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There it was on the wind, the sweetness of his scent, sending his heart racing. After so many moons, Whiteperch had found him. Fear and uncertainty gripped his fast beating heart, ice running though his veins. Yet he couldn't help but hope. Would he remember me, he thought, brow furrowing in doubt. Turning to look back, the small tom cracked a smile at his traveling companion, someone who had had known since birth. "C'mon Blight, I think we are getting close. I can smell lots of cats from here," Whiteperch meowed, lifting his tail and giving it a wave. He still couldn't believe that he had found his brother after so many moons of thinking he was dead. He could still remember finding the blood outside of the border as an apprentice.
Blightbone took a small step forward, his pale ginger ears turned back and eyes wide. He hadn't been with a Clan in so long, he wasn't sure how he felt about being around so many cats again. But it was WaterClan . . . sort of. The scent was wrong, more of wind and grass than water. But Whiteperch had assured him that it was home. The wind picked up, bringing an unfamiliar tom scent sweeping towards him. Narrowing his eyes, he could see a lean figure creeping towards them. The fur along his spine bristled, his claws curling out and into the turf. "Cat," he garbled out, tongue fighting against him. The jagged edges of the stump brushed against the roof of his mouth reminding him once more of what he lacked.
Narrowing his eyes, Whiteperch looked out towards the distance, his whiskers quivering. He had no idea what he was going to do when he caught up with the end of the trail he was following, only hoping that the ginger tom that haunted in his dreams wouldn't hate him for leaving.
His old home was barren now; the territory had barely begun to recover from the floods that devastated it a few short moons ago and it couldn't support so many cats. He knew it, but what were they supposed to do? This land was the last bit of familiarity he had left, the one constant in his life after everything else had gone wrong, and he hated to leave it. He walked quietly onward, drifting toward the direction of the river without hurry, taking in the tiny growths beginning to poke up through the ground beneath his paws. A start... but not enough. He shook his head, bounding on further with a lash of his tail, determined if they had to leave he would at least scout ahead.
He cast a brief sideways glance at a pair of cats as they came into his sight and ignored them; more of his new warriors, he assumed, ones he didn't want to deal with yet today. He'd welcome them some other day if he hadn't already. Something felt wrong, though, and the orange tom looked down the trail again and his step paused. The tiny ghost before him could not be there, it must be someone else, yet even as he blinked hard he knew there was no other. But he'd left moons before, he couldn't be back now.
Before he was aware he had moved he was striding down to face them, half-gaze boring into Whiteperch. Time had not been kind to him, the stress of loss and leading had bled the color from his muzzle and his ribs still fought adamantly against his scraggly pelt, yet he looked prouder, fiercer. He ignored the sudden buzzing in the pit of his stomach and faced them down, head high like he had something to prove, expression hardened into a mask. Whiteperch had left him and he was not about to give an inch or show how much it hurt to be left behind.
It was strange to see him again, yet a rush of relief washed over Whiteperch so hard that he swayed on his paws. Though there was something off, despite the obvious physical difference in Chim. It was like looking at a familiar stranger, something inside was different. Fear seized him, suddenly terrified what would happen. He had left without a word, been gone for moons only to find the Clan and the cat that he loved had vanished. Taking a small step forward, Whiteperch ducked his head, eyes wide. “Chim,” he stammered, wincing when the toms scent bathed his tongue. “Chimeraheart what happened?”
Blightbone had started forward after his smaller brother, unsure of who this other cat was and why his brother had faught so fiercely to find him. He was surprised by the amount of desperation his Whiteperch’s voice, like a cat dying of thirst just having found a stream. “Perch,” he managed to meow, tail flicking uneasily behind him. There was something about the ginger cat before him that he didn’t like, a coldness to his eyes. After not having seen his brother for so long, Blightbone was very protective so his smaller sibling
"What happened?" Anger was slipping through the cracks in his voice. He fought to keep a hold on his temper, clenching his jaw as he forced his breathing to even out. "What happened is Ripple Cough came back. Floods happened. While you were off living on your own, your clan was dying." His mouth twisted bitterly. The worst moons of his life came after the warrior left, and Chim had lived through them alone. When the darkness came it was his family who had dragged him out, his friends, and they were all he needed now. As long as he kept them close he would survive.
