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Lilydawn was furious. An anger that could rival the one she felt towards Doefreckle when she first saw him, relaxing in the sun, under the impression he had forgotten all about her. This was a little different, because she wasn’t angry at anyone in particular — it was a worldly thing, an ‘I hate the universe, and the universe hates me’ type of rage, because nothing was going right and everything was going wrong, and she didn’t know what she was doing but she hated it all anyway. In that moment, she hated everything about WinterClan, their traditions, the way they all talked and the way they were so stupidly crazy about their own blood. She hated their classes, their camp, every single cat who had decided to make that wretched place their home, including herself because it had been such a stupid decision. She almost wished she stayed in Summerclan.
She took a deep, shaky breath, steadying herself as she half-walked half-slid down a somewhat steep slope. Perhaps she was overreacting — it was just a pointless marriage, after all, only a moon until they could split (unless the tom didn’t want too, but she’d find a way to convince him). But she hated feeling so controlled. She was the daughter of four previous Mountain Clan leaders, the least they could do is give her some autonomy. She snorted in frustration, her breath coming out a faded fog. The snow was lessening as she neared the end of the border, but that didn’t mean it was much warmer, not when the leaves were nearly bare.
Originally, she hadn’t planned to go anywhere near Summerclan. She’d seen hardly any activity, it was near a ghost-town. So much for ‘I’ll never leave you again,’ she supposed. Though it was a little strange, but certainly none of her business, as he’s convinced herself. But as she edged Springclan’s territory, because she hated being in that desolate, snowy prison at the moment, she found herself staring into their open fields. It was later, the moon was beginning to rise, and her fur was fluffed against the chill. She was quite thankful for her small ears, they didn’t freeze easy.
Every time she’d taken a look, she always ran into someone from the past, and Lilydawn doubted she could do that again. She turned away instead, not wasting much time in walking off. She sat at her sibling’s graves for a moment, noticing the flowers were beginning to wilt but not having the drive to change them. He made a mental note to do that another day, when her head was clear and she wouldn’t ruin the atmosphere with her anger. And as she left, Summerclan was still on her mind. At the border again, she paced restlessly. She was not as furious as before, but the annoyance was still there, and she would rather do anything else than spend the night there. So instead, she settled just outside their border, not sleeping, watching curiously and apprehensively to see if there was any activity at all. And, no, she was not waiting for anyone in particular, thank you very much.
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Doe was going through an indescribably strange time. He was both resentful, so hateful, of his birth Clan taking over the refuge he'd come to love like a sinner loved a sacred church, and guiltily at home in the dark; he was grieving Hywel and he hated him; he had given into impulses with Pinesimmer that now made him feel like he needed to wash every time he glimpsed Sunpetal across the camp, his skin prickling with the shameful secret; he cared oddly for Stormstar and he'd betray him in a second, or so he told himself to make himself feel less treacherous to SummerClan at the fact he didn't completely know; Shadedsun was like a gentle beacon of calm amidst it all, which made him feel like he cared less than a SummerClan prisoner ought to and like he should have been suffering more; and everything else was fear, uneasiness, strange joy, guilt, piled high with dirty secrets and his own worst impulses. He could feel it all trickling through the hourglass to some finale - he just didn't know which side he'd be on when it came. Not of SummerClan or NightClan, just... guilty or innocent; happy or in despair; a traitor or a saviour. Either way, Doe's easy, careless life was coming to an end and he'd soon be confronted by all the consequences of the actions he'd never had to pay for before.
