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Dovewish prowled through Springclan territory toward the Summerclan territory. Her soft, blue fur was wispy against the new-leaf breeze as if she were one with it. She was like a phantom, gliding against the forest floor that was dappled by the sun through the canopy of trees. Her ocean blue gaze was hard, cold even. Though she didn't seem entirely focused. Her mind seemed troubled and distracted. She hadn't detected the strong stench of badger that clearly hung in the air. It wasn't until it had snarled at her that she had realized she had come nearly face to face with the beast. The badger stood only tail lengths away, it's beady eyes staring menacingly at her. Halting in her paw-steps, she glared back at it as if threatening it to make the first move. "What are you looking at you disgusting flea pelt?" She snarled, allowing her fur to rise along her spine.
The beast sensed her hostility and growled, revealing sharp, white teeth. It lumbered closer and closer until it lunges, swiping a claw across Dovewish's chest. The blue feline hissed in rage and swiped back at the badger, managing to take a claw across it's eye. Before long, the two were entangled in a flurry of teeth and claws, bits of fur and blood taking flight into the air. The growls and screeches echoed through the mountain-side.
Reports of movement near the border had him on an impromptu patrol that evening, his stride languid and unhurried as he ambled across the shifting sands, warmed from a full day of bright sunshine. Normally, he'd stop and dip his toes into the Northern Sea or stretch himself out along the shoreline, let himself slip into a sun-toasted slumber until dusk drew darkness forth from its hidden place. But today wasn't a normal day, as if there were any left for him, so he didn't stop to enjoy the waves lapping at the sand; instead, he lumbered into the surrounding copse. He tilted his head into the oncoming breeze and breathed in the aromas that wafted his way from across the SpringClan border, his ears swiveling forward to listen to all the sounds nature sang to him, like the rustling prey feet, shivering tree tops, and...battle cries?
Alarmed, he pressed forward, his assignment forgotten. The SummerClan warrior barreled through around hardened tree roots to come upon the scene: A single warrior whooping ass. He might have grinned at the sight if adrenaline wasn't already flooding his system. Borders be damned, he lunged straight into the fray and leaped onto the beast's back, sinking his teeth into its neck as it reared and attempted to shake him off, exposing its vulnerable belly in the process.
Dovewish was caught by utter surprise when she noticed an unfamiliar cat join in on the fight. It caught her off guard and the badger swung a large paw, knocking her off of her paws. She came to a sliding halt, just a whisker from a giant Boulder. She let out a puff of relief that she hadn't hit the boulder but turned a scornful eye on the tom saving her life. She had it handled and didn't need help. Although she would rather confront the stranger on his business being on Springclan territory, she decided on finishing the fight. She leaped back to her paws and launched herself at the beast, biting and tearing her claws through it's pelt. The badger was overwhelmed by the two attacks coming at it in two separate directions that it turned and fled for it's life, leaving nothing but quivering ferns and a few drops of blood.
Dovewish turned to face the stranger, clumps of fur had been torn from her neatly groomed pelt and lightly bloody claw marks skimmed the surface of her skin. "Who are you and what do you think your doing on Springclan territory?" She growled, her gaze hard against the handsome tom.
He was forcefully shaken off but nimbly remained on his feet, ducking out of the way of the strike that sent Dovewish flying, and at the same time as she did, he threw himself back into the fight and scored his claws across its eye. It snarled back at him but, now with only one eye to keep track of two capable foes, began to back away until it turned to make a full-blown retreat.
He sighed in relief and lowered into a seated position, taking a moment to run his tongue across his fur to tame the wild, bloodied mess it'd become. His whiskers twitched at Dovewish's aggressive demeanor and demand. "I think," he began slowly, "that it's been a good few moons since my blood's been pumping like this. I mean no disrespect to you or to Jetstar's borders, ma'am." He pulled his plumy, chestnut tail over his paws and allowed himself a moment to inspect her, taking note of the hardness of her gaze and the feathers twined throughout her fur. "Might I ask what compels a lone she-cat to take on a foe several times her size?"
