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Her mismatched gaze seemed slightly less focused than normal, although it was clear that she was actively looking for someone. It had been a challenge finding her; Aspenstar's connections were yet to be deep in the forest. Still, she had heard rumors of the feline's location, and she had quickly sent Darkmeadow to invite Springfawn back NightClan for a meeting with the newest leader. She needed the assistance of cats she trusted to be on her staff, and although Phantomfox was doing a suitable enough job being her right hand paw, she needed more support. The idea of inviting the former Black Hand member back into the group had come to her in a dream. Memories of training under her had resurfaced while she slumbered, and she knew then that she at least needed to invite her.
When she approached the waterfall where she had requested the warrior leave the former NightClan cat, she let out a sigh of relief to see she was really there. Her mentor, standing in front of her in the flesh. She thought she'd never see her again. She padded up quickly, offering a bow of her head in respect of the feline that had had an integral part in shaping her into the top of her class apprentice that she had once been. "You came," she murmured, unable to hide the smile that twitched at the corners of her lips.
"I did," the outsider replied, though she did not return the bow that her former Clanmate offered. Her body language was stiff and rigid, years of living alone having taken its toll. "Please don't misunderstand. I came merely because I was asked to by a former Clanmate I trusted a little more than the rest."
For a moment, Aspenstar was almost hurt by the curt response of the other. But, the last sentence resonated with her enough that she fought the impulse. Aspenstar had been the one that requested her, and if nothing else, that meant that she was the one. Her tail twitched lightly, before she found herself seated next to the water.
"Whatever your reason, and for what it is worth, I'm glad you came." She then glanced to the waterfall, taking her eyes off of her former mentor for just a moment. "I take it that Darkmeadow informed you of the ... recent changes in NightClan?" Probably not all of them, Darkmeadow wasn't necessarily a chatty cat, but the leader hoped that the warrior decided that the fact she was now leader was relevant enough. After all, the last time that she and Springfawn had seen each other was shortly after Aspenpaw became Aspendust. Now, things were... different.
"A little bit. I tuned out after a certain point." Violet's tone didn't waver, her only movement being the curt flick of an ear. "Congratulations on your new position, Aspenstar. I suspected you would walk this path sooner or later."
She smiled faintly at the compliment. "Thank you, Springfawn," she replied after a moment, her voice ringing with the pride that she felt. She didn't realize that she was seeking her former mentor's approval, but it felt nice all the same. "I summoned you here to discuss an aspect of my leadership that I think you would be well suited for, but it would require you coming back to NightClan."
The outsider's eyes flashed suddenly, and she stood up straighter. "Don't call me that," she said, eerily quiet. "I cast that name away as soon as I stepped outside your borders that day. Respect my name--Violet--and you may continue."
Heat flashed across her face. There were... certainly better ways that Spr- no, Violet could have said that. Aspenstar was no mindreader, after all, and even if she was, how was she supposed to know? She couldn't help but to be flush with embarrassment.
"Understood, I apologize." Her tail flicked uncomfortably and she shifted her weight awkwardly. "Violet, I believe that you are suitable to join the Loyal Guard. Suitable enough that I sent cats looking for you." She meant the words. "I need cats on my team that I can trust. If you come home, the position is yours."
Violet shifted. She'd sworn to never return to Clan life, but despite her little blow-up at Aspenstar...she had fond memories of training her former apprentice, of wanting her to succeed and being proud when she did. Didn't that mean something? "And what does the position entail?"
There was a moment where all she could feel was relief. If nothing else, Violet still cared enough to inquire. Maybe she'd be able to convince her to come back, after all. "Most of the job is directly advising me, there's some training of apprentices involved, apparently they guard the prisons. But mostly, it's just a group of cats that are firmly in my corner?" Was she selling this? No. But, no matter how much she rehearsed what she was going to say, she was pretty sure it was going to come out awkward.
Violet considered the offer, posture rigid and gaze fixed on Aspenstar. "In your corner?" She didn't have any faith left in NightClan, that was for certain. But did she have any left for Aspenstar?
She knew she could do the job. Her social skills may have worsened during her tone alone, but she'd honed her actual skills, the things she needed to survive. But could she handle herself in a Clan full of strangers? "I can do that," she said. "The question is why would I? I don't mean for you to bargain with me, mind you. But I do want you to lay it out for me, in words."
She took a breath, trying to compose herself before she spoke again. Violet sure was in the mood for mind games, wasn't she? After a moment, she spoke again. "There are practical benefits that you know. Food, companionship, a rest from wandering, but if that was what you wanted, I assume you would have come back sooner and without invite." Her tail thrashed through the air.
"I do not know how much sentimentality you have for this place. I understand if you have none. NightClan failed to protect you." She winced at the admission. "But, I do hope that you have some fond memories of your time here. You trained me, you must have some pride in my accomplishments. You wanted me to succeed then, I hope you still want me to succeed now. In order to do that, I believe I need your help." Was that an answer to the question? Maybe not, but as she spoke, her shoulders slumped slightly. Even if it wasn't exactly what Violet met, it was almost all she had.
Violet nodded. That was all she'd wanted to hear. "I will do it," she said after a deep breath, "on the grounds that I believe I can be of benefit. But before that, I have one last request." There was another pause, before the corners of her mouth turned up. "A warrior cat needs a warrior name, no? Feel free to pick any suffix you deem fit."
Relief, and a genuine happiness, flooded through her body. She really didn't know if her former mentor would do it; she had every reason not to, and practically no reason to. "You will be of benefit, more so than you could ever know." Of course, she had grown fond of Phantomfox as of recent, but she was really looking forward to having her mentor on her staff, if only because working with the older she-cat would provide her a little sense of comfort in the bizarre circumstances she had found herself in recently. "Thank you," she meowed, her voice trailing off as she pondered what she would next say for a brief moment. "Thank you, Violetglass. Welcome home."
Violetglass. It was perfect. "No need to thank me," she said, giving her leader a dip of her head. "I'm only doing what's expected of a loyal guard member."
god what a short reply i just saddled on you. should we do a...timeskip or something LMAO
"Violetglass, can you spare the evening?" called the voice from outside of the den that belonged to the loyal guard. It was still half empty, and she was no closer to filling those spots. Every time Aspenstar found herself on that part of camp, she was reminded of that fact. "It's nothing... too serious if you've got something else on your itinerary, but I could use some company."
Violetglass looked up at the sound of Aspenstar's voice. "I can," she said, getting up on all four paws and settling in by the leader's side. "The tone of your voice both intrigues and and concerns me. Is there something happening?"
As soon as the loyal guard member agreed, Aspenstar quickly changed directions to exit camp. Her pace was quick; it was clear she wanted to get to whereever it was she felt she needed to be as quickly as possible. "Honestly, I... don't know," she called over her shoulder. "I heard commotion on the SunClan border....."
i have no idea what time of day this volcano goes off at oops so lets just pretend