He leaned back, directing his gaze at the unfamiliar newcomer now. "I don't know why you bothered to come back here. WaterClan is gone now. Broken. Dissolved. This isn't their land now, so get lost." It was unclaimed land now, technically, because he had refused to set down new borders. This territory wasn't his to defend and he had no right to keep them out, but the truth didn't matter right now. He had accepted everyone into his clan that had come looking, even the sons of the traitor he hated, but for the first time, he wasn't feeling so generous.
Whiteperch flinched away, the words as sharp as claws against his skin. This was not the cat that he loved, not the one he had spent moons tracking down. The pain in the words bore into his heart. They had heard rumors of WaterClans demise, but he had no idea how bad it had been. “Chim, I had to go, I had to go and find my brother.” Turning to look back at Blightbone, he motioned him forward with a small flick of his head. Turning back to the ginger tom, he raised a paw as if to step forward, almost sure that Chimeraheart wouldn’t chase him off. There’s no way he would actually hurt him, yet he was still confused at the lack of elation of their meeting. “I had to find him and then come back home,” he meowed again, cautiously putting his small white paw down.
Still unnerved and unsure, Blightbone watched the interaction between the two, holding Chimerahearts gaze when it bore into his unflinching. His hard times and life had left the tomcat sturdy and strong, despite his hard time eating. He stepped forward until he stood by his brothers shoulder, gaze never leaving the other cat.
He stiffened but made no move to chase them off. He watched Blightbone more warily now, his half-gaze betraying a flicker of surprise at the revelation. He didn't remember Whiteperch having a brother, despite growing up in the clan when he assumed both of them would be there. He hadn't been observant enough then to notice or understand what had happened to him. "You made your choice," he agreed sourly, "and you chose him. WaterClan is gone, you don't have a home here anymore."
It was unfair to treat him like this. He knew that but he was doing it anyway; he thought he was moving on, becoming better, but it was all too easy to set up walls again and keep them out. Chim closed his eye stubbornly, angry at himself. He had to let it go. "You don't have a home here anymore," he repeated, "because there's a new clan here now. And the leader is a fool."
The shock of his words caused the small tom to take a step back, ears flattening against his skull. He knew that Chimerahunt would be upset with him for having left, but denying him to return? Frowning and narrowing his eyes, Whiteperch marched forward until he was almost nose to nose with the one-eyed warrior. “Unless you’re the leader than it’s not your decision for me and Blightbone to return or not. I would have thought you were be happy to see me, or at least care I’m not dead.” Pain filled his voice, dropping to a low whisper, “I’m so sorry I left you alone. It hurt so much, I’m so sorry for what happened to the Clan and not being here to help.” Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to lean forward and press his nose into the white flecked fur on Chim’s cheek.
Blightbone frowned, shocked and sad to hear that WaterClan was no more. But it had been many moons since he had been home, he hardly remembered what it looked like.
He hated that after all this time his heart still shuddered to feel the warrior so close. "I don't care if you're sorry," he grit out slowly, "it doesn't change anything. Do you think it hurt you to leave? How do you think I felt while I watched my parents die because I wasn't enough to save them? Don't talk to me about sorry, Whiteperch." His lips curled back to show his teeth and despite the quiver in his voice, his mask was unforgiving. The last few moons had changed him, but not all for the better. He had made hard choices and he was a harsher cat now than he'd been before. Chim couldn't afford to be soft anymore.
He pulled away from him, glaring at the pair before him bitterly. "Besides, it doesn't matter, because I am the damn leader."
