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Cadet Zion nosed forward a massive snowball before patting it into place. He was released temporarily from the prison on the grounds that he would help create a barrier to buffer out the strong winds and then be placed back inside. He was one of the only volunteers that was willing to put effort into the labor and wasn't already sleeping. Cadet Zion was about the age of an older apprentice and had already explained multiple times during his interrogation that he had no fighting skills because he solely hunted, nothing else.
The cadet walked around to the other side to see if the mound of snow was taller than him yet, but when it wasn't he started building up more snowballs to pack into the mound. His white fur almost made him vanish in the snow, which was probably a worry that he could escape, but his fur wasn't exactly long. Through the wind the guard could just make out Cadet Zions lightning green eyes that were typically hidden underneath his moppy fur like a sheep dog.
"Hey, guard person, how long should I make this snow mound, like around the whole camp or did they just want it where it shields the nursery more?" Cadet Zion asked.
Of course she had volunteered for this, and she had to admit the young tom was doing a fine job despite the fact that he was being held as a prisoner, but the more she stood watch over him the more she came to realize how short her fuse truly was with him. "I told you before, I have a name... its Wolfbee." She let out a huff, looking on at the cadet with annoyance radiating deep in her green and brown flecked eyes, although she was a large and intimidating feline her personality was normally relaxing and soft, standing here in this moment though with a scowl painted on her face that would be hard to believe.
"Just start around the nursery here, it would be unrealistic to think such a small cat like you would be able to build a barrier around the entire camp alone." Wolfbee let out a quiet sigh, walking to the mound he had begun to check its stability.
His ears flattened hearing the she-cat scold at him and his shoulders immediately slumped over, "Oh okay... Wolfbee." He repeated testing out how it sounded, not a moment later he added, "I'm sorry, I just forgot your name, they're a bit longer than Regime names." It was hard to tell how hurt he was by this, his long fur covered his eyes like moppy bangs making his expression unreadable most of the time. When they had fought he had been brave because he had to. Usually he found that he could only be fearless and step out of the "golden boy" of Renegade Regime persona if he put on his mask and went out into the night to steal prey for his home. Now that he was caught and there was no way of going home to put on that mask it was hard to not be afraid. Outsiders were talked up to be reckless people who easily risked other cats lives by throwing them into pointless wars over prey and territory. Wolfbee had seemed nice at first, but after being snapped at he felt intimidated once more by all the stories he had heard about surface dwellers.
He pushed up the mounds of snow taking the time to pack them in tightly. Having worked with dirt, rock, and clay all of his life having something so light and easy to mold was refreshing so despite being young he was making excellent progress and quality job. He jumped up on top of the mold he made so far and began to stomp around on top of it knowing some cat would do that and didn't need them falling through and suffocating. As he did so he spoke once more, this time his usual cheery tune was back, "Is that an actual insect, the wolf bee? Because if it's not I could imagine it being a fluffy bee with a bad sting, actually maybe it doesn't sting and instead is an insect that bites."
She was stunned by his quick apology, was this the same tom who had attempted so bravely to rescue and protect his friends? "Ah, it's okay. Your name is Zion right?" She said the name slowly, trying to pronounce it correctly, but it did feel rather strange saying it. As she spoke, her paws steadily pressed on the mound of snow he had built up, both checking that it would hold and further compacting it with her heavier weight.
"A wolf bee... insect." It took her a moment to understand, but as the rest of his words met her ears she began to nod. "There is such a thing as a Beewolf, it's a type of wasp that supposedly preys on bees." She wasn't sure if that was the inspiration for her name though, she had been born the strongest and largest of her litter, so much so the others didn't live past kit age. As the memory flooded back her eyes grew distant, but she shook it away. Wolfbee let out a laugh and turned to Zion with a smile. "Have you ever seen a fluffy bee?" It was a rare site to see the buzzing creatures so deep in the snowy terrain, he was more likely to see them than her.
"Yeah, Zion, it means highest point, like a mountain. Although our names don't carry as much meaning as warrior names," Cadet Zion explained, but also added, "But I'm Cadet Zion, I'm Zion when I become a fully trained scout. I'm supposed to have my ceremony soon, but I think it might be majorly postponed from, y'know, the whole being imprisoned thing."
"NO WAY. That's so wild!" He said looking genuinely impressed and taken aback by the idea that such a bee existed," He nodded along to her next comment, "Yeah, I have seen a fluffy bee, but usually i just see wasps, they live underground too so the Regime has had a few run ins, but luckily not a lot."