Perhaps precisely because of that, Doefreckle needed to get away. Though he'd already become more of a homebody before the takeover, shedding the preoccupation with constant travel and adventure of his younger years and preferring to stay within SummerClan when he wasn't slipping out to visit Hywel, being cooped up by force made him feel claustrophobic. And yet, even then he unexpectedly liked the routine of being told what patrols to go on and when; and perhaps it was that guilty acceptance of NightClan rule that made him need to get out. Or, darker still, maybe it was simple, selfish, panicked fear. Pinesimmer had taken to being obnoxious, holding their reckless night together over Doe's head for the delight of it, threatening terribly close to sweeping him in for a kiss in front of Vulturemalice or Sunpetal and giving him that wicked-eyed grin when he balked at the idea. The terror of Sunpetal finding out what he'd done with the tom who'd cut a life out of her father in front of her eyes consumed him and drove him nearly mad; with his paw better, now it was guilty, paranoid fear, imagining all the ways the secret could come out, that needled through his fur and kept him awake at night. Either way, he almost didn't think twice about sneaking out through the honeysuckle into the dark, cool fields. The problem with posting a small outpost of soldiers in a colony was that those few soldiers very quickly became conflicted; SummerClan, though subjugated and poisonous, couldn't not be beautiful and infectiously gentle any more than a flower could stop smelling sweet. With Sagebristle already beginning to be softened, Stormstar otherwise occupied, and Phantomfox nowhere to be found, Doe felt, if not certain that he wouldn't be caught, at least relatively sure that he'd just be scolded and escorted back if discovered rather than face any punishment more insidious and befitting of Aspenstar's actual wishes.
So, somewhat defiantly, somewhat desperately, Doe picked his way through the dark, silver-lit meadows, his eyes on his paws and on the black rabbit warrens amid the little trickling rivulets of early autumn streams and the closed daisies. When he was halfway across one of the meadows, his nose suddenly twitched and he looked up. Across the expanse of rolling fields, he spotted the pale, familiar shape of his daughter. Briefly, he felt afraid for her - Aspenstar's authority didn't extend across the SummerClan border, but if Phantomfox had been creeping behind him in the dark an imaginary line wouldn't have stopped a bloodhound. But his next feeling was an immense rush of relief; he hadn't seen anything but the familiar faces of Clanmates and jailers for a moon and he was growing horribly sick of them. As much as being stuck together like this had bonded them, it had also left Doe with an immense need to escape the crush of heavy shared experience.
Slipping quietly over the rolling fields, across moon-lit slopes and down shadowy crags, Doefreckle finally stopped soundlessly in front of her. "As happy as I am to see you, Lil," he greeted, stepping in to greet her with a gentle touch of his nose to hers without acknowledging the emotional distance she still held herself at, "you do know we're currently prisoners? Are you okay?" He sat back and frowned at her in concern, rising again a moment later to move closer again and sniff her anxiously around her head, checking for signs of fever or sickness like she was a kit.
At first, she wanted to snap at him, yell at him, take out all her frustration in another rant about how 'oh, you left me' or whatever sarcastic remark she could put enough poison into. But she refrained, took another deep breath, because she knew she was being stupid this time, that he hadn't done it on purpose and she was just generally angry at the world. She got to her feet, slightly hunched into herself, a bitterness on her features.
You do know we're currently prisoners? Are you okay? "I didn't, actually." She tried to not snap at him, but he said it in such a way that made it seem like she should have known, and she hated how it made her feel slightly stupid. "Yes I'm fine," she moved away from him, looked him over, "you look like a mess." There would have been a touch of humour in her voice, if it were any other day, but she couldn't manage it today. She seethed once again at the thought of that stupid, ridiculous tom and the stupid, ridiculous marriage she had to do. Lilydawn didn't say anything at first, let her claws dig into the cold earth. She wanted to break something, throw something around, and perhaps her immediate thoughts of violence weren't exactly healthy, but she could hardly care in the moment. When she got her hands on that Cottontail guy, she was probably going to throttle him.
She let out a long, drawn out sigh, a mix of exhaustion and exasperation. "Everything sucks. I hate everything," spoken like a young child, so indignant and pouty and sulky. She would have crossed her arms too, had she been able. She kicked at the ground instead. She was sure he could relate — nobody seemed to be having a nice time right now, and she doubted being a prisoner wasn't much fun either, but she felt essentially the same (disregarding that Winterclan had actual prisoners, and she was not apart of them). She stared just past him, towards the expanse of Summerclan, and was almost sick at the thought of going in. She beckoned with her head, back towards the mountains, turning to leave before Doefreckle could get a word in.
"Winterclan sucks. They have stupid laws and traditions and cats," she hissed, ranting as she walked, loud and annoyed, "out of any clan I chose that one. Ridiculous. I would rather die a thousand deaths than go back there again, when he's there, just waiting with his stupid ugly face. I've seen the look in his eyes, cares for nobody but himself, thinks he's so cool because he's Seraph class. Don't they know I'm also Ghoulstar's kid? God knows why I'm Grace." She continued on her rambling, hardly taking a breath to look if Doefreckle was actually listening, "Arranged marriage — isn't that the stupidest goddamn thing you've ever heard," she cackled, sharp and snappy.
