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Chim collapsed to the ground in an exhausted heap, his chin resting on his bony ginger forepaws. Ever since the sickness had struck, the normally-aloof tom had been at the side of every cat he could manage, stepping up while the rest of his family had fled. He could not blame them for their cowardice, for protecting themselves, and he was too tired to feel such strong emotions anyway. At least now, with a new leader named, he could hope it was passing on and try to return to his life.
His green eye refused to closed, even as rest beckoned him, and a heavy sigh escaped him. The air was tainted with the reek of the sick and dying, but the rot had hung there for so long he hardly noticed it now. "I suppose I should get up and hunt," he mumbled, aware if they were to survive they needed prey, but reluctant and uncertain he was capable of it.
Violetstar had worked hard to make sure the rest of the clan was being taken care of. Ignoring her own weary paws, she refused to let herself rest. Even now as she heard the words of the tom whom had spoken of hunting, she found herself moving towards him. “I will join you. Two hunting is better than one.” Not to mention, they were more likely to bring something back too, if they worked together. Thankfully, fishing was quite easy in pairs.
Nodding mutely, he rose to his paws and slowly stretched out, those his muscles protested at the thought. The sickness had turned them all into hollow shells of their former selves - except, perhaps, for Chimerahunt, because he had nothing on his bones to begin with. It was miraculous that he had even survived, but he had, and he looked no worse than when he started. Being skin-and-bones meant he was extremely tired by all the hard work, but he was used to the perpetual state of exhaustion, and he soldiered on.
He rose and started to lead the way out of habit, forgetting briefly that she was a leader now. Chim had never worked well with others.
It was odd, he was always so frail. Even before the downfall of WaterClan. Her eyes skimmed him over as he made his way out of the den. She saw him hesitate when he began to lead the way, and flashed a small smile. A lot of others still had not grown used to her being a leader, and was quite unsure how to handle it. Instead of taking the lead, she shook her head and then motioned with her tail for him to take the lead. “It’s fine, you or any other, shouldn’t treat me any differently. I am still your clan mate.” She reassured him.
His ear flicked in acknowledgement as he move down the rocks and out of the mouth of the cave behind the waterfall. If she didn't want different treatment, he was fine with that; he suspected she would come to regret saying that, as a leader was due a certain level of respect, but he was more than content to ignore her like everyone else. His reputation had taken enough of a hit since he'd stayed behind to look after the sick, and he wasn't about to act friendly and jeopardize it further.
He led the way toward the ground and paused only at the bottom to cast a warning glance back up at her with his green eye. "It's slick. Watch your step so don't lose all nine lives before you can pick a deputy."
When Chimerahunt has stayed behind, Violetstar had found a new respect for the tom. Despite his lazy tendencies, she knew that he had a good heart underneath all the attitude. A soft smile slipped along her lips as she began to follow him, silence spreading between the two for a short time until he spoke once more. Even just his words showed her he cared, despite the little quip at the end. It was nice, some things never changed. “A deputy will be picked when I find a cat suitable for the job. We have been without a leader and deputy for so long, I am sure that we can wait a little longer to add a deputy into the mix.” Her voice was calm and monotone, but a slight smile graced her lips.
Chimerahunt grunted, noncommittal. While it was true they had made it this far without a deputy, he wasn't completely convinced the sickness had passed, and even if it had their tiny clan was a tempting target for their bloodthirsty neighbors. It would be all too easy for them to slay their leader and take over the clan... but having a deputy wouldn't fix that problem either. Not that he could blame her for delaying, either: there were few enough cats left alive it was slim pickings. "Just don't wait too long or you'll find someone has promoted themselves to deputy." It wouldn't be a surprise to him if someone stepped up naturally into the position - and if he had to guess, it would be the former leader Gravelshell, or once she returned, his mother the former leader Phoenixriver.
His whiskers twitched. Chim could understand why some leaders preferred to drive former leaders from the clan; less of a challenge that way.
Though Violetstar was not blood thirsty, nor would she be willing to turn away those whom had served the clan for so many moons. She found respect in the old leader’s, and found them as a source of advice if she ever needed it. They had seen many seasons and many moons, why should she not take advantage of it? The black and orange feline finished stepping across the stones and awaited for him to lead the way. “We will be fine.” She reassured his grunting noise.
