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“I doubt it,” Rosethorn mumbled, flicking an ear back. “I’m honestly hoping he hasn’t killed her yet. I don’t trust him, one bit. There’s a reason why Orchiddrop hasn’t left him yet- it’s because she can’t.” She thought of Crow, of everything he must be going through still, and sighed.
“I hope she realizes that Crow is the right one for her. And I hope one day I can find someone who cares so devotedly for me, who loves me no matter how stupid I can be.” With a grim laugh, she shook her head. “Never mind- you probably think I’m being stupidly sentimental, huh?”
To love and be loved like that... It was more than Phantomfox could imagine for himself, let alone with-- Not Rosethorn. She was going to find a nice SummerClan tom and settle down there where she belonged. Someone that wasn't damaged beyond repair and who was well-liked by his clanmates. Not that he cared who she ended up with. He was going to drift through life, a stranger among his clanmates. "I think it's normal to wish for that. This Crow sounds like a decent guy. Who knows? Maybe he isn't right for your sister. Maybe he's right for you." The implication was bile on his tongue.
His implication drew forth a genuine laugh from Rosethorn, partly out of shock and partly out of the absurdity of the idea. “You think I’d stoop low enough to steal the only tom my sister loves? You must truly hate me, Phantomfox,” she said with a half-smile. “I’d spend my life alone before I’d hurt my sister like that. Not that I mind being alone, in the end. Besides, Crow is too corny even if he’s a good guy.”
There was a long pause, and she glanced sideways at him, wondering what he was thinking. Half images floated through her mind of his body next to hers, of his chest rising in a slow and steady manner. But they must have been strange, medication induced images, because that couldn’t have happened. “Do you have a crush back in Moonclan? Some mild-mannered girl who will tolerate all your snide remarks? Or maybe a guy- I don’t judge.”
Relief washed the growing apprehension that had settled in his stomach, and there was a noticeable release of the tension in his shoulders. "No, no one in MoonClan." He snorted at the idea of it, of him loving someone in a clan that didn't know him. "I don't have time for any of that when I'm taking care of a mouthy she-cat already. One is more than enough for me."
He carried on with little more to say on the subject, but alight in Phantomfox's moonshine gaze was the memory of Rosethorn nestled against him. The idea that someone else might lay there was preposterous, even revolting. His tail lashed without him recognizing the motion. "I can help you...with your sister, I mean. I'm not good for very much but I'm pretty intimidating, or so I've been told."
“You’re good for a lot of things, like eradicating vermin and looking grumpy while you explain the rules of Moonclan,” she teased, wishing they weren’t so close to the border already. “But you definitely can be intimidating. If I need your help I know where to find you... Thanks,” she gave him a grateful smile.
“Let’s sit for a moment,” she said, taking an exaggerated breath. “I’m winded from all the walking.” She was not, in fact, tired at all, but it seemed cruel that she would have to give up her time teasing Phantomfox in order to see her sister again. Why was Moonclan so far removed from Summerclan? After they sat, she rolled back her shoulders, glancing around at the pretty new leaf day. “Maybe you can catch me a mouse or something.”
He was grateful Rosethorn was the one who suggested stopping, having been trying to find a reason to stall them himself. "And here I thought you were going to introduce me to the life of eating berries and leaves," he said with dramatic flair, but Phantomfox did excuse himself nonetheless to find something for them to chow down on. With the sun beaming down and birdsong in the air, the prey was sure to be running freely.
When he returned, there was a a hare hanging in his jaws, expertly killed so that there were no obvious signs of blood in its coat. Phantomfox took a seat next to his pretty companion and pushed the kill towards her, offering her the first bite because he had manners. "So you're sure there's no one in SummerClan waiting for you with bated breath? An unrequited lover, perhaps?" Surely, with her goldenrod eyes and soft fur, there had to be someone who took notice of her, and he found himself curious about why she didn't appear to have some lovesick puppy trailing after her.
