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First the Nocturne and the alligators, Bubblegleam thought to herself as she darted through the forest, and now an enraged badger. This is not shaping up to be my winter.
"Someone help!" she yowled, acutely aware of the badger gaining on her with every second. She'd hurt her paw in the initial fight, and had opted to simply run away as it became increasingly obvious that the badger would not be the one to lose the fight. By now she'd left DayClan territory entirely, and was heading for...NightClan? MoonClan? One of the weird nocturnal ones, anyway.
Rustspiral had been going about whatever activities that normally occupied him, which generally meant a whole lot of nothing. It wasn't that he was lazy, well, maybe it was, just that he had a penchant of being known for starting a task and never finishing it. Such was life, though. At least he'd made a reputation for himself, which meant that no one could be surprised when he inevitably disappointed the entire group that he had grown up in.
He was bumbling around aimlessly in a tree, the perfect spot to take a nice nap, when he heard the yowl, and instantly, he perked up. Before long, an injured DayClan cat came sprinting past him, fast enough to give him a decent amount of whiplash. "Hold on there, sweetpea," he called out to her, before realizing what she was running from. The badger came charging through only moments later, and Rustpiral became acutely aware that maybe he just should have slept in.
"Not very nice to bring a badger into a stranger's clan," he called out to the other warrior, although it was quickly becoming apparent that, if the duo tracked their current trajectory, they would be heading straight for camp. His general sloth wasn't strong enough to let them, which meant that he quickly had to act. With his most obnoxious scream, he sent himself flying, landing squarely on the badger's back.
"What else was I supposed to do, bring it into mine?" Bubblegleam fumed, getting out of their way with a haphazard leap. She eyed the struggling animals before her. If it happened to anyone else she would've laughed, but it was a different matter entirely when she was witnessing a cat leaping onto a badger's back with her own two eyes.
...Actually, maybe it was just as funny to watch.
Bubblegleam couldn't do much in the way of helping--not with her paw throbbing as much as it was, anyway. Still, she made a decent effort and swiped at the badger's eyes as it was distracted with her good paw, snarling as she felt her claw tug against something squishy. "I got it in the eye, it's hurt! Kill it!"
"Anywhere would be better than my front door," he grumbled back to her, still holding on to the badger for all dear life.
Unsurprisingly, the creature was not fond of being rode, and it definitely wasn't fond of its eye being neatly carved out of his head. It reared back as hard as it could, which flung Rustspiral about six feet away. His body hit the ground with an audible thump as his head hit the earth below him. His vision tunneled slightly, a haze of confusion rippling through his brain. It was then that she heard the other cat yell. Kill it. He stumbled to his paws haphazardly, his body a little wobbly. Focus, Rustspiral. It's in your home, he thought desperately, trying to will himself out of the haze. In some respects, it worked, as within a moment, his vision returned to its normal state. This was enough to ground him, which meant that he was ready to fight again. Charging forward - his body not quite moving in a straight line - he again threw himself towards the creature. With all his might, he tore his claws against its shoulder, or at least, he aimed for the shoulder. This was enough to scare the half blind creature off, no matter how mad it had originally been. He staggered back with a breath, slumping to the earth.
Bubblegleam watched as the badger limped away, looking worse for wear than either of them. "That was a very dignified takedown," she said drily, though her heart was pounding in her chest. "It's always interesting, seeing how other Clans teach their warriors how to fight nature. You guys do it...rodeo-style, for example."
His ear flicked in her direction, but he wasn't able to hear her super well. That, combined with the terrible, splitting headache and lack of vision clarity, probably meant that he was rightfully screwed. He'd deal with that later, though. For now, he had to interact.
He moved his head slowly to look at her, his left pupil significantly larger than the other. "I wouldn't say the whole clan does," he mewed, "but I can say that rumor has it Aspenstar also likes to go bull riding with various fauna." He let out a weak chuckle, his lips curled into a smirk. "Bet DayClan doesn't have sick skills like that, though."
"No," Bubblegleam snorted, "nothing like that. We opted for underwater combat instead. Can't say it's been useful yet." She peered at Rustspiral curiously, noting the way his pupils couldn't settle on a size to stay at. "Back to the real issue, though--are you properly concussed, or do your eyes just always look like that?"
"I'm intrigued," he meowed with a flick of his tail. "Maybe you'll have to show me some time." He then shifted slightly when she asked the question. "I was really trying to ignore it, but since you went ahead and brought it up, yeah I can't really see or hear or think right now. Not that I can normally think, but that's besides the point." He smirked again with a shrug. "Happens to the best of us, right?"
