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It had been weeks since Ferret had become a runaway of Winterclan. Her strength slowly returning to her after moons of treacherous traveling and lack of food. If it wasn't for Winterclan, she'd probably be dead, no matter how harsh it was that they forced her to sleep out in the cold simply because she wasn't born here. She let out a sigh as she padded her nest with a bit more moss. It would never keep the cold out, but it was better then freezing to death. At least she was guaranteed at least three meals, something that wasn't guaranteed when she lived on her own. She circled the moss bed before laying down on top. Much better then before, although she could still feel the snow coming through and wetting her pelt. Although in a strange way it felt nice against the burning of her old scars.
I just need a few more days to recuperate, and then I'll move on again.
She thought to herself. There was nothing keeping her around. Sure, she could go through another moon and a half of grueling training to be fully accepted in, but the truth be told the training caused flash backs of the days her father "trained her". There was also talk that she'd have to participate in the gladiator trial, which sounded less then fun.
The wind howled angrily as it whipped through the icy, lifeless mountains that she had once owned. The last time she had been here she had made it her life duty to keep her clan's blood pure, declaring traits such as light colors and long furs to be desired and anything different be cast off. She had banished outside contact and backed herself into a corner that ended up being her downfall. So, she had left. To learn more about herself and the outside world she had once hated so much. Now her long furs smelled of sunshine and flowers, the scent being dragged through the mountains by the wind. Her small stature forced her to burrowed through the snow like a gopher through dirt. Her trail being tracked by the small uprising of snow as her midget cat body pushed through the cold mass of white. Suddenly, she stopped and shoved herself onto her rear legs to peak over the floor of snow, her jaws widening - tongue rolling out to scent the air. Someone was near, but they did not smell quite right. They smelled of winterclan yet not of winterclan. Her silver point face disappearing once again under the snow, her trail veering in the direction of the scent.
Her gaze stared out at the endless abyss of snow. The only coverage from boundless snowflakes being an overhang protruding from the Winterclan den's.
At least they allow us to use these.
She thought bitterly to herself. The brooding would end though when she saw what seemed to be something hidden under the snow heading straight for her. "Is that a mole?" she thought out loud. She pushed herself into a sitting position to stare at whatever was burrowing straight towards her. "I didn't know snow moles existed!" She said excitedly, the bitterness disappearing from her eyes and replacing with a twinkle of excitement.
The burrowing seemed to pick up speed, bee lining for the runaway calico before suddenly disappearing under her paws. A second passed by, a snow owl could be heard above letting out a low “who” in the attempts of finding another. Suddenly, Corpserose’s small head popped out from under Ferret’s paws, causing a comedic scene of the she-cat’s front paws to be on the top of the former leader’s head. “Hmmm I must have miscalculated,” the midget cat mused,”I have forgotten how far the wind will carry.” She mumbled more to herself rather than the companion balancing her front pads on the top of Corpserose’s head
She tried to consciously back up as the burrowing came closer and closer. Her fur bristling as her back end hit the side of the den behind her.
Oh god please don’t tell me that snow moles eat cats.
She knew the thought was probably illogical. After all, moles were smaller then cats. Then again she had never seen a snow mole. She was startled as a she-cat suddenly popped up under paw. “You’re not a snow mole...” She accidentally said out loud, slapping her tail over her muzzle as she realized what she had just said. “N-not that you look like a mole! I-I just mean...” she trailed off, blushing slightly in embarrassment.
Corpserose's eyebrow raised as she looked up at Ferret in question, and then back at her own trail, before looking up at Ferret again.
"A snow mole?" She echoed before her body was shaking with a fit of laughter. "Oh, my dear. I have been called many things...but a snow mole...well I think that's my new favorite," the Siamese grin, "maybe if I ever have kittens I'll name one after one of those."
Corpserose couldn't help but shake with laughter again at the thought before finally containing herself and wiggling out of the snow, much like a trout jumping out of a river.