Not that that's what Phantomfox was. He was aloof and cool, and his curiosity only reached for another thing to taunt her with.
"You seem pretty hung up on this topic," she remarked with a sly grin, leaning down to take a bite of the hare. She chewed a few times before pushing it back over to Phantomfox. "Are you sure you aren't my unrequited lover?" She wouldn't answer his question, enjoying the fact that it seemed to at least interest him, not bother him.
It wasn't important, but she would have felt equally as jealous if she thought he was interested in another she-cat. Of course, who would be interested in Phantomfox, with his scarred body and flaring temper? It was not appealing to her in the least. He was just interesting to be around.
"Why would I want to subject myself to a lifetime of your grating presence?" He needled back, but the fur along his spine shot up as she closed on in the truth. He took the opportunity to focus on the flavor of the fresh-kill in his mouth until the nerves were settled, then shoved it back to her. "I value my very quiet, simple life with my many friends and dashing good looks." Not a single thing he ticked off the list rang with any conviction, Phantomfox's self doubt toiling underneath the faux humor laced through his remark.
Rosethorn just laughed as she took another bite, enjoying the feeling of sunshine on her well-groomed fur. When the prey was back in his paws, she spoke again. "I'm sure some cats back in camp have noticed me. It's only the natural result of my good lucks and winning personality. But like we've said before... none of them particularly interest me. They're good cats- good friends. But I need someone who challenges me to keep me interested romantically."
That sounded too much like Phantomfox, so she cleared her throat. "And it's true that you don't have a lot of friends- and that you're mean. But you are good looking. Objectively," she said, so he didn't think she meant she found him attractive. If anything, the reverse of what she said was true. Most wouldn't like his scarred exterior, but Rosethorn had found that if she looked at him enough- and she had stolen plenty of glances over the last few days- she could see the handsome tom that remained under a flawed exterior. And perfect people were boring.
But you are good looking. He was without a cover for the heat flaring to his cheeks, so he looked everywhere but at Rosethorn. She had to be goading him; beauty came hand-in-hand with vanity, and he was no fool to think someone like her could find someone like him anything less than hideous-- even if the Rosethorn he'd come to know had given him no reason to think that.
Once upon a time, his skin hadn't been twisted and a dark chocolate mask made his silver eyes much more pronounced, twin moons in a blackened sky. The rest of his pelt had glinted with an undertone of tawny, flames in the sun ever so lovingly wrapping warm tendrils around him. But that was the fairy tale and this was his reality, and in reality the sun was too hot, the twilight hid his scars, and a beautiful cat named Rosethorn wouldn't end up with a beast named Phantomfox.
He'd just hold those sleepy memories close to his heart instead, the images of ashen gray and snowy white fur resting against him the only souvenirs he would have of this time. "Thank you for noticing my fantastic complexion," he said glibly, disposing of the remains of the hare and stretching his legs out. "I put a lot of effort into maintaining my flawlessness. You're just lucky I'm not still in SummerClan-- you would pale in comparison."
"I am lucky," she agreed, not elaborating what her luck had brought about. She stood when he did, reluctantly moving off towards the border once more. There was more idle chatter, discussing safer topics. When they reached the border, Rosethorn hesitated. "Well, thank you again. For everything," she said weakly.
In a moment of bravery she stepped forward, brushing cheeks with Phantomfox in a gesture of farewell. When she stepped back, her amber eyes were oddly conflicted. "You smell like my dreams," she muttered, almost to herself. "Why did that feel so familiar?" She still wasn't sure that her hazy memories were real, which must mean her mind had constructed them. She was dreaming of Phantomfox... envisioning them lying beside each other... and still wishing it all was real.
Damn it, she thought, backing away with a slightly bewildering expression. I'm not... there's no way... Unnerved by her reluctant revelation, she backed away more quickly. "See you around, then. Maybe I'll drop by if I have the time," she said in a rush, turning tail and retreating into the safety of Summerclan territory.