He jumped down from the mound once he was happy that by its stability and moved onto pushing more snow around the perimeter. He worked fast to make a long mound of snow along the nursery outline, almost cradling it, but the mound was very short and in no way even a few inches above ground, but he was only mapping it out. With a nod he sat down letting out a tired sigh, "Hey Wolfbee, can I take a five minute recess to cool off?"
The calico tabby she-cat smiled at his reaction to her words, pushing away the feeling of guilt that he would have to wait for his promotion longer than expected, he and his friends had put themselves in this position by entering Winterclans land but his sense of innocence still tugged at her. "Go ahead and take a break, Cadet Zion. You're a hard worker, even though this isn't your home." Hearing him say her name pleased her, and many of her clanmates would probably be angry seeing her treat the young invader so nicely but, thats how she was. She didn't see blood ties the ways they did, she judged not on origin but personality and the choices one made along with other variables.
"Are you hungry?" She asked, looking from him to the fresh-kill pile, he would need the energy to finish this task.
"Uhh," Cadet Zion began and on cue his stomach rumbled, "No," he replied jokingly. He had felt guilty eating so much prey and in his heart he knew he wasn't being incredibly well fed, but it was more prey than any Regime cat was eating back home. Even the kits were hungry, he felt awful for eating so much, but at the same time he would need all of his strength to protect his friends and to keep working hard in WinterClan. If he let his hunger slow him down they might not let him out again and if he wasn't let out again he wouldn't be able to scout out anything useful to get out of here. So far he knew the camp layout well, which was good, but that was only one component, he needed more information, before he could consider running away. But at the same time he tried to be respectful to WinterClan, he knew that the Regime would have reacted the same way and blamed himself for invading and now troubling them with more mouths to feed.
He let out a sneeze and rubbed his nose, "You know, I heard from a league cat that MountainClan cats have super genetic large lungs to breathe in thinner air. I didn't question it because I was really afraid to ask her how she knew that."
"I don't think your stomach agrees with you." She laughed, listening to the grumbling from his belly the moment he denied food. He needed to eat, he knew that and so did she, Winterclan may not be the most pleasant when it came to outsiders but that didn't mean they were barbaric enough to starve cats that they brought to their camp as prisoners. "Lets get some food, you can tell me more about my genetics." turning to lead him away, she gave him a smile.
"I would hope I have large lungs though, I'm a pretty big cat, I don;t think I would do well with small lungs." Honestly she had never thought about the air being thinner, she had always lived here. "Are you having trouble breathing here?"
"It's really hard to tell, I'm a lot more gentle because back home we all live underground. I'm used to no winds what so ever and clear air circulation," Cadet Zion said before quickly offering, "How about we both share a piece of prey. I don't-" He paused. He wanted to say that he didn't like to take prey from a clan that he didn't hunt for, but that would be the biggest lie he'd ever told. He stole prey on a daily basis for the Regime, stealing from Forest Clans to Mountain Clans because the Regime didn't have enough prey or hunters. And the one time he didn't come to steal a clans prey he got caught and punished, what were the odds? "I don't want to be greedy and eat it all."
Wolfbee couldn't imagine life without the wind, feeling the chill of the breeze through her fur was one of the most refreshing things she could think of. They truly lived such different lives, tucked away underground while she spent her days out in the open. "That's very considerate of you, alright, we can share." As she said it, she trotted to the fresh kill pile and gripped a larger hare in her jaws before rejoining the prisoner. "Have you ever had rabbit before?" She asked, setting it down between them.
"I've never had this much of a rabbit before. I'm only allowed to eat four bites at max, I could eat more, but it's very disrespectful for me to eat more than that and when I become a scout I'll be expected to eat two big mouth fulls unless everyone else has eaten... But that's not likely to happen, I know you'll probably tell everyone that, but I just had to tell someone, it's been stressing me out worrying about home," Cadet Zion admitted, he wished he could tell her more. How scarce hunters were, how everyone was too stressed to have kits so their nursery was empty. He felt so ashamed for making such a big mistake like this, to go on WinterClan territory and waste the Regime's time by not being there to provide for them.
"Oh, but I know I'm a prisoner, so you can of course have more of it or your favorite part," Cadet Zion said quickly, submissively moving his head down just a bit. Normally he wasn't quick to act pathetic, but this was Wolfbee's clan and it was his error that got him in this situation. That and he actually really liked her, he wished he had a mentor like her.
