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If you weren't looking for her, chances are she would be incredibly hard to find. It wasn't that her white and silver pelt particularly blended in to the midnight world around her; it did and it didn't. It was more that she knew what she was doing. She knew how to hide in plain sight. Her whiskers twitched slightly; these were lessons she had learned in her time alone. Resting on one of the large rocks in the river, Avette looked completely at ease. Her ears perked as she listened to the roaring water, her body so close to the rock that you'd miss her presence if you were taking any normal route through the territory. In her one week since joining this place, since eliminating her right to be permanently alone, Avette had learned that this spot was quickly becoming her favorite. Sure, the water was cold every time it bumbled across the stone and nipped at her belly, but this place, this place she knew was in balance. Balance was key.
The feline sighed, something that almost sounded more troubled than not. It had been an adjustment, finding a place in balance within the borders of a foreign land. She had never stayed in one place long, not after she abandoned her post in Primal Instinct. She had interacted with another loner or rogue on the occasion in her years of travel. She had righted wrongs that should never have been committed. But mostly, she had kept to herself. Her path, she had always known, was different from the cats that she saw in passing. This made the adjustment to living with others challenging. She was used to sleeping under the stars, to traveling on days that she wanted to, to never having to start converstations. It had been a mostly quite, soft life.
A life that a part of her still craved to have. Although Selene had ordained this, although this felt right, like this was where she was supposed to be, Avette was unused to having chains. She longed for the freedom to leap and run, to take responsibility as she desired and never look back. Now, she had to look back. She let out another sigh. With time, this would be easier. For now, she would just have to accept that there would be growing pains, right? She settled on this thought, before hearing the sound of another body jumping on the rocks.
He took in a deep breath through his mouth and exhaled out through his Another cool night was just what he needed. His latest visit outside of the clan territory was longer than he suspected, but that may have been due to the relations he developed there. Some were good, others...less so. But all-in-all, it was a mostly successful. After reporting his findings to Leviathan, he set off to clear his mind. He visited his usual spots before heading to the river to get a sip of water. However on his way there, he picked up on an unfamiliar scent and followed it there.
"What are you doing out here?"
A spotted silver figure padded toward the riverbank, eyes flashing as the moonlight hit it. Silverstreak wasn't all too familiar with the clan's newest member but he wasn't afraid of her. He didn't expect any hostility from her, but if she was, from what he heard, from Primal Instinct, it would be safe to stay on his guard. Due to the roles of his job, he wasn't in the camp as much as before. He had only seen her in passing. This was a good opportunity to introduce himself to her. Looking her over, he got a sense that she was much like himself. But, from he learned from the past, looks could be deceiving. Once he was a few tail lengths away, he sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws.
"Didn't know that I needed a reason," she meowed with a faint smile as she turned her head towards him. Her laugh was breathless, airy, barely making a sound against the roar of the water. "Sometimes, it is good to get away from all of the noise to just think. Night was always my favorite time to, but, well, it's a lot less quiet after dark than I'm used to." Her smile grew slightly as she gazed at him, her baby blue eyes seemingly staring right through the other. It amused her that it was clear that he wasn't completely settled around her.
"It looks like my reputation proceeds me," she mewed with a sigh, although the sigh was neither pleased nor displeased. Truthfully, Primal Instinct was little more than a memory to her. Her time in the league haunted her. She had been born there, heir to a throne, daughter of the Shaman and Nemesis. She had been raised in the middle of a blood bath, and she understood that this made her dangerous. But, Primal Instinct had never been a home to her. The day her father deserted the group, she followed, a puppy who wanted to see the world. The rest, the rest was history. "I assure you, I do not intend to revert to any of my origin's qualities." She offered this with another laugh, although there was a darkness that lingered if you listened closely enough. It was half a lie- Avette did as she needed to to set things back to balance, to right the world's wrongs. But, it was also a half truth- the further she distanced herself from Primal Instinct, especially in this particular moment, the better.
"I don't think we've met around the camp anywhere," she meowed. If she had ever spoken to this cat, or seen him more than in passing, she'd remember him. Avette seemed incapable of forgetting. "My name is Avette." and I'm your new boss. She didn't say the next words. After all, it was as of yet unannounced that the white and grey cat would soon be named Archbishop. She had told Leviathan to take his time with his decision. She was patient, and still needed time to process how she felt about getting here. "The way you hold yourself, are you a bishop, then?"