You look like a mess. "Oh," Doefreckle replied, and it sounded genuinely, ashamedly forlorn as he looked down at himself, picking his broken paw up slightly to get a proper look at his fur. He hadn't thought he did. Really, he'd thought he looked alright. But he supposed the stress of everything was getting to him no matter how pretty he tried to keep himself through it all. His first instinct was to say sorry, which just showed how... sadly performative his looks were; they weren't even really for him, they were to give someone else something nice to look at. But before he could, his daughter was speaking again.
He looked up, opening his mouth, concerned - and then she was hauling herself around and stalking off. Bewildered, he cast another anxious glance over his shoulder at the quiet, empty fields and hurried after her, crossing the border. Okay, now he'd probably get in trouble. Violent trouble. But he couldn't just not follow her. So, putting his own welfare aside and accepting that he might face retribution for this, Doe limped quickly after Lilydawn, falling in beside her slightly breathless just as she spat cats. He was so confused - his daughter was temperamental and, well, he hadn't thought there could be anyone more childish than he was but he supposed trauma as a kit was bound to do that somewhat, but he'd thought she liked WinterClan. He tried to absorb as many facts as he could as she tossed them around, desperately trying to piece together a story like he was doing a jigsaw puzzle on the go with random pieces he was catching from the air. It was cobbled together and distorted and deeply unattractive; he was very ashamed of his imaginary jigsaw puzzle. He'd have scrubbed it all out if he could. Why was he getting upset and embarrassed and about to throw a temper tantrum about something that didn't exist. It was a wonder that Lily and Doe weren't blood related. His head hurt from concentrating so hard on what she was saying, his brows pushed together in a frown. Seraph; Grace; oh god, he should have studied WinterClan culture harder. He was like a dad asking about a hobby his daughter had once had and her shouting at him, I liked that when I was four, dad.
Finally, she threw him a bone. "Oh!" he exclaimed, eyes widening, and he sounded far too relieved for what she was talking about. He quickly back-peddled. "Marriage!" It finally hit him that his daughter was going to be a bride and he exclaimed again, more overwhelmed and disbelieving this time, like he was part of this unwillingness and caught up in it as well, "marriage! You don't... so, you don't like him? Can't you ask, uh, Wintrystar to... y'know, not be married? Or is that not how this works? God, Lily, marriage," he repeated again, "but you're so young! Do you... do you even like toms? I say this with love, but you..." He trailed off, looking at her. How did you tell your daughter you'd assumed she was a lesbian. God, and she was getting married before he was! He'd never even had a proper, stable relationship! He was going to cry, for her or for him or just because he didn't know what to do with this news. And he probably wouldn't even get to go to the wedding, which might be for the best because he knew he'd blubber with a flower behind one ear and she'd yell at him for being embarrassing in front of her adopted Clan. Why did he feel like he was going to have a panic attack. He let out a crazed little laugh for no real reason other than he didn't know what to do with himself, staring wide-eyed down at the ground.
"Whoever thought of it must have had something wrong with their brain, maybe the snow froze it up." Her rant ended in muttering, sizzling off just as she turned sharply to face Doefreckle, a quizzical and accusatory look on her face. She relaxed as he continued to talk. Currently, she was defensive, on edge, and the slight excitement in his voice had made her heart flutter. She was scared of looking like a fool, like it was just another little thing that sent her over the edge. She nodded gravely.
You don't... so, you don't like him?
"No."
Can't you ask, uh, Wintrystar to... y'know, not be married?
"No."
Do you... do you even like toms? She almost startled — because it was almost a wild assumption to hear, "Yes, I do, none of the ones Winterclan has to offer though. But I guess you aren't wrong either." She sighed again, deciding to not continue walking again, because if they went any further they would be in Winterclan territory, and the thought made her ill. It was in perfect view, an expanse of snow and mountains, the occasional thin tree blowing in the wind. They were now technically in Springclan, just at the edge of their territory. Fallclan was visible too.
