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The rain was beating the side of the den, lightning flashing through the storm covered sky. With every crash and roll of noise, Vulturemalice flinched. Ever since Greythorn got struck, causing the old tom to loose most, if not all of his hearing, Vulturemalice hated storms. They took his mentor away from him and left the newly appointed medicine cat alone in the large den.
With a sigh and grumble, Vulturemalice turned back to his herb store and began pulling piles out, sorting through the old and wilted leaves. His pale, snowy paws made swift work, bits of brown and green sticking to his fur. Setting aside most of the unusable herbs, Vulturemalice flopped onto his side and peered out of the den entrance and into the camp, watching the rain pelt down to the dirt and his Clanmates rush towards their dens. He turned his pale green gaze back towards the emptiness of his own with a small frown. Thought it was a good thing the medicine den was empty, he couldn't help but feel lonely.
Unlike Vulturemalice, she loved the storms, recalling many days where she and Poppymask sat out and watched them together. It was one of the few times they spent one-on-one before she'd been apprenticed to her mother, something Sunpetal would always value, but she did understand why the newly named medicine cat seemed uncomfortable now, eying him before he retreated back inside from where she rested right outside her own den, the rain pattering into her fluffy pelt and pasting it down against her, making her look significantly smaller than usual.
Deciding she's respected his space long enough, she got to her paws, circled back inside the garden keepers' den, then sauntered across to Vulturemalice's den. "Hey, birdie," Sunpetal purred, stepping inside. As he glanced at her, she could see a shadow of grief hollow in his gaze, and her heart constricted. Graythorn's injury was devastating to her as well, as she'd spent a decent amount of time with the grumpy medicine cat, and she ached for him to make a speedy recovery, but today wasn't about that. Today, it was her self-appointed task to help her friend. "I brought you something." She didn't wait for him to ask, merely stepped forward and plopped a delicately woven crown of vibrant dandelions atop his head. It was rather simple compared to those others wore, but for anyone who knew Sunpetal, they knew how much she loved dandelions, which made it far more special coming from her.
Before he could even open his jaws and tell Sunpetal that she was dripping all of his den floor, the crown of flowers was plopped atop his head, kinda crooked with one ear in and one ear out. With her being a garden keeper, they had been out more and more together to help tend to the herbs. He had grown rather fond of Sunpetal, though annoying she may be, she made a good companion out in the flower fields. Vulturemalice knew she had cared for Greythorn as well; everyone in the Clan took the stepping down of the old tom hard.
A petal floated off of the woven crown and brushed past his muzzle, drawing a sneeze from him due to the tickle. "Gee," Vulturemalice grumbled, flicking his pale green gaze upward to see the under edges of his accessory. "Thanks, just what I needed to make my day sunny."
"Everyone needs something to make their day sunny sometimes," she agreed, perceiving his reluctance as just how Vulturemalice expressed his gratitude. He didn't seem like the type to be gushy about it, and that was quite alright by her. "Plus, dandelions are pretty and they look stunning on you, promise! StarClan's never seen a more fashionable medicine cat." Was that a grin she saw on his maw? Sunpetal couldn't be sure, but she didn't comment on it for once.
Still leaving a trail of water in her wake, she ventured around the den and nosed her way nosily into the cubbies he had the unsorted herbs tucked into, pulling back with a watermint leaf attached to her. A quick breath saw it fluttering down and settling between her paws. "So what's on the agenda today, birdie? We cleaning up in here or digging up bones or we can kidnap Weevilspike and pretend we're inducting him into a wicked cult?" She listed off the options, emphasizing the 'we' as she involved herself in his plans for the day.
Once again, before he could protest, Sunpetal was off doing what she did best - disturbing the peace. "I had just put those back," Vulturemalice sighed inwardly, closing his eyes and turning his nose up to the heavens. At that moment though, he realized his prayers might have already been answered. He needed someone to talk to, and also a distraction. A mottled black and ginger pelt flashed through his mind, his feelings still in turmoil.
"I'm down for the kidnapping," the muddy brown tom said with a chuckle. "I need to get out of this den anyway." A different crown lay off next to his bed, also made of the bright golden weeds. "Also, could you not bring a flood in? Almost all these herbs are dried and you're just going to make them rot with all that water. Sun my ass."
"I'm the epitome of sun, trust me," the adorably fluffy thing purred, glistening sapphire eyes mirthful and unbothered by her friend's snark. Sunpetal was so unlike the Sunpaw that Vulturepaw met; first impressions never did her any justice, too honest about her thoughts and too intense at times, like the sun in the middle of a heatwave, but some days saw her more palatable, warm rather than scorching, the first thaw after a season of frost. Only cats that deserved that side got to see it. For as boastful and entitled as she was, she was excruciatingly aware how others tended to regard her.
