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Cadet Zion bit into a large branch and began back up with it tugging it to the side closer to the tree line before walking back over to the path and picking up another. The high winds had sent debris from all over the lands into WinterClan, if they didn't clear the debris now the sharp branches could get buried in the snow and hurt WinterClan warriors later. Last time he was asked for the opportunity to help WinterClan, but this time he was told that he had to move the debris. It was incredibly early, the sun was barely a dot in the sky and he was meant to clear all of this out before dawn patrol left. He was just one cat, but he was remarkably fast, capable of moving objects out of the way at fast speeds. However he had been clearing branches for a while and was making great progress, but his speed was starting to slow down as he became more tired. He had been quiet the whole time, but this time instead of grabbing another branch to move out of the way he looked at Snakefang, "What's your name by the way? My name is Cadet Zion."
Snakefang shot the prisoner an incredulous look from where he sat nearby.. "Why are you just now asking me that?" he questioned. They've been out clearing debris for quite some now, but he didn't say a word until now. It was a bit of an odd question considering the circumstances. "Why the sudden interest, Cadet Zion?" he said with a hint of malice laced into his final words.
"I didn't care before, but now that you've been staring at me for half an hour I feel uncomfortable not knowing who you are," Cadet Zion explained. He didn't look like he was about to continue his work until Snakefang replied. He had stopped moving debris and instead was standing close, but off to the side looking up at him curiously.
The tom rolled his eyes. I dont care if you're comfortable or not, he thought. "My name is Snakefang," he said reluctantly. "I'm not sure why that information is important but there you go. Now, back to work. You've got a deadline to meet." he commanded, his eyes narrowing. Rising to his feet and turning his back to the prisoner, he padded a few tail lengths away to make more room for more debris to be moved.
"Snakefang is a cool name," Cadet Zion said as he looked back to the heaping mess he still had left to clean up, his tail fell in despair, there was still so much left that he had to do before dawn. He was happy to be doing something other than being alone with his thoughts though, so he began moving a few more branches dragging them out of the way, "Why were you named snake though? There aren't any snakes here," Cadet Zion pointed out finding it especially odd. After all warrior cats had meaning to their names, but Regime cats were simply, well named. Each name had a meaning, but it didn't really hold a deep value like it did in the clans. His meant highest point or raised up. He bit his teeth deep into a massive branch and began inch by inch pulling at it before giving up and opting to roll it out of the way.
"Does it really matter to you?" he said with a sigh. As it seems, now that he knows his name and becoming more personable, he gave up the act of acting cold and controlling. "My name comes from my appearance, a feature of mine really," he explained to the young cat. With a yawn, he bared his abnormally long canines. "Now, what does Cadet Zion mean? What even is a "cadet?" he questioned as he watched him clear the rest of the debris. Snakefang wasnt all too familiar with names like that. Besides some cats in neighboring clans having single names, he hadn't met someone with two separate names like his. He figured it was some sort of title but given the circumstance, he would have dropped it by now, but he wasnt sure.
"Whoa," Cadet Zion said staring in awe at the other toms canines, they were long and pointed just as snakes were, no wonder he was named Snake!
"My name means highest point like a mountain, it's kind of funny since Regime cats aren't exactly tall, it would be a burdensome since we live in tunnel systems. Cadet just means apprentice, but my full title is Scout Cadet Zion. It basically means I'm a hunter, Regime cats only practice one thing their entire life so I don't know how to engage in combat like you do, but because I focus solely on hunting I surpass the average hunting level of a fully trained warrior. I'm supposed to become a scout a few days from now, but from what I heard is that WinterClan never lets prisoners go."
He swiped his tail across the ground removing a few pointed pine needles and kicking out some stray pinecones before heading back over to remove the more larger pieces of debris. "I really hope WinterClan will reconsider, I'm a cadet so I'm used to doing chores like this, but I want to grow up at some point and commit myself rather than just being locked up and used for grunt work."
"Hm...that makes sense" he said as his tail flicked with intrigue. A scout huh? Interesting.He never learned the details of the prisoners cases or how they were captured, just that he had to keep an eye on them. "I wouldnt be so optimistic," he warned. "How was it that you became a prisoner anyway?"