He shrugged. "I suppose your're right," he said calmly. He returned her gaze, but not the smile. Something about it seemed inauthentic or lacking true emotion behind it. He held back his skepticism and continued on. "Any night out here is a good night to get away from normal life, but it will be different from what you're used to, I bet," he meowed. Her saying that her old lifestyle wouldn't resurface didn't put him at ease. If past experiences with cats outside of the clan have taught him anything, it's to not take their word. Better to be safe than sorry. He nodded in response to her question. "No, we haven't met,"he responded. "I'm Silverstreak and yes, I am a Bishop," he responded. He was curious about something though. What would bring her here of all places?
Perhaps it was good for the tom to not trust her, but perhaps it wasn't. It would make things moving forward relatively complicated, but she was used to complications, it seemed. She shifted her position to look more completely at him, and this time amusement flashed in her gaze. "You'll learn in good time that that isn't uncommon," she meowed, perhaps more to herself than to him. It was a bold statement, particularly because of their current power imbalance, but she supposed that would sort itself out in time. Her whiskers twitched, before she considered his next words.
"You're right," she then meowed, fully comprehending the irony of her statement. "It is an adjustment, that is for sure, but the better things in life always are." She tilted her head to the side as she flicked her tail thoughtfully. She then looked away for a moment, lost deep in her thoughts. Her adjustment wouldn't be seamless, but it would be worthwhile. She just had to tell herself that.
When he said his name, her attention drifted back to his form. Silverstreak, a fitting name. A bizarre name to her, she still didn't understand clan names, but it suited him. "Silverstreak," she repeated, the tip of her tail twitching. "Which district-thing are you in control of?"
His fur prickled with slight annoyance. For someone so green to the area, she acted as if she was above him. Those who behaved as if they were high and mighty didn't sit well with him. But her words did puzzle him. You'll learn in good time? What could she possibly mean by that?" He shifted his paws to get into a more direct position. "Hmm...I suppose," replied, the only way he figured he could respond.
For a moment, he retreated back into his mind. He thought back to when Leviathan took over leadership of MoonClan. He was an outsider himself, so Silverstreak didn't completely trust him. He respected the position rather than the individual who held it, with no shame. Change wasn't something he was strongly against but too much of it made it seem suspect. From the MoonClan he was born into, its current state was vastly different. All these outsiders were off-putting. When Leviathan offered him the Bishop role, he not only took it on as an opportunity to expand relations with the neighboring clans but to seek out some allies within them. Just in case.
He was brought back to the real world, when he heard a question be asked. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he replied, "Ah, I oversee relations with the clans in the Mountains." Taking this chance to learn more about the she-cat, he asked a question. "Are you familiar with them, Avette?"
It amused her that she could tell he didn’t quite know how to respond. Part of her wanted to let him know now, to come right out and say the thing that she knew and he didn’t. However, she figured that Leviathan would as soon as it was time. She didn’t know when that would be, and she wasn’t particularly pressed to rise to the formal position quickly, so until the right time came, she would continue to leave hints. One day, her hints would all line up.
Her ear twitched as he continued. The Mountain Clan Bishop, how interesting. She still wasn’t entirely sure what the bishops did, or how they got to be for the groups they did. Had Levee given them their position for a particular reason? Was there something about Silverstreak that echoed Mountain Clan values? She’d have to remember to ask, at least sometime. “They seem like the only normal clans left, and even they aren’t too normal,” she meowed, before she felt blood rush to her cheeks. She should not have just said that. Offering an embarrassed smile, she spoke again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just been fascinating to watch all of the clans change from the outside. Summer and SpringClans seem like the most stable, or just least newsworthy. How are the relations with them?”
He felt his fur begin to prickle again but then he relaxed once he heard her apologize for what she said. He felt that she was talking down on MoonClan and got offended but ultimately ignored her remark in the end. "It's fine," he responded. Taking a deep breath, he responded to her question. However, he did find it odd that she was interested in knowing of interclan relations, especially if she's from Primal Instinct. From what he understood, they did their own thing. "Hmm...they're fine, I suppose. We're still in talks right now, but nothing negative has surfaced from what I can tell." He tilted his head. "I'm curious, though. Why do you ask?"