Just hearing his name come out of the toms maw eased some of the pain that clawed his heart, even if it was being used in anger. The frown pulled his lips down even more hearing about his hardships. Then shock following hearing that he wasn't just a deputy of a dead Clan, but the leader of a new one. Despite the anger and hostility between them, Whiteperch couldn't help but feel a prick of pride for the tom. He knew that this was something Chimerahunt never wanted, but carried his burden with dignity. "So are you saying that I couldn't join your Clan?" he asked, head tipped slightly to the side. "We would be of use, you look hungry." Turning to look at his brother, he gave Blightbone a small smile. "Blight's a great hunter."
At the sound of his name, Blightbone turned his attention back to his brother with a small nod. "Had to feed myself," he grunted out, looking down at his paws. It had been a long time since he had talked to another cat besides Whiteperch. He hadn't had to explain his tongue, or lack of, to anyone in moons. We look far better than he does, he thought, looking Chimerahunt over. Being the two of them for so long left them with enough prey between them.
The fur on his shoulders lifted and started to bristle defensively. "We're feeding ourselves just fine," he replied curtly, despite the obvious proof of the lie. He had never been well-fed, but his clan was starting to look just as desperate as he did. The prey, on land and in water, hadn't recovered properly yet from the last flood. It had been a mistake to start his clan here, but now that they were settled he was afraid to admit they had to leave. Prey might come back... but so far it hadn't, and with each passing day it became less and less likely. They didn't just need fresh hunters, they needed a new supply.
He shifted now to look at Blightbone again, hearing his speech impediment fully now that he was speaking more than one word. "What happened, you ran away from the clan when you were young and now your brother is dragging you back? If you don't want to be here, don't waste my time." His half-gaze narrowed sternly. He knew the type and he wasn't looking for any more helpless strays that would duck about at the first sign of trouble... or maybe he was just still looking for an excuse to turn them away. It would be easier if he never saw Whiteperch again, even if he knew it was wrong.
Blightbone's gaze hardened, his claws sliding out and pricking the ground underpaw. "Regime," was all he said, anger scorching his fur. He still had nightmares of them, holding him down and prying his jaws apart. He never thought he would get the taste of blood from his mouth, scared that it would stain the pale fur on his muzzle. The fear he felt being left alone, bleeding out in unknown territory lurked deep in his mind, bring out terrible nightmares on some nights.
Whiteperch immediately jumped to his brothers defense, emitting a quiet impressive snarl for such a small cat. As protective that Blightbone was of him, Whiteperch was equally protective. "He got lost as an apprentice and wandered into a place he shouldn't have and they took his tongue as a punishment," he hissed through gritted teeth, pressing his nose against Blightbone's shoulder. Turning to look at Chimerahunt through narrowed eyes he hissed, "You'd know how they are."
Yeah. Yeah, he knew. Chim closed his eye. Just like that, he knew he'd lost; there was no way he could turn the pair away now. Not when the Regime had hurt the young apprentice, not when it would mean turning away another cat just like him. They would never leave him alone and he would never forgive the tunnelers for their crimes against him, and he couldn't let anyone else suffer alone after all they'd been through.
"Fine," he sighed heavily, opened his brooding green eye again, "you can join SwiftClan if you must. Both of you." He turned his back on the pair to lead them back toward his home, the matter settled in his mind. He had made it only a pawstep when he stopped, grimaced, and looked back at them. "I should warn you... it isn't much. The clan."
Whiteperch hated himself for having brought that up, but it was the only way that Chim would understand what his brother went through, and how amazed he was to have found him alive. Hope sparked in his chest at the sound of him accepting them into the Clan, whatever it was called. Maybe it would pave a path to them growing close once more. After all, Whiteperch and Blightbone could have stayed as loners or gone to another Clan, but Whiteperch needed to go back. Home is wherever the heart is, and his was hooked into the claws of a grumpy one-eyed warrior. "Thank you Chim," he meowed softly.
