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It wasn't the first time he'd been on another clan's territory; he had visited some before, mostly SpringClan, on his apprentice trip to the Mooncreek. But this was the furthest he'd ever gone, and he had no valid excuse to be here if anyone caught him.
A prey sickness had driven SummerClan from their own lands in order to survive. He hadn't been out to hunt in the rogue lands they occupied before today, because he was still recovering from terrible fox injuries. It was the second time one had menaced him, and he was frankly growing tired of the medicine cat's den. It didn't help this time he'd come home with a broken rib because one of his own clanmates had thrown him out of a tree in an attempt to save his life. So he had taken a while to heal, and now that he was out for his first hunt, he'd gotten terribly lost. A twoleg with a dog had found him, and the dog had ripped free of the twoleg's grasp and ran for him. He had barely managed to escape, but by the time he had he'd been alone and far from home.
Crownglass had been wandering for half the day when he found a twoleg bridge and stood at the edge, staring slackjawed at the gaping chasms opened around him. He had never seen a gorge before, so he definitely didn't live near here, but he was so stunned by the sight he didn't think to turn back.
Seapaw had finally escaped from the nursery with a promise from her father to remain there until her return. She loved her new half-siblings as much as those from her own litter but she fund herself raising the kits instead of her father. He'd been a good father during her kithood and then had seemed to just forget about her siblings and her once they became apprentices. So far he's barely stayed in the nursery long enough to care for these two new kits, so she's taken it upon herself to raise them, putting her life and training on hold. But for the moment, she'd enjoy her chance out of the camp and away from a life she wasn't prepared for. Motherhood, even if it was to her siblings, wasn't something she'd expected to face at such a young age and with no mate or lover by her side. More often than not, she doesn't even have her father's help in the matter. Her plans were to just roam the territory, hunt if the opportunity arose and enjoy her few hours of peace before she needed to be back. Seapaw had told her father she'd be back by the time the sunset, and it was just past mid-day now. For the moment she found herself nearing the gorge, as far from camp as she dared in case something went wrong back at camp and she needed to hurry home to the kits.
It was so deep! Did cats live at the bottom? Did they live across? The twoleg bridge carried a strong scent marker, and he guessed it must belong to some clan, but which clan was completely lost on him. Crownglass was careful to keep to the unclaimed side of the border. As he examined the sandy rock walls, he noticed a she-cat appearing at the edge of the gorge, not too far out.
"Hey! Excuse me," Crownglass called, inclining his head in greeting to her. "You wouldn't happen to a clan cat, would you? What clan lives here? I'm a little far from home, but I haven't crossed your border any." He wanted to be respectful, and was concerned about getting attacked. Reinjured this far from home could be a death sentence.
"I would be and this is EarthClan. Can I help you with something?" He seemed lost, and as much as she knew she should run him off as he was obviously from a different clan, she didn't. A lost cat didn't necessarily mean danger, just caution and directions. Seapaw came to a slow stop a few paces away from him, waiting to see where he was from. She'd never made it to a gathering and only new the scents of those clans directly on their borders, so she was at a lost as to where he'd come from and how far he'd traveled. Besides that, unless you count meeting her new siblings and the brief moment her mother had been a live when she was born, Seapaw had never met a cat from a different clan.
"My name is Crownglass. I'm a SummerClan warrior, and if you can't tell, I'm a little lost." He smiled apologetically. "You wouldn't happen to know which way my territory is, do you?" He guessed it would be a long walk, and that worried him. It was getting dark, and who knew what would be lurking out in the woods, where he would have no other cats to protect him? It looked like a storm was rolling in as well, and the sound of thunder and rain would cove
Seapaw hadn't had the chance to leave her own clan's territory. She'd bene far to busy caring for her slightly insane father and now his latest batch of kits. The she-cat really wished she could help but she couldn't think of how without risking being out in the rain storm. Their wasn't time to rush back to camp for help in this matter. "We should probably find shelter first. That storm looks like its moving fast and I'd rather not be caught out in it. Then we can see about looking for your clan's territory." There was a small cave not to far off, she'd used it when she was younger plenty of times to have some time to herself. Luckily for them it was just large enough for the two of them with a pawstep or two's space between them. It wasn't her first choice but it was the closest and best they had. She'd rather not be stuck in such close quarters with another clan's cat but she would make do for the time being, as long as she got the cent off her before she returned to camp.