Again, he had surprised her. She expected him to have matched her equally threatening demeanor but instead, he was calm and respectful. However, she didn't want to let her guard down too soon. During her travels, she had seen cats act nice and had poor intensions. "I could have handled it perfectly on my own." She huffed, giving an irritated flick of her tail. "I didn't need your help. I've battled several foes twice my size in my life-time." She shook her head to clear her mind. "Never mind that, you didn't answer my questions. Who are you and what are you doing on Springclan territory? I wont be asking again." She threatened, flexing her claws.
"I have no doubts about that," he allowed, the faintest shadow of a smirk curling onto his maw. He further slid down so that all his legs were tucked beneath him, and he didn't look the least bit perturbed by her hostility. "I heard your question the first time, ma'am. I'm just holdin' out hope that you'll ask without your claws, and then I'll answer whatever you wish to know."
Dovewish let out an irritable snarl before reluctantly retracting her claws. "Fine." She mewed with as much sass in her tone as there is salt in the sea. "We'll play it your way. Now, answer my question."
He waited until her claws fully retracted and then gave it a few extra minutes until she sat facing him..Only then did he speak again, his own voice neutral, amused even. "My name is Southernskies, a warrior of SummerClan. I was out patrolling when I saw you fightin' off that badger yourself and, I'm sorry but, my mother would turn over in her grave if I just turned away. Now, who are you and why don't you have the better sense to run from danger?"
She scowled and rolled her pretty blue eyes. "Likely story. You just wanted an excuse to steal from Springclan territory." She rose to her paws and circled the tom. "My name is Dovewish and I have plenty of sense. Why don't you have better sense to run from danger? Why must you risk your life to save the life of a complete stranger?"
"SummerClan has no need for SpringClan prey, Dovewish. Our forests and meadows are tended to by our garden keepers; our land is lush, and we are rewarded for it. " His sharp, golden-eyed gaze followed her lazily, the tom still unruffled by their tense encounter. "As I said before, I was raised to help wherever I can-- and, as far as I can remember, Jetstar and Ratstar are on good terms."
Slowly, he lifted back to his paws and stretched his joints, moving back to his side of the border as his tail swished behind him. There, he sat down again. "Now I'm not on your territory and I'm no threat to you or your prey." There was a unique quality in the way he spoke: something genuine and unflinching, even under her impassive stare.
Her ears perked as she watched him cross back over the boarder. He was very interesting and wasn't at all bothered by her hostility. She took a seat, wrapping her tail around her soft paws, clearly stumped on the Tom's demeanor. "Perhaps I have been away for longer than I have thought. Summerclan has always been a close ally to Springclan but even an ally can be easily angered by a threat. Why aren't you?" Her tempered had simmered and quickly turned to curiosity. He was obviously no threat to her or her clan.
He simply smiled. "When you've seen as many seasons as I have and experienced life's indiscriminate cruelties firsthand, anger becomes something that steals the most precious thing from you: Time. The young have plenty of it left, and they're horribly wasteful of it. I've learned not to be," he explained, and for a moment his composure faltered, a look of wishful longing breaking through. He had no reason to be telling this to her, not in the least because she looked like she'd lived through her own personal brand of hell, but there was something comforting in the anonymity of this encounter. "Where did you go away to, Dovewish?" And what drove you there?
She stared blankly at him for a long moment. He didn't seem that much older than her and she had seen some pretty brutal cruelties in her life time but she was nothing like him. How could someone who has seen the dark side of life not be angry? What he said made sense but she couldn't keep herself from being angry at the world. His next question snapped her out of her thoughts. Where did you go away to, Dove wish? She hadn't realized that word of her disappearance had spread throughout the mountain clans. "I...I just went away." She shrugged, not entirely sure where she had actually been. "I traveled far. I just kept running for weeks. Came back a time or two to check on my clan but they never knew I was around...well, except for Thistlestar's son. I did run into him because he had left the camp. I returned him without being seen and I left again. I had to find...myself, I guess but...I still feel...lost?" She hadn't realized she was getting in deeper than she wanted to tell him. He just made it so easy to talk to him. "But, I'm back now which means I have every right to make you leave. Despite what you thought you were doing to help, your lucky I didn't claw your ear off." She pinned her ears back again, putting back the guard she had already let down for too long.