Blightbone was taken aback at how easily this leader gave into his brother, especially once the regime was mentioned. He'd have to ask, but he guessed due to the missing eye that Chimerahunt, or rather, Chimerastar suffered something quite like he did. His immediate dislike of the tom softened some at that revelation, but there was still something about him that made Blightbone uneasy. But he would prove his worth, and give his all to this new Clan. It would be nice to have a home again.
His ear twitched back. They both knew he'd left Chim with no choice. "Let's just go," he muttered, turning and stalking onward again.
The fact was, knowing Whiteperch was so close to coming back home to him had an effect on Chim. He couldn't repress the lingering feelings he had for the tom and knowing he was alive and well was bringing them back to the surface, making it harder to consciously push him away. Though he was adamant he wouldn't let the little tom get so close again, he couldn't help casually tossing another look over his shoulder to reassure himself he was still there, following him, real as the ground beneath his backs.
Tail up and waving happily behind him, Whiteperch trotted after his new leader, his little legs moving twice as fast to keep up with him. "Oh Blightbone you're going to love being back in a Clan again, maybe we can try going fishing soon and hunting and get you used to hunting for others," Whiteperch babbled, some of his old cheeriness shining through. Ears shooting up, he let out a trill of wonder and meowed, "Do I need to call you Chimerastar now?"
A small smile etched it's way onto Blightbone's face as he watched Whiteperch become animated again. It was good to see him starting to be a little more happy.
At least if Blightbane had been living alone, he must be capable of hunting for himself. That was a lucky break; too many cats had joined the clan without any training and he was struggling to teach them while feeding his starving clan. Running a clan had always been difficult, but starting one was feeling impossible. "No," he answered, his ears twitching back, "it's still just Chim. Chimerastar is.... too much."
He hesitated, feeling he should acknowledge the other warrior, though he didn't know what to say to him. "... Blightbone, was it?" he glanced over his shoulder briefly. "Did I hear you can hunt?"
Whiteperch frowned slightly, not liking the touch of sadness in the ginger toms voice. He couldn't imagine what Chim was going through, leading and forming a new Clan alone out of what remained of their old one. Guilt pricked his heart once more, thinking that he should have been there by his side through all of this.
At Chim's question, Blightbone gave a small shrug and nodded. "Practice," he said, swallowing, "alone." Having already had some training in WaterClan when he was an apprentice, Blightbone had to perfect his skills after his injury and disability.
"Good. I think I've grown soft," he confessed with a shake of his head, "because we've let in far too many cats that don't know how to look after themselves. I can't even train one apprentice to hunt, I can hardly teach a whole clan." Anyone trained to hunt already was a star in his eyes. Chim's training methods could be... harsh, he supposed, because he tended to be too reticent with praise. Now, most of his apprentices had made it to adulthood just fine, but he'd heard the grumbling about his training and he couldn't disagree. Really, any cat that decided a poor mentor should be a leader should've been the first one he was suspicious of, but it was too late for that.
Whiteperch watched the conversation between his brother and the tom he had known to love, a soft smile etching it’s way onto his lips. He longed to press his nose into the ginger fur clad shoulder of Chim, but he had no idea of how the gesture would be revived. Pushing past Blightbone with a look, only to be received with a pair of rolled eyes, Whiteperch placed himself at his leaders shoulder. “So,” he meowed, trying to be nonchalant, “how’s it been?”
He bit back a sarcastic response. While sorely tempted to spit in his face and give him nothing, he did miss having him around, just a little. A lot had happened while they were apart, and he was a different cat now, but surely he hadn't changed that much. "Making this clan might be the stupidest thing I've ever done," he replied evasively, "well... second stupidest. I haven't slept in half a moon and I've got cats staring at me like a bunch of worthless kits that can't help themselves." His voice was almost affectionate.
