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Post by strawberrycupid on May 31, 2020 23:41:10 GMT -5
(i'm moving, so if you reply and it doesn't move for a bit, don't worry. i'll reply when i get back)
Nothing alarmed him more than waking up in the middle of the night. When he shifted, nothing held him to the ground other than the warmth of the small priest promised bed. Even when the moon shone bright in the sky, it felt like that light never really reached him. Not till his gaze found the same little pinhole in the wall, where now light shone through. The only source of light in the den. And finally, after staring at his painted paws for long moments, Moonlitnocturne knew what to do.
So he moved slowly, slipping through the camp without making a sound. Even with the guards nodding off, he easily slid through a side exit and into one of the tunnels. All that wandering around with Discordantpaw was coming in handy. It was the first of many pains in his heart, those he was leaving behind. They always called him a coward, maybe they were right. Unable to face reality. Well, so be it. Was it better to be a happy coward than a depressed hero? He knew the answer here, it was one he couldn't really live with. Moonlit was never going to escape the titles already placed on him, it was better to let the ghost of him in their hearts live with them.
The curves and slopes in the tunnels fell in ways he knew they would. So when he caught the eye of the moon again, he was skirting the border. It didn't feel quite right, his pelt puffed up in the anticipation of the claws to sink into his pelt and drag him back. That flame to be stepped out. But they never came, and he almost hesitated. Like he was waiting for it, like he almost wanted it. That was absurd, he hated this place since the day his mom swallowed the poison they fed her. All of his siblings fell to it, and Moonlit was the only one who didn't fall ill, who could taste it for what it was. He wondered if that was an inherited trait as the thundering sound of pawsteps echoed behind him.
That was 3 days ago, and he barely gave himself time to rest. If he wasn't enough of a traitor already, he surely was now. The once extravagant paint swirls of reds and oranges and yellows was now a smudged mess in his white fur. That fur more hung off his starved frame, but any gurglings in his stomach or threads of pain in his feet didn't stop him. Only the ground in front of him registered in his mind. No matter where he went, he was always going to be in danger. He'd always be marked for death. This was the only way he could force Sunclan's hand to mark him for death, and of course it was after he found some will to live. It was going to be best to start anew at this rate, but as he skirted around the base of the mountain, he didn't know where to start. The unfamiliar scent that coated the area weighed him down almost as much as the sun on his back. He was only getting closer to it, and when he managed to stop to change direction, every fiber of his being cried out in pain. Moonlit couldn't stop himself from sitting down, knees knocking slightly as the wind brought the scent of something approaching him.
Beestripe was out and about, getting to know the territory SwiftClan was inhabiting right now. The deputy scented the air, hoping to pick up that of some prey that he could bring back to the camp. Instead of the warm aroma of a juicy mouse, Beestripe was smacked with the scent of a cat. It didn't carry that mingled, specific scent that SwiftClan cats carried. It was something new. Cautiously, the tom moved forward, calling out as he approached, "Who's there?" As he followed the smell, he saw a tom sitting down looking quite rough. "I'm coming closer, please don't attack," Beestripe added, hoping this stranger was too exhausted to lash out.
In the apprentice's den, Discordantpaw's eyes snapped open. A nightmare. She thought about going for a walk but decided against it; she had early training tomorrow, she'd need her rest. The calico curled up into an even tighter ball. Why did she feel so cold? It was summertime.
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A shadow lurched past Beetsripe and slammed his shoulder into the intruder's torso, sending him sprawling onto the ground. In an instant he was there again, putting all his weight against the SunClan' tom's back, immovable. One paw was on the on the back of his head and the other teasing his neck. Unsheathed claws pricked at the former Janus's throat but did not break skin. A classic pin, although a little rough.
"SunClan really doesn't miss a thing, do they?," The tom's voice was hard much like the steely grip he had on Moonlitnocturne, "Go back to your cult and leave me - and SwiftClan - out of it. But if you insist on trying again..." The tom leaned down, his muzzle right next to the other tom's ear,, "... at least give me more of a challenge next time. Shameful. I thought my mother was a smart cat, but I guess you have a new High Priestess now."
