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Of all the stupid decisions he had made in his life — and there had been many — this might be one of the worst.
A light rain drizzled over his shoulders as Floodfate plodded on toward the SummerClan border. He hadn’t been awake this early in moons, and the late afternoon sun was hurting his sleepy eyes. This was a terrible idea from the start. He had been so certain he scented SummerClan on her brother’s coat, but maybe he had imagined it. And if Soot was here, what then? How was he going to explain that he had wandered out here to meet the fiery, annoying little prisoner? Floodfate himself wasn’t sure why he had come. Or he didn’t want to admit it to himself. He was lonely, he had few friends in NightClan, and even if he never got along with Soot, she was a SunClan cat like he’d been. There had to be some connection there.
As the gray-and-white tom finally reached the SummerClan border, he just stared at it blearily. This was a stupid idea. He shouldn’t have come all this way.
They were in a similar crossroads of stupid decision. Due to Crow's ascension to deputy, she had decided to stay in SummerClan for the time being. Not the transient stay that she was doing for his kits, but the full out stay in SummerClan and even refer to herself as part of the group. It still didn't quite sit right with her, but her son needed to learn how to deal with the poor tom who questioned him. Who better to do that than her, an ex-leader in her own right? She did get stir-crazy in the camp more often than not, so she took to just wandering around the edges of her territory. It offered some relief to the mother and now mentor, but she still longed for that trek across the desert or that swim across the bay.
A visitor would do nicely either way. Despite the rain she found Floodfate's scent drifting across the border, and it took no time for her to catch up to the rather beat-up tom. "Looks like you've been through hell and back quite a few times."
He heard the sound of a cat quickly approaching behind him and his shoulders stiffened, bracing for attack. When she was close the small tom turned, suspicious eyes seeking hers as his one ear pinned back and he bared his teeth. He wasn’t trespassing, not that he thought that would stop any overindulgent warrior, but the queen that faced him wasn’t what he expected either.
When it was clear she wasn’t going to attack him yet, his ear flicked forward again to listen, and he grunted noncommittally. “You could say that,” Floodfate agreed with a wry twist of his split mouth. He had spent moons of his life training in hell.
Undersized with soft grey-and-white fur, he took after this mother more than his father, though his coat was splotched where she was striped. He didn’t have much familiar resemblance to his siblings, not on the surface, and he preferred to keep it that way.
(Just graduated, so my activity should get back to normal soon)
Really, she found it interesting that he thought she would attack. If she had wanted to do him harm, she would have tried to ambush him or something like that, not barrel through the forest like some badger. Whatever. She wasn't going to stop anyone from being paranoid. It looked like the tom had earned that right anyway.
She stood taller than him, being slightly larger than the average she-cat. Her fur failed to conceal her scars, but they were nowhere near the magnitude of the tom's. Comparatively, she looked like a kittypet with her almost pristine appearance. She closed the distance between them a little bit more, but made sure to leave a few fox-lengths of space between them. The tom didn't seem like the friendly type, or at least he had a hard shell to crack. "Care to explain?" She tilted her head to the side. "Or not, I don't care."
"Not particularly." Floodfate didn't trust her for a second. She may not have attacked him on sight, but that didn't mean she had pure intentions. Who knew what devious plans were lurking in her mind? Some might call him paranoid, but his suspicions were justified. He had already met two spies from other clans and it wouldn't surprise him to bump into a third.
He shifted back a few steps as she came closer, too wary to let her get close. Floodfate didn't like physical contact with his own family, much less a cat he had never met before. Still, their increased proximity gave him one benefit: even with the rain, he could catch her scent now. SummerClan, unsurprising given the border he nearly crossed, but she hadn't been here long.
"New recruit?" he suggested. "Stay away from the fish, if they offer it."