"We have to wait a whole moon before we can divorce — and even then, we both have to agree, or whatever." She hissed, uprooting grass just to do something with her paws. It was relieving to see he was just as panicked as she was, that she wasn't overreacting or being dumb again, that she had a right to be upset about it. "Haven't even talked to him yet.
She could have cried out of frustration, it was really hitting her now, that if he didn't agree, she would have to spend much more of her life with him than she'd ever wanted, that it would be wasted. She wasn't ready for a mate, for settled life, because despite her hopes, Winterclan had never really been home. She'd felt just as outcasted as she did in Summerclan.
Whoever thought of it must have had something wrong with their brain, maybe the snow froze it up. Doe smiled, small and wry. Yes, I do, none of the ones Winterclan has to offer though. "Ah." He stopped beside his daughter when she did, sitting down at her side. He tried not to feel that familiar, sick dread as he looked up at the beginnings of WinterClan's territory, the mountain rising high into the clouds above them. Stroking his good paw against his own tail like it were a soft, comforting toy for his anxiety, he reminded himself he was in SpringClan and tried to find safety in that thought, tried to ground himself in the soft stability of Shadedsun's native earth. It worked a little; some of the fear eased out of his heart like dark water being squeezed out of a sponge, leaving it lighter and gentler and his lungs more able to breathe. Shaded always had that affect on him, whether it was his physical presence or just the thought of him. Letting out a steadying breath, he turned his head to look at his daughter as she continued.
"But divorce is an option," he clarified. He was about to say well, then there's no reason to think he would want this anymore than you do when she went on. His eyes widened in horror. "Haven't even talked to him? How can this be allowed? It's-it's barbaric! What are they hoping to gain from this - good little soldiers for WinterClan born of-born of, what, mutual distaste?" He was practically spluttering, eyes darting around the ground like he couldn't calm his mortified thoughts. He leaned back slightly until he overbalanced and had to fumble backwards to stop himself falling onto his back like a turtle; he did a few little awkward hops, still sitting, before standing and limping forward again to sit level with Lilydawn once more, eyes still round like he hadn't even noticed his embarrassing fumble through the cloud of thoughts about his daughter's marriage.
"Well, you'll have an easy enough time getting into SpringClan or FallClan if you wanted to leave. Your dad hasn't been back here since he returned but a former leader's child will always be welcomed - you have a home if you need it and he can talk to them if they have an issue. But if you want to stay..." He turned his head to look at her, brows pushed together in worry. "I hate to say this, Lil, because if I weren't your father I'd have a totally different approach," he drew his broken paw in a straight horizontal line through the air on totally, his brows quirking up; then he was back to that anxious sort of seriousness, "but maybe the only thing you can do right now is try and get to know him. Best case he's not horrible and you can wait out the moon with a new friend - or maybe even decide you want to give this marriage a go. Worst case, he's a complete and utter ass and we can work out all the best ways to make his life miserable." He tried a smile.
She practically slumped into herself, sitting onto the ground with a thump. Springclan held a similar feeling for her, of comfort, of home, but for an entirely different reason — her siblings, her only blood, were apart of the land, held a sense of familiarity in their own way. This would always be theirs, their bed of earth and blossoms and trickling streams. Winterclan didn't have the same feel to it, though she preferred it to every other option. Fallclan was the last place she had been pure; she didn't want to taint Springclan with herself, her poison, everything that was messy and terrible with her; Summerclan was where everything had happened to make her that way. She chose Winterclan because of the memory of Applekit, seeing happy and healthy and unbothered, bouncing down to meet her after she'd been picked up by Fallclan by a she-cat who she distinctly remembered smelled a lot like spice and herbs. It had a holiness to it, she thought once, but the reality had hit her hard, that it wasn't the beacon she thought it was.
"Pretty much." She popped the 'p', "No wonder everyone's so awfully bitter over there." Though the word of Lilydawn shouldn't really be taken as law — often, she viewed the world through a darker lense. Smiles turned sneers, jabs where there weren't any. Perhaps they all weren't as bad as she spoke of them, but their obsession with blood purity seemed to rub not only her the wrong way.
Well, you'll have an easy enough time getting into SpringClan or FallClan if you wanted to leave. She shook her head a little too quickly at the proposal. She knew they would both probably love her, welcome her, but she couldn't handle it all. They were sacred places, not to be touched by her any longer, for fear she would ruin them too.
