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@ian Mistberry and Pastelchaos bonding thread tasked with finding old remains of the survival clans. A job neither of them really wanna do.
Mistberry was assigned Diethard partner to go explore and attempt to locate any old possession that may have resurfaced or been left in tack from the Great Flood ages ago that took out the Survival Clans. Since moving back the area, many cats had expressed a desire to see if anything was left, especially after an apprentice found a broken item someone must have once owned. A few patrols or pairings had been made for this tasks I that others could focus on the more important things, such as hunting. Mistberry was one of the few selected for the boring job of archeological exploration.
Normally, such an activity was fun for the tom. After all, there was always a certain level of causing trouble that was only able to be achieved when you weren't by cats who had a vested interest in promoting the opposite of chaos. But, the tom was still a bit melancholy, which meant he wasn't as excitable as normal. Instead, he'd accepted the task with a faint nod and a flick of his tail. He was sort of sure that Heavystar had sent him on the mission to cheer him up, after all, this was exactly the thing that was precisely up the calico's sleeve. That was a sweet gesture, he thought, but he really didn't feel like it. He let out a sigh. Oh well.
He padded over to Mistberry with with a blink. He didn't know much about the tom, well, really, anything about the tom, but he knew he was vaguely connected. His nose twitched slightly as he offered a smile. "Ready for this?"
Mistberry rolled his eyes, "is anyone? I mean really who wants to go digging for broken things? Especially when there are more important things that need to be done." Sentimental fools, he thought. The tom didn't understand why all of these cats wanted to find out if there was anything left of the old camps and territories. Sure it could be interesting to see what survived, but the tom didn't see why trained warriors were being sent on this when it seemed more like a task for apprentices or brats to be doing. It's a waste of his time if he had anything to say about it.
"You must be fun at parties," the tom responded with a wink, his head tilted to the side. So, he'd been assigned on a patrol with someone who was just as much of a square as the rest of them. Was this what he got for bothering Heavystar the other day? A buzzkill? He let out a soft sigh, before nodding and taking off in the direction of the ruins.
"As much as I love the theatricals of being too cool for school, try to keep an open mind, kay? Who knows, maybe we will find some great secret to... I don't know, immortality or something? Now, that would be worth the trip. Could you imagine how much fun we could get into if we lived forever?"
“A real hoot.” Sarcasm, his native language, accompanied by his ever common eye roll. The tom couldn’t help the grin though at the idea of finding something secrete. He hadn’t thought of that, a failure in his own part to calculate. “Oh? And what great secret do you think we’ll find in these waste lands? Isn’t immortality saved for the cats of DayClan? Do tell me we don’t have to share all that we find?” Mistberry meant it in a while to keep power for himself, something he’d been doing more and more since the loss of his family. Each death and disappearance break him little by little, leaving behind a grumpy, sarcastic tom with a desire for power. His once protective nature of his siblings hollowed into a manipulative one. His sarcasm born from spite and anger at the world. But that did not stop the fact blood covered his claws and that it was of his own doing and choice. With the shake of his head, the dark silver tabby brought his mind back in task. No matter, he thought, even if they did not find anything in this trip it would allow him time away from the clan to think without cats questioning him or bothering him too much. Maybe, maybe he can even bounce ideas, subtly of course, off of the cat before him. If he twisted his words just right, he could make his inquiries as those reflecting the old clans more than the future he desires.
He smirked at the idea of DayClan's immortality; it was a fun rumor, but that's all it could be, right? There wasn't really immortality, was there? He then let out a chuckle at the tom's next words. "Do I look like a cat who likes to share?" the small calico tom asked with a lopsided grin. "If there's anything particularly interesting here, it's all ours."
They walked along, Pastelchaos' steps always a bit more of a skip than a normal gait. "So, while we walk, why don't you tell me about yourself? We can swap stories until we get there, and trust me, I've got some good stories," he meowed with a nod, his gaze twinkling.