He drew his muzzle back and looked back at his deputy, a cat who he was a little iffy about before but definitely didn't care for now. He was too hesitant. Weak. Steepfall decided to pretend that he wasn't there and turned back to the SunClan tom, waiting for his response.
The dark tabby tom raised his brows in surprise. What in the name of StarClan was Steepfall thinking? Beestripe lurched forward, stopping right in front of his clanmate. "Do you know this cat?" he asked. From the looks of it, Steepfall either did and really hated the other tom or he had just completely lost it. "If he isn't dangerous, you need to let him go," he added firmly, expression still betraying his shock.
"No, but he's SunClan." Steepfall replied gruffly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed. His grip did not loosen despite his deputy's orders, "Beestripe, go find Chimerastar. I trust he will deal with this appropriately."
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 5, 2020 20:43:35 GMT -5
What was he doing? There was no way he could stop now. Even as a voice called out to him, somewhat comforting, Moonlit pulled himself back to his feet. Nope, there was no siren call. No reason to crash just yet. His first few steps were shaky and strained, a kind that made warmth radiate through him. It was nothing compared to the wind being knocked out of him, skidding along the ground on his stomach before coming to a stop. Different person, different energy. Weirdly familiar though. It was a simple pin, and he felt he could have shoved them off if his legs worked like he wanted them to. But any pushing led to the ex-Janus's paws sliding out from underneath him.
Still, a chuckle bubbled to the surface. A real one, that felt like pressure being released from a balloon. "Please. I don't care who you think you are. But if you think Sunclan would send me to come get you, you must really be a nobody." And even with the weight on his back, he felt like he could breathe again. He wasn't scared, a little phased as sharp lines became fuzzy shapes in his eyes. After Sunclan though, what else could scare him? "You could call us cut from the same cloth. It was some fool's errand that gave me this life. Trying not to waste it."
"I quit trying to understand SunClan moons before you were born, child." He said, stone-faced, although his grip loosened slightly. He was beginning to understand why this tom was here. Steepfall lived his life always assuming the worst first. If he was right, then he would be ready to face it. If he was wrong, then anything different was a good thing. When the plague first struck WaterClan he knew it wasn't going to get better, so he left; that had been the right choice. It spared him that stupid civil war and the flood that followed. He felt some guilt, who wouldn't, but anyone could have made the same choice. So, Steepfall had to assume SunClan was trying to claim his life. They'd made many attempts in the past - why should today be any different? Now that things were calming down, though, his intuition told him that he was wrong about this cat. Although SunClan didn't have any plague or civil war of flood that Steepfall knew of, he got the impression that Moonlitnocturne was a refuge, too. He wasn't that proud and haughty SunClan cat that he was expecting when he first picked up his scent. The black tom turned his head back to Beestripe, "Are you really still here?"
Beestripe was taken aback by Steepfall's comment. This tom was outwardly defiant toward him, and honestly it was kind of hurtful. He knew better than to think that all cats would like him, but blatantly disrespecting him was very unexpected. Before he could get a word in, the other two toms began talking to each other. He finally had a chance to reply as Steepfall turned back toward him to make a snarky comment.
"I am," said Beestripe, affronted at the sheer level of disdain in Steepfall's words. "One of SwiftClan's warriors just attacked a stranger before thinking, and one in rough shape at that. No offense," he added to the cat apparently from SunClan. That explained the strange markings that were smeared on his pelt. "I wasn't going to just leave you here to accidentally kill someone. Now if you would please, step off of this cat."
The deputy didn't even bother to mention Chimerastar. Perhaps later he would ask for some advice about how to deal with these sorts of situations, but for now, he was just going to handle it how he handled all other things. With love and patience.
Post by strawberrycupid on Jun 9, 2020 22:02:04 GMT -5
Moonlitnocturne reflexively prickled at the harsh tone, even though he wasn't particularly insulted by the statement. Even as the weight on his back lessened, he didn't move. He was poor at reading the air, but even he could tell this wasn't the time to try pressing Steepfall. His words left more questions than answers, ones he was in no rush to answer. Right now, Moonlit just wanted to get back up. "If you don't mind. I'll answer any questions about SunCult you have. It's no skin off my back. Really." His words were inherently rough, like his throat. Damn, he was thirsty.