The ebony tom nodded, relieved she had made the offer. She seemed friendly enough, to offer him shelter for the storm, and he was feeling optimistic about getting back to the clan after. "Where's the cave?" Crownglass asked, raising his head and looking around. The whole territory was strange and foreign and he was excited to explore it... and tired and excited to get a good nap in while he waited out the storming. The giant chasm ripping a claw gash in the ground beneath him was cool, though, and fascinating.
"I'll show you, but careful where you step." Some spots looked stable but really weren't when you got closer to the chasm, and they'd need to walk a little closer to it in order to enter the cave as the entrance was near the edge of the chasm. Seapaw waved her tail a means to follow her, her eyes focused on the land in front of her that she knew like the back of her paw. But he mind, he mind was on the tom behind her. He peaked her interest, he was different, from another clan, someone she'd never been able to met as she'd been stuck in camp at every gathering since she'd become an apprentice. Mind you, she never cared about tending to the gatherings, she had her own duties to tend too; apprentice duties and then raising her two siblings. But now she wondered about what they were like. Getting to met other cats, hear about what their clans were like, the culture, the territories, the problems, all of it. It fascinated her.
Crownglass nodded, quickly trotting after her. He set his paws down carefully, but looked straight ahead - he quickly figured out it was a bad idea to look down when walking this close to the edge. Looking over into the abyss had his stomach drop and his balance slip, as if he was going to fall, so he was careful to stare forward. "Thanks for the help, by the way," he called ahead. Lightning forked overhead as the storm began, and he had to call out a second time. "Thanks!"
Her focus had been on the path in front of her, one she could walk with her eyes closed, but she'd heard him call out to her from behind just as she'd made it into the cave. "You're welcome." It was simple kindness in her eyes, but at least this stranger had some manners, better than her own at the moment since she'd failed to introduce herself. While waiting for him to come closer and inside the cave, her eyes glanced across the sky, assessing the storm. It would last for some time, probably through the night. Hopefully, her father had stayed with the kits like she'd asked. The mere thought of him having abandoned his own children brought a frown to her face. He'd probably left to see his newest fling, whoever they were. Hopefully he wouldn't be bringing home another set of kits. She had her paws full with just two, she couldn't imagine how she'd handle any more.
He wasted no time in entering the cave. With lightning already showing in the sky the rain would hit them soon, and the winds were starting to pick up. As he entered the depths of the cave he began aware that a dark, secluded corner like this was a perfect place for her to attack him, and his hackles started to rise. Had he been too eager to go with her? But she had seemed friendly enough, and as he shifted to look at her, she didn't seem too inclined to skin him. He sized her up. She looked like an apprentice still, or close to one, so he guessed he could take her if he had to.
Seapaw paid him no mind, her mind far away back in camp, worried for the two kits left in their incapable father's paws. Why she ever thought she could just leave for a few hours was beside her. She was a fool for believing that a few hours wouldn't hurt but now she was stranded out for the night. "Just great" It was pure frustration that coursed through her as she flopped down near the entrance to the cave wedged against the side, leaning heavily against it as she gazed out at the thunderous sky.
As she settled down herself, he figured he was safe. He curled up in a comfortable lying position and rested his head on his paws, waiting for the storm to pass. His position was awkward to the eye, propping up his front half in a way that didn't look very comfortable, but it was necessary; he'd broken ribs and they were still healing, and applying too much pressure made them ache. When she spoke his ears flicked sharply upright, then angled back. Was she regretting being trapped here with him? "It isn't ideal," he agreed cautiously, "but the storm won't last long. Then I'll be out of your fur for good, and you won't have to see me again."
"Not you. I'm afraid I've been a fool." The tom had no means of knowing her burdens, or her struggles, so what good would it do to take them out on him. Seapaw flickered her gaze towards him in order to make sure that he understood it was him she was frustrated with, she'd happily help anyone in need, even someone from another clan. "I left an irresponsible individual in charge of my kits." Well they weren't hers to say but she cared for them as if they were and most didn't bat an eye when she called them that. Though that within her own clan and many of them had seen the way her father was and didn't question it but an outsider might not realize her slip up by calling them hers.
