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Reapingnight had failed to catch any prey on his hunting patrol. He'd then proceeded to lose his afternoon spar. It seemed as if lately he couldn't do anything right. As he limped across camp, an overwhelming sense of frustration grew, starting with a bitter task in his mouth that turned into a low growl.
He was supposed to be WinterClan royalty. Respected, powerful, successful. And yet.... his only friend was his sister, no wife had been arranged for him and his loser of a brother had more power than him. How was that fair!?
Releasing a snarl, he turned back toward the camp's entrance and bolted past it. His shoulder burned in complaint but he ignored it, no, he maybe even welcomed it, because it seemed to be the one thing in his life that he could control. Reapingnight had spent his whole life in the shadow of Pomegrantepaw and while he still loved her dearly he was just now starting to realize that perhaps he'd put too many eggs in one basket.
So, he needed to get away, not sure where away was but eventually he found himself drawn toward the smell of decaying flowers. The fragrance was familiar but he couldn't place it... regardless, it was enough of a draw to give the moody boy a focus and he stalked closer and closer to SummerClan territory..
I posted this in WinterClan so I could get the AC cont requirement sorry
If she could go back to that night of that last Gathering, in which the most of her worries had been the entitled WinterClan prince and his grubby paws, Sunpetal wouldn't hesitate to reverse the clock. She was rapidly learning that all the things she'd taken for granted before were the things she should have been appreciating all along. Complying to some brat wanting her wares seemed so trivial in the face of everything else she and her clan were being forced to submit to now.
To that effect, she managed to shake off her NightClan tail for now. She avoided all her usual haunts as they'd mostly deduced all of them, instead veering off course and straddling the borders. She didn't like this side of SummerClan, where the flowers were sparse and the cold mountain air snaked down from WinterClan's obsidian peak, but it was the only place she could think of to get some solitude and collect her scattered thoughts. The evening saw her dejected, fluffy tail dragging the dirt and paws scuffing with each step, and she was without one of her prized crowns today, feeling barren and exposed without the weight around her ears.
She glanced up at the first sign of life, immediately on edge. Someone out this way could only be from the frigid clan itself, and though Sunpetal hadn't much experience in dealing with WinterClan cats, she knew enough to know they weren't generous with mercy. Her pelt was already in disarray but now, bristling and puffed out to make her look larger than she was, it only made her look a ridiculous, like an angry cottonball due to how billowy her fur was on a regular day.
"HEY!" Reapingnight, as always, was anything but sly. The moment the gray-furred tom picked out his rival on the other side of the border, his pelt fluffed up and he couldn't stop himself from calling out to her, "You are awfully close to the WinterClan border and far from home. Very suspicious... Let me guess. You're here to steal some of our precious crystals to accent your stupid flower crowns. It's not a bad idea. It would made them much more fashionable. But no, we won't share them to non-believers like you, so basically you've wasted your time."
Leave it up to the WinterClan prince to immediately come up with a somewhat believable motive of a false transgression. He was beign raised as your proper, tyrant king, the kind who decided who were criminals and who were allies with about as much care as one would select the type of fresh-kill you ate for breakfast.
"I could say the same about you." Normally, Sunpetal would have been tit for tat with Reapingnight, furiously snarling and erring very close causing a war between their two clans, but as it was now, SummerClan was in the midst of one war already and she was exhausted by it. Her voice was just a heavy deadpan, lowering her defenses now that the tom exposed himself, apparently finding him to be the least threatening cat to have come across. "Did WinterClan run out of kits to abuse or something so you're outsourcing to other clans? Hate to break it to you, but NightClan's got here before you so just run along now. I hear FallClan's been quiet recently. It's their turn."
(1) Eeries - like me - aren't allowed to set foot in FallClan due to some kind of ancient demon-magic no one understands;
(2) WinterClan has never once abused kits, only demons and they deserved it; and
(3) NightClan's taken over SummerClan?! Great news, I can't wait to tell my mother, I'm sure she'll be delighted."
Not a single one of Sunpetal's insults hit because her opponent was either incredibly confident, incredibly stupid or, more likely, a combination of bother. Reapingnight was wearing one of his trademark cocksure grins and made his way down the steep cliffside effortlessly to close the gap between himself and Sunpetal.
