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If the kits' tauntings bothered him-- and they did-- Cavepaw didn't show it. Mostly.
He liked to pass down the stories his father had told him, and that Ghostlyflicker's father had told him (and so on), but all his efforts at trying to make them shudder resulted only in them laughing. He sauntered across camp in a grouchy haze. It wasn't his fault he didn't have the gift of speaking long-winded, beautifully composed tales. All anyone heard was what was missing from his speech, the words that he didn't say; but he didn't say them because they weren't necessary! He huffed, tossing a rock with his paw angrily, and watched it skitter across camp.
Ribbondance was minding her own business like she preferred to do when a rock came tumbling into her direction, lightly hitting against her paw before it rolled a few mouse-lengths away. Tracking its trajectory across camp, her gaze landed on the apprentice. Her ear flicked. First Wailingkit, now Cavepaw. Why do Clanmates I don't know keep throwing things at me?
"Hey," she called out, padding over to Cavepaw with her usual blank expression. "Leave the rock alone, yeah? She's not the one you're angry at." Ribbondance, someday your lame sense of humour is going to really bite you in the ass.
His pacing was interrupted when a clanmate joined him and spouted off something about the rock and she? Was she upset for the rock? "Rock no feel. Why protect?" He was genuinely curious as to her concern for an object that had no societal assigned gender role nor the capacity to even be upset. She sure was an odd one.
"Well, you don't know that." Ribbondance's nose twitched. What with the work he did in the medicine cat's den, she'd forgotten that he talked...like that, whatever "that" was. As long as he did good work, Ribbondance could overlook a strange speaking pattern. "I was only teasing you. I thought you tossed that rock at me, specifically."
"You deserve rock?" Cavepaw squinted at her, as if trying to decide whether she'd done something, but shortly afterward a small, crooked smile appeared. "Kits laughed, tried telling story." He offered this as an explanation for his sour mood.
Ribbondance nodded blankly. She remembered back to her conversation a few days earlier with Wailingkit, and how they’d picked on her for her illness. It wasn’t hard to believe that the same could happen to Cavepaw. Nail that sticks out gets hammered down, after all.
“You know, I’m not a FallClan native, so I don’t know a lot of the stories about FallClan, or, like....medicine cat things," she said, sitting down beside him and laying her tail over her paws. "You can tell me a story, if you want.”
Cavepaw appeared shocked at her invitation, but to say his interest wasn't piqued would have been a bold-faced lie. He sported an infinite knowledge of all things, in particular their clan's history, which might have been Chesnutheart's reason for appointing him-- but that information worked handedly for his spooky tales. His aforementioned grin widened, snaggletooth prominent among a row of cracked teeth. "Long 'go, tunnels below FallClan. Long dark tunnels far as imagination. Renegade Regime spirits walk in dark, haunt living warriors. Kill warriors, trap souls. FallClan make cave guards, give StarClan power from pilons to fight ghosts. Not cave guards apprentices," he paused here for dramatic effect, "Cave guard Redpaw possessed by spirit. Turned on clan, murdered friends, allies. No more cave guards." He expelled a sigh of finality, but then added:
"Some say... Redpaw still lives. Redblood, possessed by spirits. Kills any entering old tunnels."
“...Huh.” Ribbondance sat back on her haunches and contemplated Cavepaw’s story. On one paw, she did love a good ghost story. On the other paw, hearing that there was potentially a bloodthirsty possessed cave guard roaming the tunnels below FallClan territory made Ribbondance contemplate the idea of leaving FallClan entirely and going off to live in one of those nice Twoleg homes instead. Perhaps that spoke just as much about Cavepaw’s storytelling than it did her cowardice.
“Well, I don’t know how much my opinion means to you, but I thought that was an excellently-told story. You even gave it flair with dramatic pauses and facial expressions.” She paused. “...Is it, um, true?”
Though he beamed with pride, expressing emotion made Cavepaw feel pretty awkward, so his only offer of gratitude was a clearing of his throat. To her question he grinned wickedly, "Maybe. Find out, see tunnels?" What better way to conclude a ghost story than not to conclude it at all?
The thought of exploring the tunnels after hearing Cavepaw's story made Ribbondance feel like shrivelling up into a ball and hiding in the nursery for the rest of her life, but was she going to tell Cavepaw that? No, she still had some pride left. "Only if you come with me as a bodyguard," she replied, only half-joking. "You'd protect me, right?"
"Fine." Cavepaw shrugged, a careless motion but it was a mask for the mischief underneath. He jerked his chin in the direction of the camp entrance, urging her to lead the way out of camp, though before they left he made sure to grab his secret weapon.
"So, where are these tunnels again?" Ribbondance said, leaving camp. "...I promise you I do know my way around the territory, it's just...Well, you know tunnels. Lots of them look kind of the same."
He was not convinced but it wasn't worth it enough to argue. "Outside burial grounds. Many tunnel start here, go all way to borders." Cavepaw thought that tunnels next to a graveyard was a pretty poor design choice, not too mention disrespectful to all the dead buried there, but he wasn't an architect and couldn't do anything about it now, anyway. It did lend to his ghost story quite well, though.
"Isn't it in poor taste to have the tunnels next to a graveyard--you know what, it doesn't matter."
They walked for a while until they came to the burial grounds, and Ribbondance spotted the entrance to the tunnels. "Here we go," she said, eyeing the entrance with her usual blank gaze. "And now we will go into them. Into the dark hole. Where a ghost apparently roams. In I go. Yup. Any time now."
yeah idk what the tunnels look like if i say anything wrong just pretend you didn't see it
(you could honestly say the river styx is flowing through one of them and I would roll with it)
Rolling his eyes, he pushed Ribbondance with all the force in him to send her sprawling underground. Cavepaw then followed suit moments later, though much more gracefully. "'Fraid?" The tunnel itself wasn't something to write home about-- a narrow, winding path wove through the earth, scarcely wide enough to fit two cats, and here there weren't any cool things to be found like rare gemstones or skeletons. Yet.
Ribbondance coughed weakly as she hauled herself up onto all four paws. Cavepaw had a very powerful shove when he really put his mind to it, it seemed. "Fear is just excitement you haven't processed properly yet," she said mildly. "You wouldn't know it from my completely blank expression, but I'm feeling extremely excited right now." She glanced around the tunnel, peering into the darkness surrounding them. Onwards, she thought, and pressed forward.
If he believed her, Cavepaw didn't let on, and the tom quietly strode behind her. He didn't come to the tunnels often since there wasn't much growing down here for him to collect, so he was fascinated by anything that poked out of the dirt around them. It often caused distance to form between the pair and he would very stealthily use these opportunities to spook Ribbondance.
After a while there appeared to be a light scintillating ahead of them, and he grinned wickedly at her. "Redblood ghost?"
