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Once in a blue moon, Icedragon wondered what life would be like if he stood in different paws, in a different clan, a different family. He didn't know why he would do this - it brought him discomfort every time. A life without Smokesignal and Cloudshimmer, a life without Seasplash and Dizzyspell, a life without his precious nephews, a life without WinterClan... the thought made him cringe. Surely, he'd had a family in his different paws, but they'd be nothing compared to the family he had in his paws.
If cats knew what Icedragon was thinking, they'd probably think him strange for it; why would you ever think about that, when it's not reality? Even he would argue that point to himself, scolding in his mind, 'There is no point in worrying about what will never be. You are here now, in this life, so why fret?'
The other part of his mind would counter with no hesitation, 'Think about it! We're living this life right now, yes, but that's the thing - there were so many possibilities as what we could've been born as! It was just mere chance that we were born into WinterClan, as the son of our mother and father! What if we were born into the atrocious SunClan? What then?'
A pride began to build in Icedragon's chest, blue eyes glistening as emotion filled his next thought, 'We would come to WinterClan, anyways. If we were born in SunClan, even Primal Instinct or we had no allegiance at all... we would always come to WinterClan. Even if that meant being a prisoner, even if that meant not being... dare I say... not being a pureblood, we'd always come back. We'd always come home.'
Icedragon ceased the argument with himself then and there, closing his eyes and ridding himself of the emotion.
"And this is why I leave camp," Icedragon muttered aloud, rolling his eyes at his fading inner turmoil.
Unlike Icedragon, Agonywail had lived elsewhere. The longhair charcoal bengal was the farthest thing from a WinterClan pureblood there could be. He was born and lived in the desert for the early part of his life. His mother didn't speak English to them and spoke to them in another language. When she left them in WinterClan, he had to learn their tongue from scratch. It was tough, but had a pretty good grasp on it now. Still, some imperfection remained. He still rolled his r's and his vowels sounded deeper and longer than those born in WinterClan. Other than his dark fur, his Arabic-like accent was the next giveaway that he was not from the icy mountains.
But he had still done quite well for himself. The newly named Knight of the Wise considered it luck that he was chosen, but he planned to impress Wintrystar. Maybe if he could prove his worth, then she could purify his blood! That started with getting to know his clanmates better. As he saw Icedragon leaving, he raced from his perch to catch up to him. "Going somewhere?"
Icedragon had already begun up the slope from the hot springs to the monstrous mouth of the cave, the cool wind whipping at his fur as he ascended towards the top. He didn't plan on stopping, but then the deeply-accented voice of Agonywail had called out to him in question. Icedragon turned slightly, dark blue eyes zeroing in on Agonywail, and he had to suppress a sigh of distaste. 'Be nice,' The voice in his head ushered him, and he grunted to himself in reply. "Out," Icedragon replied simply, and he turned once again. It would seem to anyone that he didn't want to be bothered, but the flick of his tail beckoned Agonywail forth. Icedragon wasn't fond of the tom, mostly because he couldn't wrap his mind around why Wintrystar would appoint an outsider as the Knight of the Wise. If anything, those roles should be reserved for purebloods only, but Icedragon wouldn't argue with Wintrystar. Though her actions as of late have been questionable, she was Sovereign for a reason, and he wouldn't go against the Gods' wishes.
The snowy tom began to trudge through the snow towards the west, the wind ripping through his fur with it's icy claws, though it did not bother him. Icedragon was born and raised in the cold, and it'd take more than a blizzard to take this brute down. His destination in mind was the burial grounds; it had been a while since he had paid tribute to his mother, Cloudshimmer, and he felt a tad guilty. He blinked harshly against the snowflakes being whirled at his face, and he threw a look over his shoulder, noticing that Agonywail had indeed followed him. "Did you need something, Agonywail?" stardance
The charcoal bengal was used to short, dry responses. Even as a kit, it was all he was given. The Clan had never made his life easy, and for that he was thankful. He knew how much of an outsider he was, and every passing day he became more like a true WinterClan cat due to his Clanmates. Without their direct nature and condescending attitude, it would have taken him far longer to assimilate and adjust to the culture. Coming from living in the desert with just his mother and sister, adapting to Clan life was hard enough, let alone to the harsher life of a WinterClan cat.
It was annoying how this tom just straight up brushed him off. Around a Knight, the tom thought Icedragon would show a little more tact. As he too left the den, the cold tried to rip into his coat, but failed. He had a long coat and was endlessly grateful for it. His sister didn't, and it cost the she-cat her life. "No, not really. Just looking to get out of the cave. I saw you leaving, and thought you could want some company." He gestured to the top of the mountain. "It is avalanche season."
