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His eyes twinkled like the stars appearing overhead, the distant rumble of thunder shaking through the waxy evening. Rain was on the horizon, but Cavepaw seemed eager about it if anything. He weaved his way through the territory until he came to a rise in the earth, cresting a shallow tree-locked hill, and there he settled down to watch the downpour in the distance. It was one of the few times the medicine cat apprentice looked peaceful, expression softened out of its perpetual neutrality.
With the rain came a stranger, only an hour or so in front of the rain. The fluffy ginger tom had come in search of the remains of his clan, following rumors that there were survival clan cats living in FallClan. Oceanscent had by now learned of the loss of his home, though unlike most he refused to believe it was the end of WaterClan. Since his release from WinterClan prison, he had been traveling to find others who would reform the clan. So far everyone had turned him down, not wanting to destroy the lives they had worked so hard to rebuild. That was how he came to cross the FallClan border, believing his mission was one of humanity so he did not have to abide by borders and rules.
The sound of another did not escape him nor did he miss that scent on the breeze. It was unusual, a strange mixture of WinterClan and something else that piqued Cavepaw's curiosity. He abandoned his perch to saunter through the territory he called home until he happened upon the intruder. "You, stranger. Why here?" His speech was shortened but his point was clear; though like his posture, his question lacked aggression, only intoning his intrigue.
Cloudymuse had been lounging all afternoon in a space beside a brush near the edge of the territory. At one point, he must have fallen asleep for now the sky is dark with clouds threatening rain, where previously they’d just been fluffy things he’d been watching. But it was not that that woke him, but the sound of another. Rolling over in the leaves, he spotted their new medicine cat apprentice and some stranger. One spoke, the other walked over the border. What a bother. As a warrior, he should be stepping in, but in honesty, the tom ha don desire to move fork his comfortable spot. But then the rain began, a small sprinkle that soon turned into a light drizzle. The coldness of it was what drove him from his spot at last and toward the two cats. Hopefully this could be settled quick and he can go back to sleep in his nice dry nest back at camp.
OceanScent dipped his head at the apprentice, the smaller white tom clearly was trying to show off authority. Possibly a medicine apprentice if he could guess. While that meant he had power he was also an apprentice without any battle training. If need be Oceanscent could easy take him. “Oh, yes, my intentions. Hmm how did that speech go?” The second half was muttered to himself. A second later he brightened up and began his speech. “I am Oceanscent of WaterClan, I was recently released from WinterClan’s prison. I am here seeking other former WaterClan members in the plans of recreating my birth clan. I do not take cats by force and only those who want to leave. Additionally I will take any cats who do not have WaterClan blood but would like to assist me in my goals.”
He smiled and sat down just inside the border. His fluffy tail wiggling slight, pleased his speech went to plan. Last time he tried that it had been a mess because of nerves. It was vital he put forth a good impression, no one would follow a leader with no charisma. Though, he thought dourly, his father, Chimerastar, now had led two clans with all the personality of a dead fish.
The vagrant-- Oceanscent, he said-- stepped close, but Cavepaw also noted another presence nearby, briefly flashing a glance to where Cloudymuse was hovering off to the side. Other than that he paid little mind to his uncle; instead, he listened to Oceanscent's little spiel, not even the barest hint of interest given away. A wanderer looking for old family, scouting among the clans. Stealing warriors? He claimed to not be forcing anyone, but that made little difference to the apprentice. "No WaterClan. Only FallClan," he insisted. "You leave. Not welcome here."
“I understand that, I only wish to seek those who once belonged to WaterClan. I only want to talk to them, they are like family to me. I wish them no ill will.” Oceanscent frowned slightly at this toms bluntness and lack of understanding. What if his clan was wiped off the map and he wanted to reconnect with former friends. Even WinterClan had been somewhat helpful after releasing him. They had at least sent him off with some ideas of where former clan mates would be. Oceanscent thought FallClan was supposed to be welcoming or at the very least not this gruff.
"No steal warriors. Find own," Cavepaw hedged with an edge of authority beginning to trickle into his tone. He began to pace to and fro but his smoldering eyes never moved from Oceanscent. "WaterClan gone, never come back. Move on. New life. Why search?" He didn't understand the tom's self-imposed mission to revitalize a long-since disbanded group. The world was vast and the clans distinct, and cats from all walks of life congregated together, so why fawn over what was instead of what is? And why his warriors?
“I. Only. Want. To. Talk.” He growled, loosing patience with this thick skulled tom. Oceanscent just wanted to talk to see if there were others here or if they had any information about his family. Because as of right now all he could track down was his father and a few others in SwiftClan. They would not be of much help right now because no one could even find SwiftClan, they left the forest. “I’m looking for my sister who disappeared with my former clan.”
Cavepaw exhaled a sharp, agitated breath. "What name?" he demanded to know, conceding to Oceanscent's curiosity though only a bit. He still stood firm between the loner and the path that would take him to camp, and his gaze was still squinted in a manner of stark distrust.
“Coralreef, though she may have changed her name. She is a dark grey she/cat with greenish eyes.” Oceanscent was released that this white tom was finally listening. Of course the apprentice seemed well unfriendly at best, but this was an improvement. The ginger polydactyl sat down and wrapped his tail around his paws. He wanted to show that while he wouldn't leave without answers, he also wasn’t going to fight or charge over the border.
He allowed his posture to relax, the tightness in his shoulders disappearing, as Cavepaw ran through his mind of all the warriors he knew by that name and description. "No Coralreef. Told you," he grunted afterward. It was among his duties to know each individual member of his clan on a personal level so he could recognize when they were acting strange and diagnose the reason. None of those cats resembled Oceanscent's description, which made his lips turn ever so slightly upwards into a cocky, i-told-you-so grin.
“Fine, okay. Was that so hard?” He asked, a bit of attitude coming through in his voice. What was it with these mountain clans and their hostility. Every single clan so far up here had been so rude, perhaps someone was slipping bitter berries in the water. “Do you have any former WaterClan cats or even EarthClan?” Oceanscent figured if he could find at least one cat they could lead him to others. Perhaps he should have just gone to his Uncle who lived in a twoleg nest, but he did not want too. He just hated the idea of living indoors.