"If you say so. It's not like a sickness could strike twice and take out all of our new members," he agreed dryly, with a pointed look toward the leader. It was dangerous to bring in new cats, though he knew there was no option. If they didn't find more able bodies, they'd all starve to death, or be taken over; but if they did, they ran the risk of infecting those same cats that were meant to provide relief. And the second time around the survivors might not be so lucky.
The mention of the sickness made her mood shift. They had all suffered immensely due to the sudden plague of the clan. It was not a story to be told, not so soon. The wounds were still fresh, the mental wounds, that is. “Let’s keep walking.” She responded, totally dropping the subject. The thought that the sickness might suddenly start up again was terrifying. Not something she wished to imagine, at all.
Her lack of response told him she had no plan for if that had happened, but he expected that much. What could they do, really, when faced with so much unavoidable death? No cure they found had worked, only luck. Shaking his head, the ginger tom lapsed into silence as well as he led her on. The silence was, in some ways, worse. Once he had preferred it, but now it only made his paws ache all the more strongly, and it reminded him of the gut-wrenching silence in the camp when their clanmates had become too weak to cry out. His ears flicked back and hurried his step until they were close enough to hear the river rushing near.
It was scary, really. Violetstar had watched them all perish. She had been one of the last cats to leave the camp, afraid for her dear clanmates. Just as the warrior in front of her was going through memories, she too, was. Finding out she was with kits during the sickness was terrifying, and rather stressful. In the end, she had lost the only kit. Her labor came on early, and her little one had never stood a chance. It had shattered her, and for the longest she had been unable to function properly, despite when her clan needed her most.
She shook her head, attempting to forget Lavenderkit, and who she may have been.
“It will all work out, in the end, Chimerahunt.” She reassures him, her voice almost a whisper.
"Better hope you live long enough to see that end," he replied, implacable. His life had been nothing but misery and he had long ago given up on any hope of a redeeming end for him. Not everything could be happy for every cat, but he had taken more than his fair share of strife. He did not expect that to change anytime soon, or even at all: when he finally died, he would not go peacefully. Chim was cynical and pessimistic, but he called it realistic, and expected his grim predictions would be right.
Some cats, there was no talking it out and hoping for the best. Though Violetstar had long ago accepted this of the tom. It was not something that was going to change, and that was okay. She didn’t love him any less, to her, he was still her family just as much as any. The cats who stayed and survived, well, they had somewhat of a special bond.
They had finally reached the river. Chim glanced over the surface, a little reluctant to get his paws wet knowing how icy it would be, but they needed food. He settled down by the edge of the water, then slipped one paw into the waves, testing it; his paw jerked back immediately at the rush of vicious cold, and he grimaced. "Any chance we could've waited for greenleaf to get sick?"
The She-cat followed behind him, and once they came to the river she sat next to the tom, making sure that their shadows were not cast along the waters. Violetstar watched as he touched the water, and him jerking away. “If only it were that simple.” She responded to his words with a light sigh, before fixing her eyes patiently on the current, searching for fish.
If there was one thing he liked about hunting land prey, it was the quiet required to do that. Fish, though, were rarely disturbed by normal conversation, so there was no reason for them not to spend the whole day chattering like starlings. "Are you sure about Goldrush?" Chim spoke slowly, and though he never took his eyes off the water, his attention was on her. It wasn't his place to speak up, but that had never stopped him. "A loner. Probably doesn't know anything about healing. Probably doesn't know anything about gathering herbs."
Well, she had somewhat hoped that they could sit in silence. Didn’t look like that was going to happen. Violetstar didn’t get offended, not easily. She knew how to handle her clanmates, even being a new leader of the clan. She was understanding just as much.
“StarClan chose him.” She explained. Violetstar was also chosen that way, and she wondered if he questioned her as well. Though, as she spoke, her attention was still focused on the waters below.
He snorted. "StarClan has been choosing a lot lately. But I don't remember them stepping in much while we were all dying." He flashed a reproachful sideways look at her, a part of him blaming the leader for listening to them even after they had been so clearly abandoned and left to their own misery. "StarClan didn't do anything to help us through the sickness. Your clanmates did. You should have trusted their judgement instead."
The two cats had an odd relationship. Chimerahunt could be totally upfront and honest with Violetstar, and the feline could still come back with a level head. “I know, Chimerahunt. Do you not think I have questioned those things as well?” She had. Violetstar had screamed to the skies, begging them for help and mercy for so long.
“Chimerahunt, do you trust me, as your leader?” Finally her eyes pulled away from the water and to the tom.