"Brilliant," she grumbled, trying to hold herself up on her injured paw and immediately regretting it. "You've got a broken brain and I've got a broken body. Only together do we make a functional feline." She sat down on the ground heavily, the adrenaline beginning to fade. "In any case, good work out there."
actually we could do a timeskip if you dont want something to immediately happen like five minutes after meeting lmfao
"Wow, you showed up, and you didn't bring a badger this time? Incredible work, Bubblegleam." He gave the DayClan warrior a lazy wink, before rolling to his paws. He was genuinely surprised that she showed up. When they departed after their ... tumultous meeting, he'd given her a casual invitation to have a more ... normal interaction. He had expected her to completely ignore that, but here she was, right before his eyes. Because he hadn't really expected a visitor, he didn't look very put together. His ruddy pelt was just as unkempt as it was riding that thing, but that was pretty expected for him. Rustspiral did the bare minimum most of the time, and actively grooming himself was beyond the bare minimum. "How's the foot doing?"
"I figured it was MoonClan's turn to get the badger this time," Bubblegleam replied, rolling her eyes. "The foot is fine—after staying off it for a quarter-moon, anyway. I only just got cleared to go back out hunting. Just about did my head in. And speaking of heads, how's yours?"
"We appreciate it. Although, I do have to say, SunClan is probably the best target for badger attacks. Although, DayClan and SunClan have some sort of long term borderline abusive relationship, though, right? I guess that makes sense that MoonClan might be a better target then." That had been one of his favorite parts of every gathering he went to, the strange interactions between the two light-related clans.
"Damn, a whole quarter moon of not being able to use it? That's a rough one if I've ever heard of it. Did you at least get room service if you couldn't walk right? I'd demand room service. Bring my food to my nest please and thanks." He grinned before shrugging. "It took it a few days to feel like I wasn't being constantly punched in the skull with a boulder, but it's mostly fine now. Still get a little confused every once in a while, but I'm pretty sure Cana thinks that's more of a personality trait than an injury."
"I got the finest room service DayClan has to offer," Bubblegleam said, giving Rustspiral a flat smile. "Which is to say, I stayed in the warriors den all week and got a mouse dragged to me whenever someone remembered I was stuck in there." She sat down on the ground, examining the foot in question through a narrowed gaze. The swelling hadn't completely gone down, but it was only visible if she really looked for it.
"Your mind does seem a little sieve-like," she said. "Now, who's this Cana? Don't talk about people I don't know as if I'm supposed to know them, y'know? Bad manners, my dad always said."
"I'm sure they couldn't have forgotten a pretty cat like you more than once," he meowed with a lopsided grin. "I'll have to remember though that if I end up with a bum foot, DayClan is not the place to be." He let out an amused purr, before nodding. "I'm glad it's doing a bit better," he then meowed with a nod, as genuinely as possible for the circumstances.
"Hey!" he then meowed with a grunt. "Not nice!" The amusement didn't leave his gaze, though. He kind of liked Bubblegleam. There was something about her that he couldn't quite place. "Have some regional awareness," he then teased with a wink. "Cana's our medicine cat. Brakewings is yours. See, I at least know the basic staff of my neighbors."
"Your flattery's as transparent as it is effective," Bubblegleam said with a thin smile. "And listen, I don't know a Brakewings from a Glowstar from a...Badgerbutt or whatever. My Clan is basically a bunch of strangers to me. Especially with my dad travelling around left and right without telling me when he's coming and going. I swear to StarClan this kind of thing only happens in DayClan--except oh wait, I'm not allowed to swear to StarClan anymore because we all took a vote and decided not to follow them. Like, what? Since when were Clans supposed to be a democracy?"
She blinked, suddenly aware of how much she'd been rambling on. "...Sorry. It's been a wild moon."
"Good, glad it's working," he meowed with a grin. She was... interesting. Not the kind of cat he'd normally talk to, but there was something about her that had made him invite her back. "Sorry t'hear about your clan, though. That kinda sucks, 'bout your dad too." It had been a long time since Rustspiral had thought about his parents, but he figured most people had much more... functional relations with those around them.
"Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. Y'all voted just to .... stop believing in StarClan? What else could there possibly be to orient your lives?" There was a hint of a dig in his tone, not towards Bubblegleam but to StarClan itself. Now, he himself was no nun, but his clanmates', he had noticed, were someimes lackisasical at best when it came to their engagement with the ancestors. They all pretended to orient themselves to the signs, but it was probably just as transparent as his flattery, at least in his opinion. (This opinion would later become a great source of irony).
"Nah, it's nice to hear that NightClan's not the only one that is a perpetual dumpster fire," he meowed with a laugh. "Makes me feel better that we aren't alone."
"Well, regular morals work just as well at orienting our lives as a bunch of stars in the sky did," Bubblegleam said, rolling her eyes. "But yes, I do consider it a dumpster fire. Although now I want to know what's going on in NightClan that makes you guys one too."
Rustspiral raised a brow, but said nothing. Eh, if her clan had just renounced the group, it was probably vfair that she wasn't as keen on the group. "Morals? Cats still have those these days?" he joked, before his face squished into something that could only vaguely be called a "thinking" face.
"Well, it started with Phantomstar being Phantomstar for eight hours, then there was a spider invasion, there's a cat who projects images into peoples heads, the other day I witnessed a tom break not one but all four legs of a clanmate. Just your average Sunday night, I guess."
