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Lindon looked at the brook in front of him with a sigh. This would be perhaps the last time he would see the brooks in a while. Tomorrow, he would be shipped off to NightClan. There was a part of him that resented this, resented the fact that he was going to have to do this. However, it was duty, and if anything, he had been taught to respect his duty.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 23, 2018 12:56:21 GMT -5
"Is something bothering you?" Despite the lack of sight, the Dvorayne was surprisingly observant, and Silentheart approached with a pleasant smile as she inclined her head to Lindon, presuming he'd looked up at her, and that she wasn't simply nodding at the back of his head. Though, of course, neither would see it if it did happen, so there was no downside to the gesture, really.
He did look up at her, startled slightly by the voice. He hadn't expected anyone to be up this late at night, yet here she was. He frowned to himself, before deciding there was no harm in lying to her. What was the worst thing the Dvoryanne could do? Tell Kerrigan his problems? He had expressed them to her already, and she had simply reminded him that it was his duty. She had told him that a true Harlow cat never turned their back on duty.
"I'll miss this place," he meowed after a moment. "Miles and Kya, the brooks, the Harlow Den..." His voice trailed slightly, a wistful quality deep within his vocal chords. "I've never even seen NightClan, you know?" She didn't know, at least not probably. After all, Silentheart probably didn't even know what he was talking about at all.
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 24, 2018 14:37:22 GMT -5
"Why are you going to NightClan? And who says you can't stop by to visit?" The obvious answer was that Kerrigan had said to, Silentheart was more asking why the Tsar would send him to the other clan of all places. It was true, she didn't know. Springlockedgrave might, then again, the Tsar didn't like the Vrachii much, so probably no to that too. But Silentheart did now Lindon didn't seem to want to go to NightClan, more... resigned, than anything. If it were a simple mission to leave and return, she didn't really expect such a reaction. No, the Cyd talked as if he were never coming back, which the blind blue eyed feline considered worthy of questioning further.
"I probably shouldn't tell you all this," he meowed with his ear pulling close to his head. "I should tell you to wait until the morning, when the big announcement is made..." His voice trailed. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to wait until the morning, no matter how reserved he was. After all, he hadn't even properly informed his kittens yet. They knew that he was going to leave for a while, but only he and the Tsar knew why.
"I am being sent to NightClan as a deal with Burningstar," he meowed after a moment. The words felt weird for him to say. "I will take my place as a NightClan warrior there. I will be back from time to time as part of the agreement, but come tomorrow, this will no longer be my home." There was a sadness in his voice. Was he really ready to leave the place in which he was born forever?
Post by Honeystorm on Nov 28, 2018 20:20:00 GMT -5
Really, who would Silentheart tell? The information was coming out tomorrow anyway, and she had no particular desire to get Lindon, or herself, into any kind of trouble with Kerrigan. Rather, the she-cat simply leaned back with a quiet hum. "I'd ask why exactly such a deal needed to be made, but I doubt I'd like the answer, and don't believe you're quite that forthcoming." It wasn't an insult, simply the truth. He was already taking a risk by telling her this as it was, and neither of them would benefit from her knowing this extra information, particularly if the Tsar found out.
"That is a predicament, though. From the sounds of it, you've already accepted what's been ask of you, though your enthusiasm is questionable." Her whiskers twitched and she gave a small smile. "I miss the BrookClan I grew up with, you know. I've seen it as a traditional clan, as a different sort of monarchy than this, and most recently this incarnation of the clan. Along the way I've lost kits, a mate, and many, many friends. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that home is what you make of it. I know that's not particularly comforting, but you might be surprised at what you find if you give the clan a chance. At the end of the day, you can't change the circumstances, but you can change how you view it."
"I do not know the details in specific," he meowed at her first question. Kerrigan had told him a story that hadn't quite made sense. This was to protect stolen kittens, yet why weren't the kittens returned to BrookClan? Was there not a mother who longed for her infants? Perhaps that was why he felt as wrong about this as he did; it felt as if he was playing cards with the devil.
Lindon nodded slowly. "It is not my choice to deny the call of duty," he meowed, although his voice was hesitant and uncomfortable. She was right. Although he would walk right into the call of duty, this was not a task he particularly wanted to do. Had someone told him moons ago that it would have been required of him, perhaps he would have organized his life a little bit differently, made choices that made his ties to BrookClan more minimal. He listened to the words that came out of her mouth, though, his orange head tipped slightly. "I'm afraid I don't have a choice whether or not to give NightClan a chance. I've been told they are not a particularly accepting group..." His voice trailed, before he blinked. "How did you cope with such change? How did you give things a chance?"
Post by Honeystorm on Dec 30, 2018 12:40:20 GMT -5
Silentheart let out a soft chuckle. "Even so, you can choose to make the most of it, or do the bare minimum, and it may make all the difference, to NightClan, and to yourself." The older feline leaned back slightly at his question, contemplating her own answer. In some ways, his experience was not so different from hers, for neither of them had been given a choice to have their lives chance in such a way. At the same time, their situations were vastly different. He left for duty, and BrookClan would still be here for him to visit. She'd left due to being driven out, only those clanmates and relatives who survived joining her in this new place, with it's new rules and new cats.
"Partly, it was out of necessity. Whether I wanted to push forward or not, I had, and have, family that still needs me. I can't simply be content to stay in the past when there are those I care for in the present." It was true enough, and it extended even beyond her family. BrookClan as a whole needed stability, and to see others shun the future of the clan would only have created more problems to solve. "Partly, it was curiosity, to learn about the lifestyles and customs of those unlike me, and those I would come to one day accept. Mostly, however, I did it for my own happiness. I will never forget the past, or those that had meaning to me, but I could never have been happy stuck in the past wondering what might have been. So, instead, I chose to move forward, to make a place for myself and my own, wherever we may end up."
She wasn't sure that this was the answer he wanted to hear, or if it resonated with him in the slightest. All the same, it was the truth of her feelings as best she could explain them.
