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She had told herself several times that she should have settled somewhere else. Anywhere else but here. Of course, it wasn't necessarily her fault that she had settled in MoonClan. What else were you to do when the group in which you were one royalty of comes crashing down? Teminine Harlow had simply been swept in whatever direction that her family had gone in when BrookClan disintegrated into nothingness. Unfortunately for her, they'd settled here. There hadn't been a particular reason for this; she would have expected to be dumped in DayClan or Primal Instinct. At least there, there were cats who knew her name and had once been her mother's allies. But, her aunt had suggested that she wanted to drop the only remaining direct heirs to the Harlow throne in a place where they would not be known. Something about how it would be good for her, teach her lessons on life. The only thing it taught Kerrigan Harlow's ace of spades was that she hated it. There was something nestled deep into her soul that knew that this was not the place she was supposed to be. She was not supposed to be practicing a religion that was now dead. She was supposed to be in the Monarchy, a crown on her head. Instead, she was in stupid MoonClan, and being nagged at by another cat, no less, for once again crossing territory lines and causing a bit of a mix up.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this,” said the nagging cat in question. “I mean—listen. I get it. You’re new to MoonClan, you’re used to a different place, you don’t want to be here. It is what it is. But if you’re going to live here,” Emile said, voice slowly rising in volume, “then you have to know where the borders are.” He gestured with his tail towards the clearing before them, the moonlight casting a long shadow across the trees. “That’s NightClan’s land, right past this line of trees here. If they catch MoonClan scent on their territory, Flamingstar will send her horde of oafs to haul ass to the border and yell at the next patrol that shows up there. Which is mostly likely going to have Remilla and I in it.”
Teminine's gaze slid to the tom with a quick anger. "You know just as well as I am that I'm not new here anymore," she responded to him, sounding just as annoyed as she ever did when talking to this particular tomcat. They didn't often interact, but when they did, she generally just ended up even more annoyted than she normally was. "Maybe I'm not a pure bred Moon baby, and we both know that I know where the borders were." After all, she had often been carted around with the siblings. She had been trained by their father, after all, and he had tried his best to seamlessly integrate her into the family. That was... perhaps a mistake, and the family would probably regret it, and it hadn't entirely worked anyways. "And ya know? Maybe if Flamingstar did send up a legion of oafs, at least it would be more entertaining than MoonClan normally is. Maybe they'll fight us and we'll have something more engaging to do than kick rocks into the river." She sighed, before she moved closer to the border. "If me stepping over the border gets you yelled at, that's almost worth it."
“So you don’t consider yourself a newbie?” Emile snorted. “Interesting. Maybe it was different in the rotting carcass of a Clan you hail from, but newbie-ness is a state of mind here in MoonClan. Are you on a mission to destroy every home your family wanders into, or are we just a special case?” He flicked an ear in irritation, casting his gaze back in the direction of camp.
It was true that Temimine had been with them for some time now, but Emile couldn’t bring himself to consider her as anything more than a distant cousin, or a weird aunt that only occasionally showed up to family gatherings. Remilla felt the same way, he was sure. “Maybe the takeaway from this,” he added, turning his gaze back toward Teminine, “is that you’re just bad at coming up with your own ways to have fun.”
Emile was perhaps the most aggravating cat she knew, she thought with a hmph. And he knew how to push her every last nerve. She found herself bristling when he referenced BrookClan. Teminine was a fighter, and it took all of her strength not to knock the tom on his tail. She supposed now was not the time, though. "Is comprehension beyond that of a kit also a state of mind here, darling? If it is, you could probably work on acheiving it, mmm?" She wasn't sure that her burn had landed, but it was said with enough fire behind her words that would leave him singed if it did.
"But you're just a special case, sweet pea." She flicked his nose with her tail. "I descended from the heavens just to ruin your life, quite truthfully. How successful am I so far?" She took another stride over the border, her muscles relaxed. "If I'm so bad at coming uo with fun, Emile dearest, why don't you convince me not to go in further?"
