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The news had spread quickly through the camp: a leader had been captured and taken prisoner. He couldn't believe it at first, not when the overwhelming sense of deja vu threatened to knock him off his paws, but as the whispers grew ever louder he just felt like laughing. Of course, she hadn't learned her lesson; of course, she came back here. He could still remember her was halfway through climbing out of the prison, bloody paws and all, ready to head back to her own territory. She had nothing to stay here for now, the prisoners she'd known were long gone to another clan. It was funny; his own family had moved on, his older brother had made himself a family in a new clan, even his eldest brother had left the clan to travel with an old friend. But after all this time, Stripe was still here.
More than just here. His brother had been charged with a crime and against his better judgment, Stripe had helped him escape. He made the mistake of staying behind and now he was trapped in the prison in Wendigo's place. The moons passed by slowly.
But now, she was back.
"Hey," Stripe snarled as someone else entered the pit, lips pulled back as he glared playfully into the darkness, "didn't I warn you about coming back here, Eyeless Green? Your claws are forfeit now!"
Edited Jul 16, 2020 17:19:13 GMT -5 By Cleaver | Reason: changed his rank oops
"You gonna hold me down all night and teach me a lesson?" The she-cat asked in her pretty please, sultry tone, she never missed a beat.
Glowstar strode into view, her hour glass body bruised and battered just the way she preferred herself in an adventure like this. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you down here already," She admitted, stopping short outside of the immense darkness that engulfed Stripe all except for his illuminating eyes, "I guess you are quite the catch," She teased, but her smile was softer than tufts of sunshine. Stripe was easily someone she had formed a crush on, love at first sight really. She liked his moxie, his authority, yet inability to control her, but he could still catch her anytime. Last time had been hard to leave him, she wanted him to never let her go if it meant staying pressed up against him. Seeing his face every morning would have been a treat, a peaceful, yet adventurous life.
"Oh-- yeah? Yeah, you bet!" Stripe shot back, wishing he had something a little more clever to say. She was always a little faster with the comebacks than he was, though; he couldn't compete with the sheer insanity she came up with. Especially when she was walking toward him looking like that, he thought he was prepared but his memory hadn't captured the gleam in her eyes or how easily that soft smile knocked the air out of him.
Suddenly he was aware of quite how stupid he looked, crouched down with his fur bristling and a ridiculous grin on his face. He hoped she couldn't see him that well in the dark. Stripe straightened up and padded toward her with tentative steps. "I didn't expect to see you here either. You seem to have a bad habit of getting caught by WinterClan patrols... maybe in the future, you could try not trespassing and see how long you stay out of prison," he suggested.
"Eh, it's my home away from home," Glowstar said as she twirled around the room on her paws, her head tipped back staring at the dark starry sky above them. She stopped, her dizzy green gaze somehow falling straight onto Stripe despite her spinning sight. "What are you doing down here anyways? Naughty, naughty," She teased as she walked right by him, apparently making herself at home as she lounged in one of the open nests that could really barely be called a nest at all. The nesting material was stale and looked more like it was accumulated debris someone had taken the time to stack up.
Glowstar snuggled up into the back of the nest, her arms lounging on either side as though it had arm rests, "C'mon, spill. Or am I interrogating you this time?" She asked like it were a real question and maybe it was. The smile that tugged on her lips was dangerously deceiving, far too kind for it to be genuine. One look at her eyes and anyone would know they spelled trouble, but they rested more softly on Stripe, a playfulness to her demeanor.
Stripe laughed. Only Glowstar would consider some damp prison to be her second home and come back here willingly. He couldn't help his fledgling hope that maybe she had come back here just to see him; it was lonely down here, and her visit had been one of the most memorable instances of his life. Some cats might say his life must be boring, but he preferred to think she was just that impactful.
He trotted back toward the nest and sat down in front of it, curling his tail over his paws. A fine layer of dirt covered his coat now; when he was first imprisoned he was grooming all the time, there was nothing else to do really, but he had started to lose patches of fur from the excess activity and now he had to be more careful about when he groomed. Now he wished he had chosen to clean himself up before she arrived, but how could he have known?
"You wouldn't interrogate a hero, would you Glowstar?" His eyes widened. "After all, it's your fault I'm down here. You inspired me."
"Oh woe is you," She purred, her claws tiptoeing up to him until they curled around his chin, danger surrounding his cute face, but never piercing him, "What did mean ol' WinterClan do to my handsome warden?" She got up and moved in closer to him, she could feel his ragged fur against her healthy plush coat. But none of his features deterred her from cuddling up into him like they had been mates the whole time.
"Hah," he said nervously, a shiver of fear shooting through him as she rested her claws on his face. Stripe trusted her, she wasn't going to hurt him now, but it was hard to stifle his instincts. He'd seen how dangerous she was to herself back when she first mangled her paws escaping the prison, and he knew she must be twice as fearsome to her enemies, and he was in a vulnerable position here. But Stripe took a deep breath to drown out the fear, and he adjusted his expression back into a smile.
"We had some trouble with the white cats a while back - it's a long story, but our noble leader chose to throw my brother into prison for it. I helped him sneak out, got caught, and here I am." Stripe's breath caught in his throat as he felt her against him, and he lost track of what he wanted to say next. He leaned into her touch; then all too soon he took a few steps away, letting the fresh air clear his mind. "But if that's all news to you, I suppose you didn't come down here for a prison break?"
"Not at all, prison breaks are very stressful to plan and organize. I really only do them for DayClan's sake," Glowstar said, picking out a small piece of fuzz from her fur, "But I did come down here in the hopes of finally being tormented. I thought with new leadership maybe there would be a better chance. Instead you guys seem to just throw people in here to rot, it's very boring if you ask me. And I can tell you right now, there's is no greater death I fear than dying of boredom. What about you, what are your prison goals?"
"The new leader is far too noble to waste her time down here," Stripe agreed with a twitch of his whiskers. "You're not going to find much torture these days. The prison guards don't even stick around for long, they've really slacked off since my day. They don't even flirt with the pretty she-cats anymore." He had only been a prison guard for a day when she was there, just taking over while they were short on shifts, but he thought he had done a good job. Sure, he'd spent the night in the prison pit, but nobody had escaped.
"You're going to make fun of me if I tell you that," he accused. He sat down and studied her with a soft gaze, feeling his fear start to ebb again. Despite knowing she was dangerous, every rational thought reminding him that she could kill him in an instant, he felt safe with her down here.
