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Layne unceremoniously dumped a bundle of moss and feathers outside camp. She had been tasked with cleaning out dens by someone, who specifically she couldn't recall, not that it really mattered. This was not what she had journeyed several moons for. Of course she did not expect to just be given a place in the clan, but this really felt beneath her. A lazy paw flicked dirt over the soiled bedding as her eyes search for something, anything better to do. This was her last task of the day and it was hardly noon. Perhaps a little romp around the territory might be nice.
Setting her sights on the large field of sunflowers, she headed off. Apparently there was a warm springs with an island. The brown tabby had not seen any of the territory, other than what she had been escorted past when she first joined. It seemed like after a half moon she was allowed to wander outside of camp without direct supervision. It was laughable that she would betray her true home, her ancestors in the clan could be traced back many generations. Though she preferred to skim over the fact that her parents were traitors to the clan by leaving with their unborn kits.
The colors of the sunflowers amazed her as she wove between their tall stems. Skirting around a somewhat fresh mound, she spotted the shimmer of water through the greenery. Her white paws sunk into the soft bank as she emerged to look at the Ceremonial Springs. About halfway down the shore stood the guard by the bridge. Layne knew enough not to even try to cross right now. So she settled down in the humid, warm air.
The Ceremonial Springs were not sacred to Crowpaw and he did not venture to them to praise a deity he didn't believe in. He came on his own agency, which was to feel his wrath be vindicated and to remind himself of his purpose. He stalked through sunflowers, smashed them beneath heavy paws, and would have continued stalking had he not detected a scent lifted upon the breeze. He contemplated turning around, but, as nothing in camp interested him apart from his siblings, he opted against it.
The expatriate's son raised his chin and stalked ahead. The island was nearly in view- but before that, the owner of the scent appeared, someone he didn't recognize. Since Ghostcrown's exile due to the clan's unanimous belief that he'd attempted murder, the apprentice had been found less and less in camp, even during the nights more recently. He avoided training. He wouldn't be caught sharing tongues. In fact, it was more likely to see him starting brawls with clanmates if he did appear in camp.
So Crowpaw had no idea who Layne was, but she smelled like a clanmate. "It's prettier here than up at the springs," he commented dryly, noting how her attention seemed transfixed on the island.
“Oh I suppose you’re right. Everything is always better in ones mind.” Layne turned her head to look at the apprentice. If she could recall correctly this tom was one of the children of the exiled Ghostcrown. Frankly she was surprised that Bloodystar had let him live even though it had been Jetfire’s request. Layne had brought with her high expectations of her parents birth clan, unfortunately very few of them had been met. While Bloodystar could be to blame for several reasons, she still hoped it would turn around. “Is it always like this?” She asked, hoping that Crowpaw would not be scandalized by her questioning the clan.
"Others might say no, but it's always been like this for me," was his response. He ventured closer to the initiate and took a tentative seat next to her, though it was evident in his posture that he was prepared to match her fire-for-fire if she intended to spring at him. Crowpaw veiled a deep-seated distrust in his heart, unwilling to give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Originally, he was likely to simply be ignored or shooed away, but with his sudden volatile temper and short fuse, he could never been too sure of which cats would return his aggression. "You're new here," he noted dimly, "An initiate?"
“Yes, my parents were originally from SunClan though. I was enchanted by their stories, I thought they were simply jaded and playing up the craziness of the clan. Now I realize they simply saw the truth of this place.” Her eyes looked back over the gentle bubbling water. As much as Layne had originally came to the clan just to spite her parents, she was developing relationships with others. Not to mention she did worship the Sun God, though perhaps not as extreme as some did. She did not see the need to conquer other clans for him or execute those who believed in other gods. In that sense she was moderate. All this misfortune was simply because the god had disappeared. Now Layne was uncertain if staying in the clan was the best for her.
Crow stood on that hill in the same stance he had a moon ago, before the fire and his family splintering even more and his separation from clan life. Below him, far down at the bottom of the hill, no guard posted at the land bridge any longer, the Ceremonial Springs rose untouched from the gray char and cinders. It was a stark green threaded by the pools of water and dainty streams, a fresh landmark in the center of the sea, and it mocked him. The Sun God laughed at him for believing that He would let anything happen to His precious shrine.
He rose to move forward, memories swimming in his mind, when he sensed the presence of someone else. He braced himself for a fight, but relaxed as a scent filled his nostrils. "Layne?" Crow gazed out and awaited her appearance, relieved to know his friend had escaped the inferno.
