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It was a gloomy day for early Greenleaf: a thick blanket of lumbering, gray clouds covered the sky from end to end. Not threatening or billowing enough to suggest rain, but instead cast a somber shadow over the territories. Not particularly bothered by the weather, however, Ratstar found himself wandering along the edge of the large lake that covered the northern half of Summerclan's territory. He didn't exactly have any sort of plan in mind; he was more curious about how far the seemingly endless body of water actually stretched. Rounding a corner northward, the leader suddenly picked up a scent in the distance that he didn't recognize. It was an old scent, one the suggested whatever it was hadn't been by in days, if not weeks. Still, the slender tabby tom was cautious as he continued along the water's edge until he reached a prominent clearing; at least, it would be, if there was anything actually there. It was a field of weeds, grass, and a couple of lonesome trees. And right in the center of it...a clear scent line, dividing the barren area in two.
"Huh," he mused out loud to himself. "Guess I've come across one o' the other clans. I didn't think Summerclan shared a northern border with anyone...wassit doin' all the ways out 'ere?"
Thistlestar padded silently at the lake's edge, one of the farthermost point of the northern part of Springclan territory. Rare did the leader ever find himself walking around these parts of Springclan, but today's daily walk required a longer distance. There was a lot on the dusty tom's mind and the thoughts could only ever be appeased with a long walk through Springclan territory. Though Springclan itself was blossoming and thriving in the new season, there was a lot of personal changes going on through his life. He was going to be a father to a litter of kits of his own. The surprise came as a shock for the leader following the stressful events of the prophetic great flood. Though he was happy to hear the news, he still struggled with the event of losing his first life, but now that he began to grow out of that trauma and experience, there was more room in his mind and heart for his impending family. The thought of Beedust brought a large smile across the leader's expression as he distractedly made his way across the lake's edge until he found the small clearing the divided Summerclan and Springclan. It was the shortest of borders and frankly, one of least concern. The relationship the two clans held had been peaceful for sometime, but with the rumors of a new leader stepping up again, Thistlestar couldn't help but be concerned.
As he neared the clearing, Thistlestar's line of vision reached for the clearing ahead, anticipating a usually lonely sight only to note what looked like a figure of a cat. All thoughts of his personal life materialized into thin air and his naturally stern expression hardened as he made his way over, his spring green eyes searching for more figures but only found one. As he neared, the sight of a cat became clearer. Thistlestar's straightened up, his already tall figure towering above the tall grass that crowned the edges of the lake.
"Good morning." Thistlestar spoke up calmly, his voice deep and peaceful, but his narrowed eyes were watchful and weary as he stumbled closer to the strange cat, noting the scent of Summerclan in the air.
"Hmm?" Ratstar had been so distracted in taking in the new scenery that he hadn't even noticed the other tom approaching, turning with a start when the deep voice suddenly cut through the quiet breeze. It took only a quick second for the leader to match the scent on his newfound companion with the one on the border line, and a pickle of surprise running through his pelt; was Springclan so protective of their land that they still marked a barren place like this, even when Summerclan had abandoned it? No, that couldn't be right, the border clearly hadn't been marked by anyone in days if not weeks, this meeting between them was obviously a change encounter. Feeling slightly better about the situation, he purposefully sat down in the dirt on his side of the border, as a show of peace, and smiled politely at Thistlestar.
"Ah, good mornin' to ya as well," he meowed good-naturedly. "No worries, pal, I'm not here to trespass or nothin'. Didn't even know this lil' patch of nowhere was even here, to be honest. Was just out for a early stroll along the shoreline."
The Springclan leader matched Ratstar's actions in an identical show of peace. "With the long reign of peace between Summerclan and Springclan, this small border is largely overseen by Summerclan." Thistlestar spoke up earnestly "Out of habit, our warriors still patrol here from time to time." The leader's deep green eyes watched the stranger cat with intrigue "You have a short time with Summerclan I assume?" Thistlestar spoke up, his tone nonthreatening, leaning more inquisitively. Every cat, Summerclan and Springclan knew of this small patch making it odd that the tom had not. Thistlestar could only naturally assume he recently joined the clan or he was just a scatterbrained Summerclan cat.