She gave her pelt a little shake--not enough to drench anything, but a faint sprinkle misted the den walls and Vulturemalice's fur, leaving behind a faint glitter before the droplets evaporated in the warmth. "I think the rain will stop soon," she said, "it's lighter now than it was." Sheets still pattered outside, but as if on cue, as if StarClan heard her and agreed SummerClan deserved some relief, the white curtain thinned, petering down to a gentle rain. Thunder stilled rumbled, distantly now. As they waited for the rain to stop, her eyes drifted to the second crown hidden more at the back, scrunching her nose. "Whoever made that needs some pointers. It's good--could be better--but it's leagues better than what some keepers can do, even after seasons of learning." It wasn't snide or insulting, merely observational, Sunpetal highly particular about her craft and adept at seeing where some stems poked out rather than being tucked into the weave, even at a distance. She was acutely unaware of who the creator was or how he had her friend's insides all twisted up and bubbly.
At her comment over his new crown, Vulturemalice scrambled back, hiding the adornment in the corners of his overflowing nest. "It's nothing, I tried my paw at weaving one of my own, that's all," he explained rather swiftly, sweeping away any fallen and dead petals off with his tail. "Oh! Would you look at that," Vulturemalice crowed loudly, hoping to distract his Clanmate. "The rain has lessened!" His heart hammered so hard in his chest, he was sure that Sunpetal could hear it. Turning his gaze up, he sent a silent prayer to the stars that she would forget about it and not ask anymore questions.
Surprisingly perceptive, she made a note of his reaction; though, rather than comment on it, she smiled, warm and riddled with the fake kind of cluelessness. "Oh goodie," she chirped, turning to watch as the deluge dwindled down, the rain petering out until all that remained were the fat, heavy drops hanging from the eaves of the den. The clouds split too, pale light unraveling, as if the heavens heard Vulturemalice's plea.
Sunpetal shoved him from his den with two shockingly strong paws (that warrior training was paying dividends already), giggling as he spilled unceremoniously in front of her. "Well, c'mon, what are you laying around for? Let's go!"
"Wai-what?" Vulturemalice squawked, paws and tail flailing as the ginger she-cat shoved him out of his den. Tripping over his already too long legs, Vulturemalice landed chest first into a puddle, mud splashing up and covering the snow bits of his pelt. With a seething look, he turned to glare at Sunpetal, lips drawn back in a snarl. "Was that," he started in an unnervingly calm voice, "necessary?" The last word rumbled out in a growl, the fur along his shoulders bristling and ears pressed against his skull.
Standing up, he grimaced at the mud clinging to his once white chest, blending in with the smokey brown that covered most of his body. "If this stains, I'm never going to forgive you," he said with a sigh, swiping a paw across his front, trying to rid his pelt of the grainy liquid.
"Save it, birdie. We both know you wouldn't forgive me anyway," she pointed out. Where other cats would be off-put by Vulturemalice's menacing appearance. she just grinned a dazzling grin at him and reached up to lick his nose affectionately. She cast a cursory look across the rest of him then proceeded to roll her eyes at his dramatics, as if toms ever cared so much about a little bit of mud. Especially one that played with corpses and bones. "It's not going to stain and - even if it did - who would notice anyway? You look like you were dumped in mud as a kit and just shaken off afterwards already," she teased in her good-natured tone, trotting ahead of him.
He let out a long sigh, slowly shaking his head. Her affection gesture made him grumble though, stubbornly using a paw to dramatically wipe his nose. "You're a menace, you know that?" he said, keeping up after her. Though she annoyed him to the ends of his whiskers sometimes, he was grateful for the sunny she-cat being in his life. The depression after Doefreckle still clung to his pelt like a ghost, and he needed some cheering up, even if his adoptive sister didn't know the true reasoning behind his sadness. He just let everyone assume it was due to Greythorn, and he was more than happy to keep it that way. Medicine cats were not supposed to fall in love, gay or not, and he didn't know how his secret would be handle. Let alone, have rumors spread through the Clan and something happen to him or Doe.
"Where are we going again?" he asked, easily catching up to her side with his long legs. They had never set a destination, only knowing that they were going out to do something.
Together, the pair of them were quite a sight to see; Vulturemalice would have stood over her even if he wasn't naturally long-limbed, Sunpetal more akin to a scorched cotton ball that gained sentience. She bounced slightly where he had smooth, graceful strides, and her tail waved behind her and her ears perked forward, her posture otherwise perfect compared to her companion's slink. There weren't two more different cats in SummerClan - and she loved him for it, chattering away and ignoring how he persisted in trying to gauge where she was leading them.
"--and STARCLAN, did you see Rosethorn is back? She used to be my mentor, you know, back when she was deputy. Before, mmm, before she left to go to NightClan. Papi let Mama be my mentor after that since she's the best Garden Keeper in all of SummerClan, which means I'm the second best since I know everything she knows now. And I'm so much younger, so I'll be the best before you know it, isn't that something? You should feel really blessed to be in my presence. I'll remember you when I'm big and famous and the most greatest leader of SummerClan anyone's ever seen, Birdie, don't you worry. I won't forget everyone who helped me on the way. You can just tell StarClan that, like, they don't need to wait much longer before saying I can be deputy. I'm ready for it. Really. Old Devotedcrow is always going to SwiftClan anyway, so why not choose me instead? I'm here, everyone knows me, it's in my blood--Well, between you and me, and DON'T tell Papi I know this, but he's not actually my Papi by blood. I don't know who is but it doesn't matter anyway, you know? You're like my brother and we don't have blood either." Sunpetal thumped her tail against Vulturemalice's side, quieting for a moment, then she exclaimed "Oh, lookie, we're here!" and streaked ahead.