"Your flowers look as worn and ragged as the bags under your eyes. Having a hard time, are we? At least in WinterClan our beautiful fur coats hides such imperfections and our ornaments will outlast our own bodies," He had his ear pierced with some sort of purple crystal, it did look really cool and brought out the yellow in his mustard-colored eyes. Reapingnight was an incredibly good-looking young tom and he totally did not deserve it.
"Okay, well, I don't know what or who or even why an Eerie is; the only demonic thing that deserves abuse is you; and I'm not sure why your mother would be so interested in SummerClan’s affairs if she had an interesting life of her own, but I guess there's little to do when your paws are in a constant state of hypothermia."
If Sunpetal had waited long enough for Reapingnight to make a retort, something that would surely tout his claim to WinterClan's loyalty and therefore Wintrystar's son, it might have drastically changed the tone of this encounter. Might being the operative word.
But she didn't, instead erasing the last bit of distance between herself and the tom to grab his ear by the crystal and give it a solid yank. The delicate, sensitive skin of his ear pulled in what she could only assume was uncomfortably and would bet was definitely painful, and it was only because she had enough good sense to not start a war between SummerClan and WinterClan while they were still in NightClan's grip that Sunpetal released it before the crystal could permanently disfigure Reapingnight. "Our flowers might not be permanent, but at least no one can do that with them," she pointed out. "What kind of idiot decided that would be a good idea? They aren't even that fashionable; it's just a colored rock. Our crowns not only highlight our features, they also give us unique scents." Despite her unkempt state and matted fur, SummerClan's signature honeysuckle scent was evident, and subtly creeping in were notes of something earthier, like laying amongst spring-warmed grass: wafts of Sunpetal's favorite flower.
On the contrary --- the sudden, unsolicited yet intimate movement of grasping the bead on his ear and giving it a tug nearly made Reapingnight loose his footing. It was painful, yes, but Sunpetal - a pretty she-cat - getting close enough that he could feel her breath against his neck. And we can't forger the pressure on his ear! It was almost like she was digging her claws into him which was honestly such a turn on. Thankfully for the dark-furred tom, the confusing feeling it didn't last long because a few moments later he remembered he hated her guts and retaliated by grabbing her flower crown with a claw and dragging her head down to his chest.
"Our gemstones last generations while your stupid flowers last a week," Reapingnight fired back at her, tugging hard enough on Sunpetal's flower crown in much the same way she had pulled his earring, "Although I think we can agree about your scent being unique... uniquely terrible! I was wondering what that odor was, thanks for explaining it. Just another reason to avoid you and your dumb, hippy Clan!"
Did he really believe that? No, but he'd convince himself in due time, he'd win this argument even if it meant he had to lie. Luckily he was good at it.
Her victory wasn't long lived, she realized with a gape, as she was forced to yield to Reapingnight's retaliation, which was not a turn on for her. Sunpetal was a brazen feline, one who curled her lip at the concept of love and was secretly wooed by soft gestures, and the vicious pull of her crown was more engaging than endearing. She hissed, somehow managing to free herself of the antagonistic tom's grasp.
Sunpetal had been the one to close the remaining distance. Now, she recreated that distance, separating herself and Reapingnight and moving several feet away to glare at him. "Oh, avoid? Then what are you doing so far out here if you're looking for reasons to avoid us? We're closer to SummerClan here than WinterClan," she pointed out, the rows of SummerClan's flowered fields waving behind her.
"I don't have to explain anything to you," Reapingnight growled, breaking eye contact with Sunpetal. He was embarrassed. The SummerClan she-cat's question brought back the feelings of failure from throughout his day, plus he hadn't had enough time to make piece with the rush of confusing emotions he'd just experienced by coming into contact with her, "But if I MUST, then the answers obvious, isn't it? This is the border. Even if we don't patrol it often, it still gets patrolled, especially this time of year since we---"
Reapingnight abruptly cut himself off before revealing a WinterClan secret. Well, it really wasn't a secret, but he certainly didn't think it would be good for SummerClan to realize that WinterClan cats hunted lower on the mountain during leaf-bare. It was warmer and thus there was more prey. Simple. Probably even obvious. But he didn't want a lecture if SummerClan further fortified this border, making it more difficult for their prey to cross over it and feed his Clan...
"--- We, yeah! Exactly. Now if you'd just leave me alone, I'd finish the rest of my patrol and go home. I'd like to say it was a pleasure to meet you, but it wasn't."