The brown tabby had been resting in the warm mineral springs, finding the water soothing on her healing burns. At the sound of her old name her ears perked up. Stepping out of the water she found Crowpaw or now just Crow. “It’s Bleedingheart now.” She spoke with a smile glad to see her friend. The black tom had been so nice when she was new and doubting her choice to join the clan. She was not above admitting she had a small crush on the tom when he was still part of the clan. Though now a moon later those feelings had faded away and he was once again just a friend.
“How has your new life been treating you?” She growled the water out of her fur as she spoke. Her right side was more or less hairless, having been burned in the fire. Though the burns were not as bad as some, the fur would eventually grow back. None of the clan had been spared the rage and flames of Bloodystar. Frankly that whole episode really showed how unfit to rule he was.
"Bleedingheart." He repeated the name, testing it out for himself, and thought to himself that it had a nice ring to it. "It fits you. Congratulations on passing inituation, and I'm happy to see you got away from the fire with your life." Crow could remember the way the smoke cloyed his senses, feel the heat of the flames singing his fur, and hear the sounds of his clanmates panicking as they all tried to escape. That was his last memory of SunClan before he'd left without even a word of warning.
He sat down beside her and let his paws dip into the refreshing feel of the water, something he'd come to enjoy lately. "Life has been actually great since I left. I've made a lot of friends, and it's nice to be around others who don't think my name is some type of bad omen. Has...has anything changed in SunClan yet? Are you all still on MoonClan territory?" Is Bloodystar dead yet? He so wanted to pose that question, but it was one he didn't want the answer to, not unless it came with the news that the tyrant Priest was six feet under.
“Yeah we are still living MoonClan, though I can’t stand it anymore. I’m over here most days.” Bleedingheart hated staying away from the home she had given so much up for. Not to mention she felt Bloodystar was loosing it more than he already was. Frankly a tiny bit of her blamed Littlestar, she should have seen that the ginger tom was not ready to lead. Perhaps in another situation he would only be a nusance instead of the terror he had ended up being. Luckily the priest promised seemed pretty sane, so that was something to look forward too. Not to mention Faithpaw had just became the soothsayer, even if she herself was not completely sure what that position did.
“I’m glad to here you found what you wanted out of life.” She had always thought that Crow seemed a little hemmed in by SunClan’s rules. The structure which provided a sort of comfort to her was not for everyone, just like the Sun God. Bleedingheart accepted that even if she truly believed in her god and wanted to share him with all. Of course the current state and ruler of SunClan was not in a good place to spread the word.
Still homeless and fractured. Though Crow felt that Bloodystar deserved to reap all he'd sown, he wouldn't wish his clanmates to suffer in this state. "I'm sorry to hear that. I had hoped the winds would have changed for SunClan, but I s'ppose not. If you get too tired of it, you're welcome to leave with me. I'm the head of a rogue group now-- The Syndicate." He was still unused to thinking of the group and its members as his, but there was a note of pride invading his tone. He turned firebright eyes on his friend, curious to see her reaction.
“Thank you, but I think for the moment I’ll try to stick it out. Bloodystar can’t lead forever and we just got a new soothsayer. That must mean the Sun God is coming back.” Bleedingheart shrugged. She still was not quite sure what the soothsayer did even if she knew it was important. But that was another issue. In the meantime she was just going to carry on in her own way, just like she did before joining the clan. “But how is your Syndicate going?” She imagined it was full of younger, idealistic felines that had big plans.
Crow reserved any remarks he had on the return of the Sun God. She knew him well enough to know why; the Sun God might have been a symbol of good fortune to many of SunClan's residents, but all it had ever been to him was a harbinger of misfortune. "To each their own," he ended up saying in response. "If ever you feel inclined to leave, the offer will always be there. There are ten of us in total as of now. Some loners, some kittypets-- mainly just a family of sorts. Similar to clan life for...normal cats." Normal cats unlike me were the words veiled beneath his statement, what he truly meant. He imagined the way he felt in his gang was the way he was supposed to feel in SunClan, had he any other name.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” As much as she loved SunClan part of her feared to raise kits in SunClan. Perhaps she might just leave if she ever wanted to raise her own kits again. Of course that would also need the approval from whoever her mate would be. But all that was far away in her future. Right now she was working on herself, what exactly that meant she wasn’t sure. Unlike Crow, she had always felt like SunClan was home. At times it felt messed up perhaps but she never wanted to leave it.