"Uh...yeah," he admitted somewhat sheepishly, internally kicking himself for taking the northern border for granted. It was worse considering that he was the leader that was forgetting to mark this area, which apparently was common kit knowledge! "I've lived in Summerclan for nearly a moon now. I'll be frank with ya, I wish someone would'a told me about this place earlier; this place is a paradise compared to where I come from." At this point, it was almost out of habit that Ratstar would talk up clan life so much, especially considering what they did for him. It was only as he finished his sentence that it occurred to him how odd his situation would sound to this warrior; Summerclan had simply gotten used to his oddities by now, but how would a Springclan cat react, upon learning a blatant outsider was leading a whole clan? It wasn't like he could hide his identity; whoever this was would probably see him at a gathering at one point or another.
"So...uh...what's your name, pal?" Ratstar decided to just rip the thorn out as quick as he could, considering this Springclan warrior probably already thought of him as an idiot.
Thistlestar listened on, watching the tom's expression as he spoke on a rather genuine admission. The Springclan leader, despite being rather traditional in the ways of clan life, was far from against taking in outsiders. Springclan was notorious for this way and actually grew stronger from it. In his experience, he knew that it was a difficult and often confusing process, one that took time to build trust for both parties. So as Thistlestar listened on, there was hint of judgement or surprise, only understanding.
The dusty-pelted tom smiled, offering a small nod of respect "Thistlestar." He spoke up, not bothering to add his title. He felt that adding the fact would deter the leader from getting to know the tom a bit more, but he was sure the Summerclan cat would connect the dots if he really had been living within the clan system for some time now. "And you are?"
It took all of his self-control to keep his jaw from hitting the freaking dirt. Thistlestar. ThistleSTAR. Oh no. Abort. ABorT. Ratstar you fool. You moron. You absolute buffoon. Dear Starclan, he really didn't expect that this was the hill he was going to die on, but he supposed that he dug himself into his own grave. That was what he deserved for wandering off of his own; he was never leaving camp without his Deputy Lemonspeckle ever again. There was a long, awkward and drawn-out pause where the two leader toms simply stared at each other, while the brown tabby desperately racked his brain for some way, any way, to get out of this situation, or, best case scenario, rewind time itself so this entire day never happened.
There was literally no way out of this, was there? So much for making a good first-impression on Summerclan's neighboring leaders. He sighed in defeat, answering the question with nothing but brutal, genuine honesty. "You probably aren't going to believe me, but my name is Ratstar. It's...nice to finally meet another clan leader?"
The smile that once graced the leader's expression faded slightly as the Summerclan cat revealed his true identity. Confusion clouded the Springclan leader's mind as he tried to piece together the tom's previous words and his introduction. The confusion didn't show on his naturally stern face, but it was all the leader could feel. Thistlestar had been a bit concerned when Summerclan had not make it to the last few gatherings. There were whispers about constant changes in leadership in Summerclan, but Thistlestar did not think it went as far as to promote a newly instated loner as the leader of the clan.
There was a long moment of pause from Thistlestar, a bit longer than a normal pause before he finally cleared his throat "Ratstar." He repeated, his voice deep as he allowed the name to roll off his tongue, still in a bit of disbelief. "It is... very nice to meet you Ratstar." He offered kindly, though the idea still seemed so odd to him. "How has the transition to clan life been for you?" Thistlestar asked carefully.