"My friends and I were out exploring," Cadet Zion started and almost naturally mentioned that they had found a tunnel that led them straight to WinterClan, but he couldn't. The Regime's tunnels underneath very clan were a well preserved, age old secret. It was one of the reasons why they refused to let him and his friends go because they refused to speak. "And we found WinterClan, but the winds around here were so high that we couldn't smell the air to tell that we were past the borders. We were interrogated, but we refused to say how we got past security so now we're all trapped here. I also might have thrown a snowball in Frostcloud's face when she threatened to kill my friend..."
He seemed to be making more progress now that he was talking. He was still tired, but it took his mind off of his body aching. "Hasn't any prisoner ever gotten out or been released before?" He knew in Renegade Regime they had plenty of prisoners, but they all had a set date of being released or a planned execution. There was no such thing as eternal suffering, not being allowed to die, but not being allowed to really live either. He hadn't let the thought rest in his head that he could be locked up forever.
Is that right? Something about the story didnt add up to him but he didnt want to get hung up on the minor details so he nodded his head as he listened to the story. For a prisoner, he sure was chatty. "Heh, throwing anything at Frostcloud is a bad idea," he said with a light chuckle. "But it is what it is."
He shrugged. "I don't remember exactly, but there may have been escapes in the past but I havent had that happen in my time as a warrior. I dont know if it will work, but you could plead your case to the higher powers to let you go." he suggested. "BUT, I'm not sure how effective that will be in the long run."
Cadet Zion rubbed the back of his head, "Yeah," he said in agreement remembering how Frostcloud had reacted. It was kind of strange though, it was like she turned into an entirely different person when she was hit by the snowball. Instead she launched one at him and he launched more at her, it was fun, she was fun. That is until Cadet Louella attacked her and Lionwhisper tackled him down. But still the interaction with Frostcloud made him feel like maybe WinterClan cats might just have an icy exterior. Snakefang felt a little different, like he didn't need to act cruel and tough. He was above it and came off cooler because of it. He was interested in learning more about Snakefang, he didn't know much about him, but he felt he was probably a good warrior.
"Ah, well the higher ups are probably the ones that are enforcing I stay locked up so pleading probably won't do much. I feel bad for Louella, she's five moons old, was made a cadet a few weeks early and got banged up pretty bad by Frostcloud, not that I blame Frostcloud, there was a reason Louella was promoted early..." He said recalling that Cadet Louella had managed to draw blood on the warrior.
Cadet Zion began to pull at the last remaining branches, "Hey, we might be ahead of schedule. If I get done early does that mean I can hangout up here until dawn? Y'know, since they did say I had till done to finish this up," he had a boyish smile, young, and hopeful the way any apprentice looked at a mentor for a little more time.
The tom raised a eyebrow. Interesting....someone who actually had the forrtitude to take Frostcloud head on? Even as proficient as he was in battle, even during their training sessions, she was always a tough opponent. "I'm curious now...who is this Louella?Or rather what does she mean to you?" he asked genuinely.
Standing up, he stretched letting out another toothy yawn. Looking at the young tom up and down, he weighed his options. It was under his discretion whether or not he would allow him to relax or make up some other tasks to busy him with. Deciding against it, he sighed and sat back down. "Sure, I dont see why not." He was a bit impressed by how fast he worked though.
"Louella is my comrade, she's a new edition to Renegade Regime actually, I've even heard rumor that she's from the league, but it's just a rumor," Cadet Zion said with a shrug. He knew it was bad to spread rumors, but honestly it couldn't matter less in this moment.
Cadet Zion eagerly pulled at the last remaining branches, but stopped at a heavy log, "Hey can you helped me roll this one over?" He asked as he began pushing the log over with all his might and while it moved it only creaked softly a few inches.
The league. He had heard of the group but he wasnt all too familiar with them. For the most part, he figured it was the name of a group of allied clans but he would have to confirm with someone about that. "Interesting...."
He let out an exasperated sigh and got up again. Fine. Padding over to the log? he got into position behind it and dug his back paws into the dirt and pushed It gave him a bit of resistance, but eventually gave in and rolled out of the way. "You're welcome," he said preemptively.