She blinked. He was a perceptive one, hmm? She would have to keep that in mind. She fully intended to figure out each strength of the bishops. Was his that he would notice things? She tipped her head slightly as she considered this. Only time would tell. She let her tail slide across the earth as he spoke. Nothing negative has surfaced, well, that wasn't surprising. In her moons of travel that marked her time between Primal Instinct and MoonClan, she had found them the most unremarkable. "No news is good news," she mewed, before blinking. Without missing a beat, the she-cat continued. "I know cats all over the world; if MoonClan had enemies outside of, well, the obvious, it'd be best that I know to sever relations now before they interfere."
No news is good news? Not necessarily true. He looked at her skeptically. "Of all the cats you know, none of them told you that they didn't like MoonClan?" He didn't trust her one bit; he shouldn't have even told her that the were in talks in all, but he slipped up. Too much information can't be given away. Just to be safe... Hie eyes widened briefly as idea manifested into his head. It may be a long shot but it was worth asking. He could possibly use it to his advantage "Speaking of cats you know, who are they?" he asked Avette. She probably won't tell me any more than she already hasn't but we'll see. He stared at her intently, his tail swishing in interest.
“I avoid SunClan, and I can’t say that I’ve heard entire groups say they don’t like MoonClan other than those cats. That doesn’t necessarily mean that it doesn’t happen, though. Some cats are just more willing to talk than others.” She tipped her head. Cats related to the League in some way were more likely to talk to her, for example, where those that detested the Revolutionary Groups were much left. She curled her tail over her paws as he spoke. Who did she know? That was a rather loaded question. “I’ve resided near to every group but the Mountain Clans. I was never a fan of the altitude.” Or found them very boring, whichever you wanted to say. “It’s been a while since I tracked anyone, though. I was kept busy by a… particular project just before I got here.” Particular project was quite the way to define the business trip she was on that led her to MoonClan territory, but some things, including the murder of a medicine cat, were best unsaid.
Everyone in the surrounding territories has heard of Moon and Sun's feud at some point or another so that's nothing new,but that doesn't entirely answer my question. Silverstreak was rather impatient, shifting his paws ever so slightly. Hmm....a "particular project?" "What do you mean by 'particular project'? If you're hear to stay, will it interfere with any MoonClan matters?" He continued to question her, his aim to gather as much intel as possible. He glanced back toward camp and shook his head before turning his gaze back to her. "Never mind that, Avette. I have other things to attend to. Do you intend on being out here all night?" He rose to his paws and turned toward home.
“If information is what you seek, it might be helpful to keep your tone cool,” she reminded him when he spoke her name. There was no bite to her words, although they were said in the same tone that he would learn one day to be the tone of her direct orders. “As for here to stay, I no longer have an option to leave.” Her tail twitched, giving him yet another cryptic answer. This one was true, though. The whole, get marked by a Goddess, find her hidden temple thing she had going for her right now pretty much made it so she had found her place, whether or not she had ever really intended on staying. She then rose to her paws to follow him. “I know that you said nevermind,” she chuckled, “but something tells me you do want to know.” There was a slight pause as the she-cat solidified exactly what she wanted to tell him. “I was trying to find an old friend. I had a few questions for her about what she knew about my father.” If it was any condolences, only one part of that was a lie, and that was the word friend. Nyiradessa, Shaman of Primal Instinct, was not, or would she ever be, considered a friend. “Unless MoonClan hates friendship, it’s of no concern.” She said the words so smoothly- she’d learned one thing from her father, and that was to schmooze.
“I had intended to, yes.” Yet another thing you will learn in time, the importance of this place. “However, I’m not chained to the idea, if you have something more pressing that I could accompany you with?”
He took her words with a grain of salt. I surely hope its not of any concern. Whatever it was she was truly here for, he didn't believe the explanation she gave him. Shrugging it off, he started off toward camp. "It has nothing to do with you at all, but if you still want to come along, sure. Why not," he said glancing back to her as he walked forward. Truth be told, he just wanted an excuse to leave this place. At this moment he felt he was wasting his time speaking to her. His fur had an itchy sensation to it. He still couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding things but something told him she was going to tell him soon enough. In due time, all will be revealed; He just had to remain patient.