"Get to—what?" She groaned, like it was the absolute worst thing he could ever suggest. God, what are toms good for was her first thought, but she attempted to see reason in his suggestion. As much as she didn't want too, as much as she wanted to just live her own life for at least a little while longer, she knew that if they were going to split, she'd have to talk to him about it. She tried to ignore her growing fears — what if he said no, what if they weren't allowed to anyway?
"Glad Applekit didn't get to stay there much longer," she muttered, because now she was thinking about her, and she couldn't get her little kitten face from her mind. "Wonder what she'd say. 'Oh, that totally sucks, I'll help you kill him or something.' — Thanks, Apple, I could really use the helping hand." It didn't appear she was speaking to Doefreckle at all, he was simply a witness.
No wonder everyone's so awfully bitter over there. Doe, with his head already turned to gaze at her, smiled, but it was a sad, worried sort of smile, his brows drawn up and together. Get to—what? He closed his mouth and stayed quiet, eyes never leaving her; but her reaction was better than he'd been expecting - he could tell she knew he was right, even if she had to keep up the pretence of hating anything he said and thinking herself the victim. Really, she was very similar to how he had been in NightClan just after he broke his paw; he just had to reverse the situations now and treat her in a way that would have gotten through to him. It was a thought as comforting and endearing as it was daunting and he felt a fresh flood of love for her. She, Doe and Shaded really were the perfect, imperfect little family; nowhere else could victim complexes be studied in such close and intimate proximity. But Doe was getting better and he knew Shaded was, too; he knew it would take time, but he hoped their daughter could heal as well. Either way, he'd be there.
When she started talking about Applekit with such casual brutality, Doe winced slightly, his shoulders hunching up more. He listened unhappily until she was done. Then, quickly, before she could begin again, he turned to her more fully, licking his lips and reaching out one forepaw slightly closer to her, though it still remained on the ground. "My love," he began. "You don’t have to listen to me and I’m not saying I understand what you’re feeling, but… if this has anything to do with you feeling like having a mate will be the end of your own life as Lilydawn, it won’t. I don’t know him - maybe he really is the worst, in which case I’ll help you declaw him - but the way a relationship should work is with consideration of each other’s freedoms. You won’t lose yourself or your own life, and even if WinterClan is all about legacy, he can’t force you to have kits - and if he tries, I’ll kill him. Slowly." He bowed his head a little, brown eyes dark and gaze never leaving hers, and the fact you couldn't tell whether he was joking or not was slightly unsettling. He raised his head as he continued, his voice returning to normal from where it had grown lower. "It’s about coming together and adding something to each other’s lives, not about one absorbing the other or two completely becoming one." Doe didn’t really want that for himself - he wanted to be owned by a lover, body and heart and soul - but he knew others did. And as much as he privately thought his daughter might want a closer, more dependent relationship with someone than she thought, he wasn’t going to say that; if she did, it was something she’d have to work out for herself.
"You’ll still be Lilydawn, married or not - free to do all the hobbies you don’t like to do." He smiled. "And if I’m wrong," he continued quickly, "if it turns out to be stifling and terrible and awful, and he turns out to be an absolute, utter asshole, then you won’t need Applekit to help you kill him. You’ll always have me. And Shadedsun is generally a kitten but I know he'll have some insanely scary side reserved just for protecting you - like, building a slow torture maze kinda scary." A little laugh bubbled out of him, the sudden embarrassed, self-conscious innocence in his eyes and crooked, open-mouthed smile disrupting his seriousness.
He continued more softly, his voice quiet and his frown sympathetic, and now he did actually reach out to rest his paw on hers, stooping slightly to catch her gaze. "Divorce is an option - just… assume that he’ll be willing to annul the marriage if you want to and focus, for now, on seeing what kind of a cat he is. Who knows, maybe he's been harbouring some little crush and he's so happy about your engagement right now. Just," he added hurriedly, "if he doesn’t seem the sort to go for a divorce, don’t let him fall in love with you - an obsessed stalker with heart eyes will be soooo much harder to get rid of than the body of an abuser." He smiled, giving her paw a little shake with his before drawing it away. "But whatever happens, Lil, divorce or no divorce, you won’t lose yourself. Just keep sight of that."
