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This clan was a foreign place that made Wraithfire feel on edge half the time. They had unique practices, but that wasn't what bothered him- half the cats in his family had their private routines. It was the fact that their religion was so regimented that unnerved him, the fact that they worshipped one God only and shut themselves off from the rest of the spiritual world. Wraithfire knew he would have to keep his beliefs secret, which made finding an accepting she-cat to bring home even more difficult. But the chestnut tom took his mission seriously.
Still, he had other duties while he was here, things that made his mission more complicated than Nimue's- his younger sister. She was young, and not a parent. He was still youthful, but he was determined to raise Crystalkit right while they lived here. He would not lose her to Moonclan's ways in however many years they spent here.
No one else understood why he insisted on sleeping in the nursery with Crystalkit. But motherless as she was, Crystalkit needed protecting. Wraithfire knew he could be overprotective at times, but this clan would undoubtedly try to maintain its grasp on her- and he would not allow that to happen.
"Time for our walk," Wraithfire told the young kit as the night waned. He had made it a habit to walk with her around camp every night, so they could have some privacy away from the nursery to talk. He had not told her much, yet- she was too young to be trusted not to tell others. But he was focused on maintaining his status as the most important person in her life. The time was coming where he would be able to tell her- and she needed to trust him above the clan. "How was your night?"
“It was fun!” Crystalkit chirped, eyes focused everywhere but on her father. The apprentices grooming each other near their den, a patrol of warriors arriving back at camp, a butterfly flitting around the nursery...Everything felt so lively, even as the night came to a close. The MoonClan camp felt huge to her, and it was hard to believe anything existed outside of their little corner of the world.
“Remember how I was telling you about those other kits I wanted to play tag with? Well, guess what?” she beamed. “They finally let me join in! And then we had to stop ‘cause one of them fell over and started crying, but I got to take her to the medicine cat den and look around in there! Isn't that cool?" she said, eyes glittering wildly.
"Very cool," he agreed with a soft smile, watching the energy that obviously coursed through her small body. She reminded him of her mother, Aife, spirits rest her soul. "And what did you think of all the herbs?"
Wraithfire was learned in herbs and healing himself, having learned from his own mother. But Moonclan was unaware of that particular skill of his. His sister, Crystalkit's aunt, was more devoted to the rituals of their family, but he would be proud of his daughter no matter which subset of learning she chose to follow.
"Oh, they were...! Um, they were..." Crystalkit's ears drooped slightly. She'd gotten a little overzealous looking at all the herbs, and started feeling a tickle in her nose when she'd tried to get a closer peek. That had been when she'd sneezed all over her friend, and she'd promptly been ushered out of the den.
"...They were pretty cool," she chose to say. "Maybe a little too many in there to handle at once. But it's okay, since I don't really wanna be a medium or an acolyte for the rest of my life. Followers don't have to learn all those herbs, right?"
tfw crystal slowly becomes the least ideal old guard member also smh crystalkit wear a mask
(no social distancing at all tsk tsk- and its fine it makes it funnier HA)
It was fine if herbs did not draw her- there were many aspects of their family practice that she could take interest in. Wraithfire smiled again. "No, you don't have to learn all those herbs. There are plenty of other things you can learn instead. And you know..." he said slowly, his green eyes sweeping the camp to make sure no one was in hearing distance.
"There are things outside of Moonclan," he continued, deciding to start slow. "You have an aunt, Willowpaw, who lives in Fallclan. She's my sister, and she was there when you were born. She'd love to meet you again one day, when you're old enough to travel."
Crystalkit's eyes widened as she listened to her father's words about the outside, the place she'd heard so many stories about--from her friends, from the queens, and now her father. Briefly, she wondered why Willowpaw couldn't just come to MoonClan now, but her dad was real smart, and he would've said by now if there was a way for her aunt to come.
"Can I bring my friends?" she asked, eyes glittering. "Please? If you let them come then they'd all think I'm really cool!"
"Maybe," Wraithfire said cautiously, knowing the answer was no but not wanting to crush her eagerness. "We'll have to see when the time comes. If we have to walk outside of Moonclan territory their parents might not be comfortable with them coming."
He leaned over smoothing down an errant strand of fur on her forehead with a quick lick. "Besides, they might find it boring to attend a family reunion. But as the days pass I can tell you more about your aunt, and your grandparents. Does that sound good?"