"Oh." It felt like a weak response, but he wasn't sure what else to offer her. After a moment, he looked down at his paws. His golden eyes always perfectly betrayed his thoughts, thought he'd rather keep to himself. He didn't want to offend her, but she seemed a little young to be a mother, and her predicament felt a little odd. Why had she left a cat she knew was irresponsible in charge of looking after her kits while she was gone? "Look... I don't know you, but maybe it won't be that bad. There's other queens around, right? They'll look after your litter until you get back and make sure nothing happens to them. That's how it always was in SummerClan, anyway, when I was growing up." Galacticcrumble had died while her kits were young, so young Crownkit had been raised by the clan.
In many's eyes she was young, to young to be handling her father's mistakes are complications. She loved her siblings dearly, but hated that tehir father barely even paid them any mind. "There are other queens but they can be a handful. Besides their father should be responsible for his own children and for a few hours he can be, but after that, he tends to wonder off to who knows where doing who knows what." Seapaw resented her father somedays; he was still her father and she loved him dearly as well but she just wished he'd be more apart of these kits' lives as he had been for her and her littermates. The tom was just losing it and she could only stand back and watch. Maybe she'd ask her uncle for help next time, instead of leaving the Peanutblossom's incapable paws. Frustrating rippled through her, mostly at herself but also at her father and the fact that she just new he'd leave the camp the first chance he'd get to go see his newest fling. He acted like it was a secret to anyone that he had flings, but everyone in the clan knew and it was an embarrassment.
"Starkkit and Ivorykit…." What could you say about two kits that were barely two moons old and hardly new their father. Just the other day Ivorykit had called her mom. Seapaw had been quick to correct the young one, but still.
He didn't know how to answer that. He was quiet as he thought, his gaze distant as he stared out of the cave. The storm wasn't so loud in here; a constant rumble, a tremble beneath his paws, with accompanying flashes of light piercing his vision. He looked away from the dark and back at her. He couldn't imagine what she was going through, her mate refusing to spend time his family in pursuit of his own ambitions, leaving her to raise their family alone.
His head dipped in acknowledgement to her, his golden gaze troubled. "I am sorry to hear that," he told her softly. "I know it is not my place to intrude, but-- why don't you just talk to him, the father of your kits? He might listen if you made your case clear."
Her kits? She blinked owlishly at him. "Their not mine, their my siblings." That was a whole different can of worms than what she was sure now he'd been thinking. Many did the same thing until they saw who the father was. Seapaw was a responsible young cat, and thus got disappointed looks and pity from her clan mates when they saw her tending to her father's second litter. "We share the same father but have different mothers. Mine passed when I was a kit. I've just been helping take care of them." Helping. more like raising them herself buts he didn't mid. She loved the two little ones fiercely.
"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize." That made much more sense to him, though, and the pieces were falling into place. Mainly that she didn't have a litter this young after all, she was just helping her father with his. Thinking back on what she said, he was a little troubled to hear that her father wasn't helping raise the kits like he might have raised Seapaw. "I understand. My mother left when I was a kit, and my father has had other litters as well... but he was never there for me to begin with, so I never had to see him with another she-cat. That must be difficult."
"It's fine. Most do the same thing when tehy first hear about teh kits and some days it feels like they are mine. Just the other day Ivorykit called me mom, I had to correct her and she's nearly apprentice age." Seapaw didn't see the harm in raising the kits herself, didn't really mind it either. The she-cat just grew frustrated with his inconsistancy. "If he'd just make up his mind whether he was going to be there for them or not wouldd be nice. I can see how it frustrates the two little ones and it's only hurting them in the long run. I've understood who my father is for some time, but the kits don't understadn that he'll never hold up to his promises." She'd seen his disappointement first hand. Peanutblossom had promised to be the best father he could be, told them everyday when they were kits and then left them to go after flings the moment they had mentors. These two kits, he hadn't even given them the chance, leaving the first chance he could get. Seapaw picked up the slack where she could but even she could see teh angry and resentment forming in Ivorykit and it worried her what it could turn into.
