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Seasalt hissed as they scratched their paw on a sharp rock, watching as a few droplets of blood dripped onto the floor of the WinterClan camp. Life as a WinterClan prisoner was pretty much what they'd been expecting - wake up, make small talk, get hit in the face by a guard for said small talk, do some manual labour, back to bed. Rinse and repeat for days on end and that was pretty much the gist of it. Occasionally there would be some kind of commotion in the prison, like someone would claim Seasalt had stolen their scraps of food for the day. Those days were the best. Sometimes Seasalt would even do it on purpose, just for the excitement it caused.
But today was not going to be one of those days, Seasalt had realised. The knights and marquesses guarding them had started wising up to their tricks, it seemed. Right now, they'd assigned Seasalt to repair the soldier's den, after a few particularly enthusiastic students had apparently crashed into the rocks decorating the entrance and made a cat-sized hole in them. It was boring work, but Seasalt didn't really mind. It was better than participating in one of those ridiculous gladiator trials, anyway.
"Hey there, sweat pea," meowed a she-cat as she padded into the den. She'd been given the task of checking in on the cat's work. "Lookin' good so far, probably," she meowed with an unbothered ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Honestly, she didn't care if the cat did their work or not. "Kiddos really messed this one up, didn't they?" Out of all cats to send to make sure someone was doing the brutal physical labor that came with WinterClan prison status, she wasn't the best bet. However, she'd applied to be a marquess at one point in recent history, and although the results of that application hadn't been released yet, she was being held to the work load that she would as a marquees to see if she could handle it. Or, something like that. Someone had explained it to her, and she'd mostly ignored it. Just as she did with most of the things the other cats told her.
"I've heard you're a bad one, ain't ya?" Liminalgold meowed with an interested tone as she fell into a lounging position. "A real trouble maker. I like that- the prisoners that just roll about and whine that we don't treat them well or that they're hungry or that they'll make sure that WinterClan rues the day they were thrown into the prison are so boring to me. Yea, yea, we get it already, shut the hell up." She let out an amused purr, rolling to her side as she watched the cat work. "I hear that's not quite your mode of operation, though, so that's chill. I'm Liminalgold, by the way. Your bon-e-fied babysitter of the day."
"The reason the prisoners complain about being hungry is because I take all their food when they're not looking," Seasalt remarked blandly, giving Liminalgold a brief glance before re-focusing their gaze on their work. "They're also vaguely depressed, I think. Hello, Liminalgold. You already know who I am, so I won't introduce myself." They kept working in silence for a while; Seasalt was a big fan of awkward silences, so the lack of communication between the two didn't bother them.
It was after a few minutes alone to their thoughts that they frowned and spoke up again. "I thought prisoners weren't supposed to interact with soldiers."
Liminalgold smirked when they said that. "You know what? I fully support that," she meowed, before falling into the silence. She wasn't a fan of silences, really, but mostly because they reminded her of herself. Fleeting, temporary, after all, it was only time until silence broke, just like it was only time before Liminalgold would make like her namesake. During this particular silence, she found a moss ball and batted it around lazily as she watched the other work. They were surprisingly efficient, she found herself thinking lazily, before they again spoke.
She let out a purr when they spoke up again and said those particular words. She found herself rolling to her back, throwing the moss ball into the air and catching it a few times as she responded. "You know, baby doll, there are a lot of things in this world that aren't supposed to happen. Kittens aren't supposed to get sick and die, the world isn't supposed to almost end because of cryptic prophecies, and you and me ain't supposed to talk." She threw the ball into the air again, before flicking her whiskers. "Between you and me, all of the rules that govern what we should and shouldn't do, especially in this stuffy ass place, are dumb and also stupid. So, if you can keep a secret, I think we're safe."
Seasalt nodded slowly as the she-cat spoke, though they found themselves fixating on one particular thing she said. "You don't know that those kits aren't supposed to die..." they murmured, blinking slowly as their words trailed off. Some cats were doomed from the beginning, weren't they? At least, that's what they had told themselves when their family had passed. Maybe those kits were picked to die for a reason, by some strange entity no cat could claim to comprehend. Their eyes glazed over as they contemplated the existence of said entity, nodding lazily as Liminalgold kept speaking. Wait, crap. They were supposed to try being polite and listening to the she-cat, weren't they? Oops. I think she finished. Better say something.
"...Okay," Seasalt finally said, and for an extra little flourish of detail added, "That's cool, man." Hopefully they'd made some lick of sense.
"Fate is a cruel beast, but I don't want to live in a universe that arbitrarily assigns children to death," she mewed softly when they made their comment about how some were meant to die. "I'd rather just believe that it was an accident, that the universe forgot it wasn't supposed to do that." Did that make sense, perhaps not, but it was one of the few things that Liminalgold felt like had to be true. If these thigns were supposed to happen, well, that meant that life was just always going to be absolute garbage, and she didn't like that.
