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For the past moon or so - it was hard to keep track of time, in this place - the only company he ever really had was the sharp, howling winds outside of the cold, cramped cave that Winterclan used as a prison. Occasionally he would be able to strike up a brief conversation with the warriors assigned to watch him, or the ones that brought him his daily meals, though usually is was hardly more than a word or two...maybe an entire sentence if he was lucky. It was a strange situation; that Oceanscent was stuck in. Being washed away by a massive flood, only to be taken captive almost immediately after...those first days were the worst. Not knowing if any of his friends or family were alive...or even his own sister. Even now, he was still worried sick about her, but the malnourished ginger tabby had long since come to terms with his only way out: when the time came, he had to win his Gladiator Trial.
Nevertheless, it was still pretty lonely, living like this.
That is, until a few days ago when another tom was unexpectedly thrown into the prison with him; Birch, they said his name was. Oceanscent wasn't entirely sure how to approach the new face, sharing in his misery as a prisoner. But he supposed it was better company than nothing.
Birch laid uncharacteristically quiet against one of the farset back walls, his breathing heavy before the tom burst into a new cough fit. He groan under his breathe as the coughing subsided, his body weak and lame. The small speckled she-cat he and his brother Rowan had met said it was called "Greencough". There was never a name to illness in rouge life; often any ailment was either just another bother or a death sentence. The tom lapped on the cold winter air, the remnants of mint stained his taste buds. It was odd, the idea of being tend to. As a rouge, everyone had to fend for themselves. It was a comforting change, not that Birch would ever outwardly admit it.
The usual bright and intimidating amber eyes were dull and cloudy with exhaustion as he glanced around the cramped cave noting the lack of the familiar face of his brother only to spot another figure. "Oi!" Birch spoke up easily, raising his head slowly from his paws to take a better look at the cat "Have you seen a burly, sturdy brown and white tom?" He called out, his voice slightly shaky as it threatened another cough fit. "He is rather nice on the eyes but horrible social skills." He admitted nonchalantly, masking the worry that began to grow in the tom. For a moment, Birch began to fear the worst for his brother. An interrogation, torture for more information on the duo. Every fiber of his being called to find his brother, but in his state he knew he would be worthless.
Oceanscent regarded his newfound companion with a mix of tired and surprised interest, lifting his head up from where he had been sulking in the barely passable excuse for a nest that Winterclan had granted him. "Buddy, you're the first new face I've seen in a whole moon," he sighed, shifting his body to properly face the tom, flinching slightly at the sound of the other's coughing. How nice of Winterclan, to make his first real interaction in ages be with a cat suffering from Greencough. If he wasn't positive they followed the same Warrior Code as his old clan did, the tabby would've sworn they were trying to kill him. Luckily it was the only thing keeping them both from being executed outright. "Though if your companion's as ill as you are," he continued, glancing out of the cave towards the camp. "They probably stuck him in their Medicine Den for sick care. These guys are total jerks, sure, but they're not monsters."
"He isn't." Birch confirmed firmly, maybe too firmly. His deep concern for his brother showed, but he was quick to cover it up with a sly grin "Lucky bastard got away with not even a small-" Another violent cough took over the pure white tom, his eyes squeezed tightly as he painfully rode the waves of coughing. Though it was an interesting tactic to lock up intruders, Birch knew that the clan cats were harmless compared to cat he and his brother faced their whole lives. He wasn't wholesomely concerned.
"How long have they had you here?" Birch breathed, his body feeling rather weak after the fit of coughs.
"About a moon and a half. Maybe two," He answered, his brow furrowing in concern at the other tom's coughing fit. It sounded pretty painful, but Oceanscent still managed to catch the hidden concern in his eyes. "There was a massive flood on the other side of the mountain, by the swamplands." he continued casually. "I got caught in it and was swept all of the ways here; if I didn't know how to swim I'd probably be dead. But it still left me delirious enough to accidentally wander onto these guy's territory, and I've been stuck here ever since."
The tabby sighed tiredly, a flash of emotion not too dissimilar from Birch's own worry crossing over his eyes for a few seconds before disappearing. "The name's Oceanscent. How about you?"
The surprise in the tom's expression could not be hidden. "Two moons?!" The tom repeated incredulously as his mind wandered to his brother. Two moons stuck in a clan of cats. He couldn't help but shudder at the notion. At the mention of the flood, Birch perked up "You got caught in that?" He asked curiously. Though the affects of the flood did not touch Birch and his rouge group, they did come across many cats who got caught up in this unspeakable flood that wiped out many clan groups and killing many.
"Birch." The white tom perked up in a sudden wave of new energy erupted through the tom, whose signature charismatic grin returned brightly despite the raging pain in his chest.