There was no marked difference about this place over any other. The grasses were longer here -- a sea of emerald dappled by violet-hued flowers, yellow and common cowslips, and white clovers -- but as they moved towards the center, there was a fresh mound of dirt disturbed that Sunpetal dug out with her paws. Concealed beneath were the discarded bones of some type of predator. "I found these near the Thunderpath. I think it was badger that got killed by a monster, so I made one of those things you and Graythorn used so I could get them here. Cool, huh? I did clean them off in the stream because they smelled AWFUL. What's this one?" She pointed at one of them, glancing up at her brother expectantly.
Vulturemalice just trotted along, listening to Sunpetal drone on about Clan life. He had heard about the return of Rosepetal, along with the one of Sunfreckle, to which he had already confronted. "Oh don't you know I've been bowing at every step you took?" Vulturemalice called after her, his voice ending in a chuckle and a shake of his head. Sunpetal was one of the few that could draw these emotions and reactions out of him. "I will be sure to pass on the message; I'm sure those living amongst the stars are more than willing to hear about the great future that you impose on. You will be the greatest and best SummerClan leader that has ever been, and I will be your lowly servernt of a medince cat, helping you along every pawstep of that path."
When they approached the grave, he took a small step back ,feeling emotions well up in his narrow throat. "Sunny," he started, looking down at the freshly turned up bones, silver lining his olive eyes. He closed them, feeling unwanted emotion and feeling crest in his chest. Turning away from the morbid gift, he gave a small shake of his head. "I haven't been honest with you," he murmured, looking down at his snowy paws.
She couldn't be sure whether that was mockery in his voice or not, but she didn't have the time to ponder it before he turned away. Spirits dashed in that swift Sunpetal way, she was prepared to get defensive when his quiet murmur interrupted that reaction. "Oh." She sobered, lifting her eyes from the carcass to Vulturemalice's back then to it again, forming her own conclusion. "You know Birdie, if you don't actually like bones, you could have just said that. That's a strange thing to lie about."
"It's not that dumbass," he said with a small laugh, shaking his head. Gathering himself, Vulturemalice took a deep breath, keeping his olive eyes on his mud-stained paws. He wasn't sure how to say it; he didn't have an affair, it was merely one night, but that night meant everything to him. They still talked, still cared for each other, but there was supposed to be nothing more. Yet his heart still ached, still yearned. And it was so painful it was something he couldn't keep to himself anymore. No matter how nice the little touches were, the meeting of eyes across the camp, the love he had felt for the tom would always overwhelm him and be there.
"I didn't make a mistake," he started, turning his gaze up to the sky. Part of him wished it was dark and he was gazing up at the stars that they mapped out their own constellations in. "But I did something that is wrong to the code, and it's been eating at me for weeks now." He wasn't sure how his sister would feel about it, sexuality and mates were a subject they had never really touched. He took in a slow breath, welcoming the cold air of the encroaching leaf-fall. "I fell in love with Doefreckle, and he feels something for me, but I know it can never be a thing."
The words came out fast, the fresh pain piercing his heart. "I didn't mean for it to happen, but I know that's what everyone says. And I know he is who he is, but he saw me in a way I never thought anyone could see me and I never expected to be loved in that way or to feel love in that way and I'm so confused on what to do because he said he can't be with me but I know I will only ever want him." As he spoke, his claws dug deeper into the ground, a rare silver tear escaping his eyes, squeezed closed to the point of almost pain. "It's been killing me not to say anything to you, but I didn't want you to be disappointed in me as a medicine cat."
Sunpetal scanned the sharp valleys of Vulturemalice's features, taking in the sight of his tear-streaked worry and the hoarse hesitation in his voice. Emotions were never her strong suit, but there was an instinct, as familiar to her as laughter, that told her that right now, in this moment, her brother needed all of the best of her. She'd give him that.
Gently, she stepped around him so his back was no longer facing her, pushing her head beneath his chin and drawing her warmth close to his chest. Sunpetal waited like that, snuggled against him, peering patiently up at him, until Vulturemalice relented and glanced down at her, brushing her nose against the sparkling teardrop. This side of Sunpetal was reserved for only those dearest to her, a glimpse at the bleeding heart she kept guarded. "I could never be disappointed in you, Birdie," she told him, voice rich with that perfect Sunpetal brand of sincerity, "You're my brother before you're ever a medicine cat, okay? And even if you weren't my brother, who cares who you love? If anyone wants to say anything about it, they'll have to go through me." The fluffy she-cat herself was a product of an unconventional relationship, one known throughout SummerClan and beyond, so she was completely unfazed by his confession; she would just make a mental note to threaten Doefreckle later, regardless of their friendship.