But, she figured that this was not the time nor the place for such a philisophical debate. Instead of continuing much longer, she sighed. "So, what brings you to the priosn, anyways? Did you kill a man, trespass, steal someone's food, set a village on fire?" When she asked this, she sent the moss ball whipping at the cat, and it hit them square in the shoulder. "Nice catch," she meowed, rolling back to a position where she'd be able to catch if they sent it on a rebound.
"I did kill a few cats," Seasalt said mildly, expression remaining blank even as the ball of moss bounced off their shoulder and landed a short distance away, just in reach of Seasalt's tail. "I don't think that's why I'm here, though. I was tracking a cat through the forest and cut through WinterClan territory, and then...I guess I stayed a bit longer than I was welcome." Which had been, like, half a day, Seasalt thought to themself with slight indignance, but - eh, who cared? Repairing dens would get them through the day. After a brief pause, they whipped their tail at the moss ball and sent it flying over to Liminalgold in a graceful arc through the air. "Alsoheycatchthis."
"Wow, a baddie," she purred, mostly to herself. There was something slightly exciting to her about being in the room with a murderer, which probably said something about the general state of the she-cats psychie. And, like, not something good about it, because she should have bristled, but instead found herself fawning slightly. This just in, Liminalgold was a True Crime blogger. She let out a dreamy sigh. "Well, sounds like a much more interesting life than anything that's ever happened here," she thought out loud, almost indignantly. "But, yeah, we aren't too friendly." Another shrug was offered to the cat with a twitch of her whiskers. She watched as the other sent the mossball flying at her, and she managed to bat it back with ace volleyball skills. Looking a little proud of herself as it sent it back to them, she smiled. "Bet patching dens is not your favorite thing, then, huh?"
"It ranks lower than batting a moss ball around, but higher than getting my face clawed off," Seasalt replied, sending the moss ball back to Liminalgold without missing a beat. Perhaps we should start our own team. "I don't mind patching the dens up, though. I'd rather do a good job of it than have one of the other prisoners screwing it up, and having to hear about it endlessly from the guards. I'm not too sure about my life being any more interesting than the life of an average WinterClan cat, either." True to character, it didn't occur to Seasalt to explain their reasoning.
"Ooo, does that mean that you like hanging out with me?" Liminalgold knew full well that the answer was probably no. She was distracting them from their work, and there was limited evidence to suggest she was anything but a nuisance. Still, maybe they enjoyed passing some time not doing back-breaking labor. Maybe they didn't. Who really knew. She caught the ball as it came back to her, although it took her a little bit of a jump because they had sent it just a little too high. To get back at them, she sent it just a little lower than she probably should have. "I suppose you're probably right," she meowed with another ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. "Life's so boring around here. Maybe I ought to go on a murderous tirade and get thrown into another clan's prison, would probably beat the monotony that this place has for me." She offered a cheeky half-smile, as a lightbulb went off in her head. Maybe she could convince them to do something exciting with her...
Seasalt's ear twitched as the moss ball dipped a little too low and caught him on the flank, bouncing off his pelt and rolling lazily into the den itself. Well, that was nice while it lasted.
"You could do that," they said, "but honestly? Murderous tirades are overrated. Besides," they continued, stopping their work on the den and turning to face Liminalgold properly for the first time since they'd started talking, "I think I know a way to make things slightly less boring, with prison only being a possibility, instead of the goal."
She was slightly disappointed when she realized she had sent it too too low, effectively ending the game. Flicking her tail in self-annoyance, she sighed, before they started talking. Immediately, she perked up and leaned closer to them. Now they were speaking her language. "Oh yeah?" she meowed, feigning an innocence that she never had ever probably had. "And what would that be?" She let out a raspy purr at the idea, her nose crinkled in intrigue as they faced her. This just got even more interesting.
Seasalt rolled her eyes. "You're a smart girl," he said, taking a quick look around to confirm there was no one else around. "Breaking a cat like me out of prison sounds a little fun, doesn't it? Probably good karma or something, too."
"Great minds think alike," she meowed with a batting of her eyelashes. She hadn't actually thought of breaking them out as an option, but it seemed like a good one all the same. If good meant vageuly suicidal, Liminalgold would definitely get beat up was what you meant by a good idea. Not that she particularly cared; her loyalties weren't with WinterClan, so the worst thing that happened was she'd have to break herself out of prison in a week and hit the road. No harm, no foul. "Although, I'm not sure I agree with you about karma. It seems like it would be expressly bad karma," she purred mischeiviously before running her tail across Seasalt's side. "Have you ever escaped from a prison sentence before?" A plan was starting to form in her head, but she wanted to make sure they hadn't already tried.
"Only, like, an emotional prison," Seasalt snorted. "It can't be too hard, can it? We're both young, charming, mildly hot. Also, you're wrong about the karma thing. It's expressly good karma. I checked with the universe."