Once she finally fully came out of the snow Ferret was able to get a good luck at the mysterious cat. This she-cat was abnormally short in stature, her body the normal length but her legs nothing more then stubs. All the same though muscles rippled her her Siamese pelt and the way she carried herself screamed confidence.
She's... cute...
The thought crossed Ferret's mind causing her to blush slightly. If her father was around, he would have gave her a few more scars for the thought. As a she-cat, her duty was to carry on the family name, and obviously that would be impossible with a female as a mate. "But he's not here anymore..." The words unintentionally mumbled out of her mouth, causing her tail to stand up straight and her eyes to grow wide.
"I-I mean! Uhhh! T-The rabbit that came through here! Not here anymore!" She said panicking. Her cheeks blushing even more at the mistake.
You furbrain.
She cleared her throat and curled her tail around her paws to get herself to calm down. "A-Anyway, I don't think you actually look like a snow mole! I just... well... mistook you for one." The last bit of words came out softly as she realized how stupid she probably looked right now.
Corpserose watching the she-cat with a small smile, her icy blue eyes trailing over her.
What a magnificent feline
The former leader thought as she looked up at Ferret through her long eyelashes. "Do not worry, my dear. I take no offense." she purred before finally becoming aware of her surroundings. The minuscule protection the overhang offered was made into a small, dingy camp complete with a moss bed- almost frozen - within the snow. "Do you....do you live here?" she suddenly asked, her confusion evident in her voice.
Is that why she smells like this? Half Winterclan, half...not?
She wondered, her unblinking gaze suddenly trained intently on Ferret's.
She thought to herself as her face turned an even brighter shade of red and she wrapped her tail around her paws. "W-Well... yeah... for now anyway. Those who first join are branded runaways and have to live outside the dens for the first two moons while undergoing training before becoming full Winterclan. I'm working towards that now." She explained. She realized how stupid this all sounded. After all, just a few minutes prior she was talking about giving up and moving on. Now here she was explaining the whole rule and acting as if she was always aiming to become full Winterclan.
Corpserose's brows furrowed deeper and deeper as Ferret explained herself, her eyes drinking in the sight of Ferret's blush climbing up her cheeks. "I guess a few things have.....changed since I have last been here," she meowed slowly - choosing her words carefully before taking another look around.
"This is my fault, isn't it?" she mumbled to herself, sadness and anger laced in her voice. The siamese shook her head quickly, trying to snap herself out of the negative thoughts swirling through her brain. "What is your name, runaway?" she asked, blue pools snapping up to meet her gold ones.
She remembered not to say the question out loud this time, figuring the she-cat didn't want to explain this to someone she barely knew. Her burning cheeks finally cooling as she realized they were finally moving on from talking about Ferret's embarrassing life. "Ferret." she said, embarrassed all over again. She had been given the name by her father for being the weakest of the kits. The animal she was named after apparently being weak and mostly owned by two-legs. She hated her name, but refused to change it. After all, it was all she had left to remember her three siblings.
“Ferret.....I like that name, it’s cute.” She grinned. “I guess it would only be polite to introduce myself. I’m Corpserose. I use to be Winterclan’s...well I use to live here.” The she-cat meowed. At one time she would have bragged about her former leadership but her traveling and soul searching made her realize her era of isolating winterclan wasn’t the best years. She had tried to hard to protect her clan from anything that could hurt it that she became the exact thing that was harming her home...her family. “It’s been a while though.” She breathed out nervously
She blinked her eyes in surprise at the compliment and felt a smile sneak onto her muzzle. "T-Thank you." She mumbled out through her bashfulness. Her ears twitched at the sound of Corpserose's own name. "You're beautiful!" She eventually said rather loudly, but then quickly realized what she had said. "Your name I mean..." She said trying to save herself but realizing she was just making herself look like an ass. "I-I mean.... not that you're not beautiful! I mean you are.... as a friend, of course!"
As a friend? Really Ferret?
She was now annoyed with herself. Why couldn't she just have a normal conversation.
