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All this movement, all this travel, it was really reminding her of childhood, just a better, more controlled version. But, to be fair, she wasn't sure how she had gotten here, with the stretch of a few twoleg houses stretching ahead, some old torn down pavement that she made sure to keep away from because there was no way she was trusting any human paths. It was strange, she'd never gotten so close before, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little intrigued. They were neat, with pristinely trimmed laws, the type to have little white picket fences and a wooden backyard swing. It was rather warm, though maybe she was just used to the chill of Winterclan. The road the houses followed had a few cracks here and there, a pothole later down. Her eyes caught the tall fence of the closest house, a little rough to jump but certainly doable—just a look, some sort of morbid curiosity as to what went on in there, because why should she spend the rest of her life wondering? She approached, struggling to get over at first before half-falling onto the other side.
It was rather quiet. Dusk would be making way for the moon soon, and already she could hear the chirp of crickets in the distance. Winterclan wouldn't miss her, certainly, there was no harm in looking around. She needed an adventure anyway, but not the stressful kind, the type that got her giddy and excited, like she wanted to run a million miles.
From where she stood, slightly crouched near the side of the den, she noticed a ledge just above her, made of a rather ugly looking stone. Kids toys were littered around it. Some colourful form a monster stood out to her most. It had a terrifying sort of face.
"Come on legs, don't fail me," she muttered, climbing the toy and trying to make her way to the ledge. She leapt, claws scraping the edge of it, trying to get a grip before she was pulled down with a crash. "Oh come on!" She spat, hardly caring about her noise level. Stupid house, she didn't want to look at it anyway. Stupid car. Stupid idea, but despite that she tried again. And again. And once more, before she was finally able to pull herself up, panting and out of breath, onto a windowsill she could hardly stand on properly from how narrow it was. The window was closed. The lights were off. It had all been for nothing, then, because they didn't even have anything! She groaned. All that work for nothing, she could have stayed home. Done something productive, like maybe take a nap. She took a final look into the house.
Staring right back at the Lilydawn was a familiar face. In fact, it was probably the alst face she'd expect to see deep within twolegplace, none other than her cowardly half-brother Wisteriasun. He looked just as she remember him but perhaps longer, as he'd grown into a rather tall and lean tom, but there was no denying that freckling across his nose or the mandarian splash of orange patches scattered across his pelt.
There was also no missing the shimmery turquoise collar around his neck.
"What in StarClan's name are you doing here?!"
His voice was muffled, not doubt thanks to the glass pane separating the two, but he liked to think she could hear him.
The first thing she did was laugh, so much that her stomach began to hurt and her eyes watered and she found it hard to breathe. Because why wouldn't he be here, in the one place she went to escape everything just for a moment, and why did it make sense? Really, if it were anyone to end up a house cat it would be Wisteriapaw, or whatever it was he went by nowadays. Finally able to calm herself, nearly falling off the windowsill in the process, she could finally get a better look at him. He hadn't really changed much, not really, still had that same little babyface that she remembered, if not a little grown out. There was a rather. . . dashing new collar on his neck, and she couldn't help but snort at that.
"Cool accessories, where'd you get 'em?" It seemed there had been some sort of force that had suddenly, inexplicably, pulled their estranged little family together with the revival of Doefreckle, and Lilydawn couldn't say she was too happy about that. Honestly, how did she keep finding them? Perhaps up and leaving to another clan hadn't been enough.
What in StarClan's name are you doing here?!
"Starclan," She mocked, "right, right." She prickled a little at their mention, though she'd never really been one to believe. There may have been a time, when she was young, that she could have been open to properly understand the concept of them, but it had been taken the moment her siblings were murdered, the moment her fathers went with them. If they were so real, with their oh-so-infinite wisdom and power, surely they'd have done something. "I was just looking around, my question is what are you doing here, especially so far away?" Wasn't Dayclan just a little bit away?
Wisteriasun's ears flicked back in embarrassment and he lowered himself slightly. He'd been the butt of jokes for all his life and didn't particularly enjoy being laughed at by his half-sister, although, to be totally fair, it was a sort of comical experience.
"It's a long story," He finally answered after he was certain Lilydawn was going to listen to him, "Let me get on your side of the glass first, though. Stay put."
With that the white-and-ginger tom jumped down from the window-sill with an inelegant plop and disappeared into the depth's of the twolegnest. After about thirty seconds Lilydawn would hear the sound of hinges swinging and, lo and behind, Wisteriasun was sitting on the ground beneath her.
"I'm not really a kittypet, but this blasted collar has a tracker of some king on it. If I go too far out of range, the twolegs come and catch me. But I really am a DayClan cat now..."
She balanced on the edge as best she could, protests falling flat. It wasn't a very big ledge, they could hardly sit beside each other without brushing pelts and Lilydawn, for one, wasn't sure if she was so comfortable with that. Instead of dealing with the absolute torment, instead she jumped down, landing on the creepy car toy first, then onto the ground. The grass felt almost artificial.
"Really?" She was almost disbelieving. Personally, she still found it a little bit funny, only because it was Wisteria, if it were anybody else she doubted she would care all too much. "Unfortunate," she said, not meaning a word of it. Instead of histarics, she had settled into a near stone-faced look, serious and defensive, because it was another one of Doe's kits she'd run into. She wondered if she were cursed, or maybe haunted. She shifted away slightly, even though there was already a distance between them.
"Dayclan?" She looked towards the fence. "Damn. Now if Winterclan doesn't work out, I can't even go there." She'd been thinking more and more of leaving every day, because she was so, so sick of the Mountain Clans, and a part of her was still hopeful that a change of scenery would make the bad feelings stop — the same thought she'd had when she left for Winterclan.
"I don't see how that's my problem, can't you just take it off or something?" She rolled her eyes, exasperated, as if she had been dealing with Wisteria for a millennia instead of a few minutes.
"I've been trying but it's on really tight, I can't quite get my claws under it," In typical Wisteriasun fashion, he had tried to get it off for a certain length of time then given up on it. He'd been bullied in his youth and dealing with an inconvenience like a collar was nothing compared to getting your head dunked into the Southern Sea, "Glowstar got captured too, I'm sure she'll find a way out of this. Probably. Anyway, you said you live in WinterClan now? That's quite a... cold and unforgiving place... I hope you are... uh... enjoying it?"
Up close now, Wisteriasun seemed to be in pretty good condition. He'd always been a lanky sort of tom but had recently filled out a bit. In fact, he was remarkably good looking, the combination of doe-colored eyes and freckles making him quite the heartthrob. Of course, his lack of confidence was concerning and certainly a turn off, but hey, nobody is perfect.
