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Bleedingheart sniffed along the border for returning prey. The normally vivid and beautiful gingery-brown tabby had patchy fur with healing burns. Though it was not odd to see a burned cat on SunClan territory, most of them had been caught up in the fire. Unfortunately it had also driven away all the prey, destroyed all their herbs, and left ash everywhere. So lately she had been venturing off the clan's territory to find anything at all that was needed to survive. Normally she stuck to the loner lands, but that was, mostly desert with little easy resources. Right now she was too tired to try and find anything in that sandpit.
So she paced along the border with DayClan, hoping to come across a nice warrior. One who would let her catch a squirrel or bird and maybe take back a bit of marigold which the clan was nearly out of. Their healers were trying their best but there was just to many wounds and not nearly enough supplies. Not to mention she swore some cats were just straight up avoiding Bloodystar.
Spiderbranch from DayClan had been out hunting, mostly as a way of escape from his clan but also because he enjoyed the alone time. He was getting old and in a few more moons, many if he had his way, he'd be joining the elders den. As a Maverick, he was lower class and for such he'd been paired with a mate. They tolerated each other, but there was no love between them. In all honest, he didn't interact much with his kits, even though he did enjoy that he had them. Had bene happy to help name them and raise them, though he hadn't done a great job at it considering he didn't know what he was doing. Now he neared teh border, lost in thought as his kits trained as apprentices. His body ached with teh chilly weather, but he'd already managed to catch a bird and a mouse on his hunt near teh border.
Bleedingheart perked up as she spotted another cat. She too had previously had a mate and a litter, though the kits had been stillborn and her mate had died trying to protect them. At the time she had believed it was because she had mates to a non-believer, now she realized it was simply a horrible stretch of luck. Just like right now she was having a bit of bad luck. The Sun God would come back and all this would go away. But in the meantime she need food.
“Oh excuse me.” She called out hoping to get the lanky tabby’s attention. She knew DayClan and SunClan had been on good relations previously, though Bloodystar killing Glowstar had been pretty bad. Frankly she wasn’t not pleased with her own leader. There was a difference between killing in battle and what he had done. Not to mention burning to death just did not sound like a good way to die. She wanted to go when she was really old and surrounded by family. Of course first she needed family for that.
Spiderbranch paused, confused to hear a voice speaking to him and even more confused to see a SunClan cat speaking to him. His eyes narrowed, and he stood at his full height, using his long limbs for what they were good for, intimidation. The name spider came with the grace of long legs and sharp eyes, and when needed, it was useful. Though more often than not, it just made him look far to skinny for his own good and lanky at times for anyone to spare a second look at him. In this moment though, he used what he had and his height was his main advantage. "Can I help you?" An eyebrow raised, trying to figure out why'd she'd even be talking to him, but coming up with nothing.
“It’s just, well, SunClan is kind of burnt down. A small group of us have moved back and there is not a lot of food. Would you mind if I hunt along the border?” The normally quite eloquent she-cat was rambling a bit. Bleedingheart had a rough few weeks, not to mention she was now part of the small brigade of SunClan cats resettling their home. Plus the tom she had a small crush on disappeared and now there was this lanky tom with rather good manners. Normally she wasn’t one to fling herself at one tom after another, but right now it gave her a sense of normalcy.
Spiderbranch complimented her words, before finally speaking with a sigh. "I supposed. Just, try and stay on your side of the border. Won't do either of any kindness if you cross over." It was an attempt at being nice. And at keeping his on hide safe. If she stayed over there, then he could get away with 'observing her' opposed to having to chase her off for trespassing. The tom was no more a fan of SunClan than the next cat, but he at least could take pity on someone for being hungry. If he was caught glancing her way every once in a while, then it was merely for observing her and making sure she didn't cross the border, not because he found her cute despite the missing spots of fur.
“Thank you.” It was nice to meet someone who did not instantly go on the defense. Granted he was probably just being the bare minimum amount of nice for DayClan. The border was clearly marked on both sides, neither side would be likely to give even a paw step at the moment. Apparently when her parents grew up it was common for both clans to meet up and cross borders with little to no fighting. That would be something she would love to see. Since joining her ancestral home there had been nothing but strife. It was wearing her down.
“How has your clan been doing?” She asked softly as she scanned the horizon for a good place to hunt. It was a stark difference between the lush, fall colored DayClan and the scorched, blackened SunClan. Life did seem to be returning but it would be a hard winter ahead for her clan.
@atomheart Sorry been super unmotivated and reading fanfic instead lol
Spiderbranch nodded his head as he started to walk away a little to begin his own hunting endeavors. Hearing her speak, he paused in thought. "It's been good. As good as can be considering all that's happened." Glowstar was a gone, and as much as he tried to stay out of clan drama, even he could acknowledge that all was not well. But he wouldn't be telling a SunClan cat that.
(That’s fine, I’m probably going to make the kitting thread on the first because I like that zodiac the best for this litter and I can’t wait anymore)
“You guys always seem to have a good outlook.” She thought of DayClan as a cheery, friendly place. Bleedingheart knew little of the fact that the clan currently harbored some of the evilest cats that clans had ever seen. Even so DayClan was accepting were as SunClan was closed off and restrictive. Of course she had friendships in SunClan and others cared for one another, but she couldn’t help but worry about someone plotting to take over. It would seem like the cult like structure of SunClan led to tyrants and overlords.
