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He peered at his brother with confusion in his half gaze, his paw spreading wide in an open gesture, genuinely lost. They were in his den, he'd invited his brother to join him in a moment of polite weakness, but he couldn't find it in himself to exchange pleasantries. This was more important than that. He took in a breath and tried again.
"Why did you come back? Weren't you happy in SummerClan?"
"Wow, you'd think I'd at least get a 'hello, how have you been all these moons' first." The warrior commented with a sigh, tail curled around the shaggy tom's paws. Chimerastar did have a point, however. Cerberusspirit had left with the rest of his family for SummerClan when the sickness hit, prioritizing that the majority of his family remained safe over choosing to stay with the clan he grew up in. But things had changed now. Both their parents were gone, the family was, for the most part, in WaterClan again. "But anyway. No, not really. I could be content when everyone was there, but it was never 'home.' Then Wy left, and Swangrace died, and Tinybreath brought her kits here."
He stared out of the den, watching clan life go by even as they spoke. It was familiar, comfortable, even knowing that things had changed so. "When we were fighting Riverwolf's cats, it really reminded me of how much I've been missing this place. So, you're stuck with me. Someone has to make sure you don't end up in the prison of your allies again." That last bit there was a joke, only just indicated by the slight twitch of his mouth upwards in amusement. Only his brother could manage to do such a thing.
He couldn't imagine what that was like-- to define home by the cats living there, not the place itself. He had stayed behind during the sickness because WaterClan was his home and even if he rarely showed it he owed them his loyalty and his life, but his family had left because they had each other, and that was more important. He couldn't blame them for leaving, he just couldn't understand it either. Cats died, they always died, so what would Cerberusspirit do when his family was gone and he had no cats left to bind him here? It was such a fragile way to define his loyalties.
His tail thumped on the ground and he shook his head slightly. "As much as I appreciate you looking out for me," his voice edged with sarcasm, "I think I'll keep out of prison just fine on my own. I've had enough dealings with the Regime. But... are you sure this is what you want? You've never... had much luck here," he added awkwardly, "with all those... normal warrior things. Mates. Kits."
"Who says I had any more luck in SummerClan?" He countered, tilting his head slightly. "For that matter, who says I care? If I should happen upon the right cat, then I will do so. If not, well, that's okay too. What matters is that I'm here, with you, and Wy, Tiny, Rusty, and WaterClan itself. That's more than enough to keep me busy all on it's own." Cerberusspirit wasn't concerned. To be honest, he hadn't really made any friends in SummerClan, and his attachment to that place was minimal at best. Their father's family was wonderful, of course, but that place wasn't where he grew up, it didn't hold his brothers and sisters, his nieces and nephews. It didn't have the familiar places and his waterfall cavern home. It was a great place to live, and he didn't regret it, but this is where he wanted to stay, for better or worse.
"Well... alright," he admitted slowly. Most cats seemed so focus on finding and starting a family he was surprised to hear his brother didn't care, but it wasn't like Chim himself cared that much for finding another mate or looking after his existing kits, so maybe it wasn't that strange. He was silent for a beat, as if remembering that he was in charge of all this now, and dipped his head. "Then welcome home, I suppose. I'll make sure you get sent on some patrols." He stifled a groan, realizing that was his job still. He needed to find a deputy and soon.