"Thank-you," Cadet Zion said dipping his head to the tom before walking out of the path and sitting down underneath a neighboring tree. It was easy to cool off when he was in the coldest place around. He sighed out as his breath turning into clouds of frost around his muzzle. He knew the Regime wasn't likely to do more than ask WinterClan to release them. He was fairly certain that the Regime likely was the smallest military of the lands and even if they weren't they were likely starving more than when he left them. He looked around, tree, pebble, rock. His eyes locked onto the path, that could be a key landmark in escaping, of course not today, but the more he saw of the land the more he was able to think of a plan of escape. After all he couldn't just leave the rest of his friends.
"So I notice that the snows pretty tall around here, I always wondered how you guys managed to walk through it without freezing fast, is it because you have paths like these that are firm and easier to get to good hunting grounds faster?" Cadet Zion asked casually.
The tom nodded. "Yes," he responded as he sat down nearby. Despite his appearance, something kept him wary of the young cat. That was an odd question he thought, hes been here long enough to see this kind of thing before. "Even when fresh snow has fallen, paths like that will always be available to use for travel," he added.
Cadet Zion's mind was buzzing, so there were paths that led to key locations. Sure the whole land wasn't plowed down, but they brought you far enough and quick enough to where you needed to go. If he could get out of the prison with the cadets he could lead them across the path long enough where those with short fur could survive and then they would plow through the snow to the border for a short while until they hit the burrow entrance where they came in from. Sure it would be cold, but the distances were short and safe enough where the freezing temperatures wouldn't be the enemy. "Wow, fascinating, we live underground so paths are kind of all we know. I didn't think other clans did it too, guess that's kind of stupid to just assume we own the idea of paths," He laughed.
His eyes sharpened onto the clan, now he also knew that they routinely had patrols at dawn, not before. They would have to escape before dawns light.
"If I ever get out of here my moms going to kill me," He said with a laugh, leaning his head over his paws as he lied down, "I'm typically the golden child, always doing everything right and now a few weeks before my promotion I go and do this. I wouldn't be surprised if she whacked me across the ear a few times for this one."
"Heh, mistakes were made, huh" he commented. Snakefang looked up toward the sky, the snow surrounding them brightening as the sunlight reflected off of it. Zion mentioning his mother reminded him of his own parents, or what little he remembered of them. He could only remember the sound of their voices but nothing of their faces. He was young after all. "Your mother...what is she like?" he asked as he brought his attention back to Zion.
"Just kind of your average mom, but obviously to me she's special. She was always worried about our safety and supportive of us. She's basically super mom, her job in the Regime is to take care of kits so her whole life she was basically training to be the best mom in the world. We never got into any fights she couldn't handle, there was never a time she couldn't support us through. My sister and I grew up really close thanks to her, but my sisters trained in fighting and I'm trained in hunting. I'm almost always too busy to spend time with her. My dad meant a lot to me too... As dads do," He said, suddenly not going deeper into that. He hadn't mentioned that his dad was the ex commander of the Regime. He didn't want WinterClan to threaten specifically his life to get the Regime to submit information.
"I have a really good family life, I know a lot of people have tragic back stories, it comes with the territory when you fight for your way of life. But my families never been broken, hopefully someday my sister and I will carry on our bloodline. I'll get out of this prison though, I don't know how, but I'll make some kind of good case. Fighting my way out isn't exactly an option on account of the whole, I only know how to hunt thing. But what about you, good family life, tragic backstory?"
"You know, I shouldn't have to tell you these kinds of things," he responded. The fact of the matter was that he couldn't tell him anything about his family. He didnt remember anything and thought it would be embarrassing to say that. In an attempt to change the subject, he offered up another topic of discussion, one purely out of curiosity. "If, by some remote chance, you were able to bet set free, what would you tell your people back home? Would you seek retaliation for your treatment or would you share information in an attempt to have some sort of leverage?"
By this time now, the dawn patrols should be done with their survey and headed back to camp until the next ones are sent out later on. His stomach grumbled with hunger since he mistakenly didnt take something off the fresh kill pile. I'll give him a few more minutes before we head back.
