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There were many places he had wanted to see before he had been officially trapped in vengeance plots and demons and whatever else that was unnatural and resulted in confusion. MoonClan was one of them. He had heard rumor of the cats that slept all day and stayed up all night. Like vampires or college frat boys.
So as soon as he was released from his commitment as Winter leader, he started his nomadic adventures. First he visited his loves, Bijou of FallClan, Shadedstar of SpringClan and Doestar of SummerClan, and then he branched out to those groups he wasn’t used to.
When he finally got around to his bucket list location, he’d had a culmination of experiences. He was no longer Ghoulmask or forbid Ghoulstar. He was now simply Ghoul. He liked it. It worked well.
He wasn’t alone, though. Another nomadic and grumpy heart padded alongside him, looking much less interested and far more annoyed, if that was possible. Ghoul was like a teenager compared to Jareth’s regal and frustrated adult.
The two stopped halfway through the territory, seemingly waiting for something.
“I agreed to your harebrained scheme because it sounded like it had foundation,” the orange tabby side-eyed the white tom next to him, “but I’m starting to think it wasn’t a scheme so much as your shoving your foot in your mouth on impulse. No one is expecting us.”
Something told him to go out that night but he wasnt sure why. Maybe it was his inner voice, maybe he just felt the need to leave camp for awhile. Regardless, he left camp.
Silverstar made his way though the forest, moonlight lighting his path, he heard voices of up ahead. Hmm..that's odd. I dont remember sending any patrols out at this time....Padding toward the voices, he was met by two toms he didnt recognize. He flared up for a moment before realizing they werent of SunClan but he remained wary.. "Hello," he greeted calmly. "What brings you two here? It's not often we have visitors."
“Ah, see, told ya so.” Puffing his chest out in pride, he turned to the tom across from them. “We’re travelers hoping to learn more of your ways. And flirt.”
“No, we’re not.” Jareth raised a paw to his face and sighed into the fur.
“We’re a couple looking for sanctuary.”
“No, we’re not.”
“I got bored and rounded this foxdung up to go with me on an adventure. It led us here. Hi.”
“It pains you to be honest, doesn’t it? Was that excruciating?”
What an odd pair they were. Of all the places their adventure could have taken them, it brought them to MoonClan? Very odd. Shrugging off their exchange, he continued on. Looking between the two of them, he asked, "And what are your names?"
