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Cleaver Soot and Floodfate's thread It had been moons since Soot had seen the Sun. She knew it was in her new Clan's name, but for a cat from SunClan who considered herself to be a devout follower of the Sun God, this imprisonment was nothing short of torture. The silver bengal needed to see the Sun. She needed to pray to it. She needed to bask in the light of her deity, but all she ever saw was dim moonlight in NightClan's cenote, and maybe even a moon on her lucky days. Still, she did her best to keep up with her duties as a proper SunClan cat. She said her evening prayers when she woke, and then before going to sleep she said her morning ones to keep to the proper time of day. As usual she heard the guard's calls to wake up after the sun had set, so she curled up tighter into a ball to say her prayers, which no doubt held up whoever woke them for the day.
Two of the clan's three prisoners emerged promptly after the wake-up call and went about their duties but of course the only one to stay behind was the very prisoner he was sent to deal with today. His ear twitched in annoyance as he waited for her to rise. This was why he didn't want to train an apprentice. The one benefit of Flamingstar's mistrust of him was that he had few responsibilities, and he had lost even that now as she had started to relax around him, or more likely just forgot he was here, to begin with.
Either way, the result was that he had to deal with a prisoner today, and the worst listener at that. With a scowl, Floodfate stalked into the den and stood in front of Soot. "Come on," he muttered. He eyed her tight ball carefully and determined she was probably awake and just ignoring him. "We both know you have to get up, so just do it now instead of making me drag you out of the nest, okay?" It wasn't really a threat; he would follow through if he had to, but he didn't want to force her out of bed. He couldn't blame her for wanting to sleep in, it was a hard adjustment for many cats, and he wasn't the face most cats wanted to see when they woke up. He was small and round with a gray-and-white pattern over his short, soft fur, almost cute really, except for the nasty puckered scars on his chest and lip that refused to heal.
Soot ignored him the best she could. The prayer had been taking longer to come to her than it used to. She had been reciting them nearly everyday, but living underground had taken a toll on her. Her mind didn't seem to be as sharp as it once was. It could have also been the social isolation here, but she had no idea. She only that certain things had seemed to fade into the background for her. It only took a few more seconds for her to finish, and then she opened her striking blue eyes.
He certainly was not the face she wanted to see, but she never wanted to see anyone here. Faithpaw understood her, but she had long since left, leaving her alone with all the shadewalkers. She uncurled to reveal her silver bengal coat, which had just begun to heal to its former beauty. Charred patched still remained, but they no longer were tender to the touch. She slowly rose to her paws and kept her eyes on him. She smiled a little bit. If there was one thing she hadn't lost, it was her tongue. "Screw off, rat face." She rolled her eyes and shouldered past him, trying to ignore the itching in her lungs.
Just when he was on the verge of accepting she wasn't going to get up, her eyes flashed open. So she wasn't dead after all. Floodfate held himself firm as she shoved him, but he was cursed with a small stature, and even with his wide stance, he wasn't immovable. As she shouldered past him, he was forced to take a step back and let her pass.
Floodfate muttered a curse under his breath and stalked out of the den after her. "Where are you going now?"
He halted then and stood his ground, deciding it was better he didn't chase after her like a pathetic 'paw. He was her superior, for whatever reason, so she could come to him or face the consequences. "Running away?"
He was the only one in the prisoner's den who saw him as her superior. Sure, she was his clan's prisoner's but before her captor he was a shadewalker. He refused to live in the sun's light at all. He gave his life to hunting in the night. In the end, she would be more glorious than him. She already was. She praised a worthy god while he wallowed in the darkness willingly.
The snow bengal kept her head and tail high as she continued away from him when she heard him stop. "Nope, I can barely talk." She let out a dry, hoarse cough. "I couldn't run if I wanted to." She looked back to Floodfate. "Don't you have better thing to do than watch me from behind?"