Ratstar felt his muscles relax a bit in relief. He was glad that the other leader, who wasn't as good as hiding his surprise as he might think, didn't immediately laugh him away. It was what many of his old acquaintances in twolegplace did, when he attempted to offer them a place in Summerclan. Only a small few ended up taking him up on it, though he wasn't sure why. "It's really been something," he chuckled, still somewhat nervous now that he knew Thistlestar's identity. "Summerclan's been very welcomin', and many of the young-in's have really taken a shine to me; always eager to show off their new skills or show me a new cool place in the territory." His sole eye lit up as he continued talking about the younger cats, and the interesting games the apprentices and kits got up to. After a minute of rambling, however, his gaze fell awkwardly. "Honestly, it seems like it's mainly the Senior Warriors that still ain't trustin' of me. I don't blame 'em, I'm not one of 'em. They only follow orders because Starclan chose me."
Thistlestar listened on with immense intrigue, still unsure of Summerclan's decision to promote a rouge to leader. It wasn't until Ratstar's mention of Starclan did Thistlestar finally speak up. "Starclan chose you?" Thistlestar repeated the tom's words though unlike the Summerclan leader, his was more of a question rather than a statement. Thistlestar's mind attempted to wrap around the notion but found difficultly. The only figures that could have possibly determined were the medicine cats themselves who, aside from the leader, have the strongest connection to the sacred spirit world, but Thistlestar withheld that information, instead offering the rouge turned leader the opportunity to explain himself.
"Yep, they certainly did," Ratstar answered simply, before giving a small shrug. "Frankly, they were gettin' pretty annoyin' about it. They hounded me in my dreams for weeks while I was in twolegplace; insistin' that I 'go home'. Apparently, one o' my own ancestors a forgotten time ago was a Summerclan warrior, but ran off for some reason or another. The elders and senior clan members like to preoccupy themselves with guessin' whose family I might distantly belong to. In any case, I thought I'd finally cracked and gone crazy, but days later a ran into a Summerclan patrol, askin' around for cats with strange dreams. Our Medicine Cat, Graythorn, had gotten a message himself, sayin' the next leader was gonna be there. I told 'em what I knew, and before I could even blink, I was immortal." The Summerclan leader rambled on about it like one would talk about the weather, completely oblivious to the fact that his interaction with Starclan wasn't normal in the slightest.
There was a small, internal wince of surprise, finding the tom's rather casual and slightly offense direction the Summerclan leader took in talking of Starclan. Being a highly spiritual cat himself, Thistlestar was not one to take other's lightheartedness of his spiritual beliefs, but he forced his offense to calm, giving the ex-rouge the benefit of the doubt. He was new to this world and had a lot to learn.
Hearing that the guidance of the Summerclan medicine cat and other senior members led Summerclan to find Ratstar gave the Springclan leader a small wave of reassurance, though he still couldn't help but hold an ounce of suspicion. The situation was just far too unique and one Thistlestar had never heard of. It was a internal struggle to fully trust the tom's words, but had he not had the backing of his medicine cat, Thistlestar would have completely discredited the cat. For now, only time would tell if this was truly Starclan sent.
Thistlestar remained calm and neutral, but shown no more friendliness than normally expected. This was new territory for him and he knew it would take a bit before he could truly open up more to the strange leader "Well, we all must put faith in the decisions Starclan leads." He spoke up, his answer was political and calculated as to not reveal his true feelings. "Everything has already been planned out by our ancestors, it is our role to simply have faith and move forward with good judgement." Finally, the dusty tom nodded shortly "I wish you all the luck in your leadership."
"Thank ya kindly," Ratstar replied, his voice genuine as his dipped his head in gratitude. "I wish ya the same, though you've probably got a better grasp of leadership than I do," He chuckled again, feeling far more comfortable around Thistlestar, now that he had gotten used to the other cat's presence. He seemed to have a strong belief in Starclan as well, and held an air of control and confidence that the Summerclan tom couldn't help but envy. He hoped that someday he'd feel that secure in his leadership. "I truly believe that Starclan has a reason for pickin' me, though for the life o' me I don't know what it is...yet. But I want to be a leader my ancestors can be proud of."
