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Oceanscent plodded along the SummerClan border, he had been rejected at every clan he had visited. The last, FallClan, held only EarthClan cats and none from WaterClan. In a rather logical move he had been working down the mountain, questioning clans as he passed them. SummerClan was his last stop before he headed to either the forest clans or the groups. It would be a long journey regardless of which path he chose.
Sitting rather impatient on the border, his ginger frame radiated energy. Looking down at his polydactyl paws he thought for a moment. SummerClan had the most promising leads on former WaterClan cats, including possible family members of his. So as the sun rose to its high point in the sky and no patrol seemed to pass by, he dared to think of crossing without approval. Yet that would get him nowhere, it was likely to get him run off without even the chance to ask questions. “Hello? Anyone still live here?” Oceanscent called out, not sure if the clan had moved or been chased off. It seemed like everyone was moving around these days with no forwarding address.
It was a velvety tone, one that suggested a purr but was far too dark and unwelcome to be. Golden eyes glanced out at the tom across the border, narrowing to molten slits. Surveying him. Deciding whether or not he was a threat.
“Or are you waiting for an opportune moment to attack anyone who comes near? While I would love to skirmish, I’ve wasted enough time as is watching your spineless form take shape.”
The ginger tabby tom stepped from the shadows and undergrowth he’d been crouched in, stretching out his spine. What could’ve been mistaken as a war with experience strapped to his soul was, physically, only an apprentice. Those golden eyes stayed on Oceanscent, though, wizened beyond their years.
Contrary to his tone, he sat down and relaxed himself, keeping his eyes locked on the other tom. “If you explain yourself to me and convince me of your innocence, I’ll take you wherever you need to go. If you fail, I’ll send you running.”
“My, my you are sure hostile.” Oceanscent grinned. This was the third Mountain clan he had visited so far and everyone seemed ready to rip his face off. At least only one of those clans had imprisoned him, though it had been for at least a year. So much had changed since then and it didn’t help he had lost track of the time in there. But he had worked on his personal issues for the most part. Now of course he had little fear after being punished and tortured by WinterClan. That would probably come around to bite him though when he didn’t back down.
“But I am seeking any new of former WaterClan cats. A blue she-cat name Coralreef is of particular interest.” He still did not know what fate had befallen his last living sibling.
Fracturedpaw leaned his head back, chin high, and narrowed his eyes. “Never heard of her. You’re in the wrong place.” He should’ve left it at that, as the voice in his head whispered, but he was always one for asking questions and meddling in things that weren’t his business. “Why are you looking for her? Is it some long-time vendetta? Or do you know her personally? Are you close to her? Where did you last see her? I can help, I’m too bored here.”
“She’s my sister. I lost track of her when my old home WaterClan was destroyed in a flood. I ended up in WinterClan territory and was taken prisoner for many moons. Now I’m asking out my family once more in hopes of either finding a new home or rebuilding WaterClan again.” At this point he was starting to lose hope of recreating WaterClan and was going to settle for a place surrounded by his family. He had heard rumors of a SwiftClan that was nearly all made up of old survival clan cats. But he was unable to find them. Apparently they had left the forest for the time being with no trail to follow.
Fracturedpaw wrinkled his nose in thought. "I think finding a new family would be easier than trying to recreate the old one. But it's okay, I'll help!" The orange tabby grinned.
"But I like my old family." He grumbled slightly as he followed the apprentice. The ginger tom seemed oddly helpful after endless threats from the other clans. Maybe it was true that SummerClan was friendlier than the other mountain clans, though it wasn't hard to beat WinterClan in that area.
