws.
Dreamingkit rolled her hazel eyes. “You’re too loud, dad. Yell like that and the rest of camp will come running for us!” She flicked her pale tortoiseshell-tabby tail. Hazel eyes glanced over at Diesdrè and Aisling, scanning them from top of bottom. “Who’re they? Your new family?” She popped her tongue. “You can have him, y’know, he’s sort of a lousy dad.” She giggled lightly, staring Aisling in the eyes. “Who are they, Tigerpaw? Where they from?” She looked up at her uncle, the only adult figure she truly trusted and listened to.
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on May 31, 2019 13:43:36 GMT -5
This time Tigerpaw allowed his eyes to roll at his brother's dramatic response. "Come on, Roaringsun. You know Dreamingkit is safe with me." He told him coolly before turning his gaze to Dreamingkit. "Well, I'm not sure where they are from now." He began with her latter question with a cheeky smile. "This one prances from one group to the next so there is no telling. But--uh-- perhaps your dad should tell you who they are." His gaze turned expectantly on his older brother, pressure clear in their depths.
