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Perhaps most days were the same. Nothing really changed much, as Primrosetuft normally kept to herself. Occasionally she would speak to her foster siblings, other than that, her routine remained uniform. Wake, eat, patrol or hunt, sleep, repeat. Sometimes she felt as if she had little to no meaning in her life. Her personality had basically withered to nothing. Primrosetuft had almost forgotten who she even was, at this point. A passing nod, a simple smile. Off she went to her duties. Though most saw her as devoted, hardworking, and loyal. Rather, what else did she have to do?
The light grey feline went about her day, once more as usual. Slipping from camp to go on a hunt. If she were lucky, she'd bring back a few pieces of prey to add to the pile. At least then she'd be contributing.
"Hey!" It was a dim night- the stars were pale, scarcely twinkling, and the moon was obscured by a frosty veil- but Shadowpike's golden coat and cheer were stark in the darkness. He rounded a thick pine trunk just in time to intercept a squirrel Primrosetuft had disturbed, snapping its spine hastily before it could disappear into the safety of the canopy, and then grinned up at her. "What's a gal like you doing out all on your lonesome?"
Her body shivered with shock as she jolted. Had she really been that deep in thought that she'd not noticed the tom in pursuit of the squirrel? The display of surprise was along her features, and she had to shake it off to make her expression return to normal. "Oh." She muttered, her bright orange eyes shifting along him for a moment. "I was going for a hunt." She commented, then sent her gaze to his catch. "I suppose I was attempting to, but I must have not been paying attention." She admitted, whiskers twitching embarrassed.
"Well," nudging the carcass at his paws casually, his gaze swept from it back to the she-cat, "let me join you on your hunt and I'll tell everyone you caught the squirrel, eh? You can show me around here a bit and I'll keep you from getting distracted from here on out. It's a fair trade," he added.
Her brows furrowed a bit and one side of her lip lifted a bit as she gave a huff. "I don't need to claim your prey. I can catch some on my own." He seemed as if he were trying to be funny or something, but Primrosetuft didn't feel very amused. "I'll show you around I guess." Her feathery tail flicked as she walked past him, letting the tip of her tail flick his whiskers. "Keep up, hm?"
Quickly stashing his prize in the shrubs, he loped to catch back up to her, whiskers still shivering. "I have no doubt you can catch your own," Shadowpike hummed as he came to her side, "probably much more than I could, if you wanted to make a little competition out of it some time?" Limber and long-limbed, he was obviously built for speed, but his gait as he moved beside her was lazy and relaxed. "Name's Shadowpike, by the way."
The newcomer seemed more sociable than most were upon joining. Primrosetuft was not used to that, nor really, was she used to one speaking to her, of all cats. She usually seemed to hunt alone, and even hung back in patrols and brought up the rear so as not to have to socialize with others. Not that she was antisocial, she simply just had nothing really to contribute to conversations. It was odd, having a cat specifically want to speak to her, or even hunt with her alone. Why her? Was she simply just the first cat that he managed to come across?
Her bold orange eyes shifted across his features, then she mewed,"Fine. We can make a game out of it, if you want." The feline needed to get out of her bubble she'd been in for seasons anyways. The clouds moved across the moon, making the night seem even darker. "Are you scared of the dark, where you're from?" She jeered, raising her brows as she paused in her stride. Her eyes looked the tom over, wondering just where it was he came from. "My name is Primrosetuft."
As internally at war within herself as Primrosetuft seemed to be, Shadowpike was her opposite, only engaged in the present as it unraveled before him. He knew that if he paused and let his thoughts drift back into the deep dark dredges of his mind, all he would receive in return was a soured mood and twisted stomach, so instead he let the pretty birdsong and menial flow of conversation snare his attention.
His ear flicked at her question, head turning to observe the clouds overhead, and when he again turned to gaze at Primrosetuft, that same shard of humor cut into his eyes. "Are you scared of the daylight, Primrosetuft, after being here?" A chuckle passed before she could answer, and he roped himself into a more honest approach, reading her unimpressed stare. "No, I'm not. I've learned there are scarier things than the dark- but it has been an adjustment learning to stay awake when I'd usually be asleep. I'm sure my eyes will adjust after I get a bit more settled in here."
Their path took them to past the ruined camp, at which point the golden-furred warrior halted to peer into it. "What's this?"
He was quick witted, she gave him that. It made a tiny smile form on her lips before she turned away and they continued on their walk, saying nothing in return. Neither seemed to be in much of a hurry, which was fine with her. Soon they came across the abandoned and ruined camp. It was a moment before she would respond, memories of her kithood shifting along in her thoughts. Memories of before her mother had passed, before she became a foster kit to Aspenstar's litter. She seemed far off for a few seconds, his voice penetrating her thoughts.
"Oh."
A pause.
"This is NightClan's old camp, before the ground shook and everything was destroyed."
The silence settling over them was heavy with things being left unsaid. What could those things be, he wondered.
"Were you there for it?" He asked into the night, sparing Primrosetuft the intrusion of his gaze on her by wandering further into the ruins. He could glean the anguish in the lines of her face. It was never too hard to recognize, not when it was so rife within himself.
The stillness of the night was a bit eerie as they gazed at the broken place. If she stared long enough, she could almost remember what it had once looked like. Almost.
"I was."
She could still remember the sound of cats screaming to evacuate. Her foster mother struggling to usher her and the others out of the nursery.
For a split second, a faint and fleeting moment where Shadowpike turned back to Primrosetuft, there was nothing but utter sincerity between them. He let the sile ce settle over them once more, bowing his head as a chord of respect resonated in his heart for the lives that'd been lost here, and then adeptly navigated the conversation toward fairier topics, his maw reaching toward a melancholy grin. "I'll bet there's a slew of prey to be found here. There's plenty of hiding spots."
Shadowpike grinned, slipping silently into the clearing ahead of her. Though nature had crept back in, overgrown ferns and weeds shrouding the entrances to each of the dens, he could imagine what this place must have looked like in its heyday. If he looked long enough at each one, he swore he could see the ghosts of a clan that was happy, secure; warriors sharing tongues inside, apprentices wrestling on a drizzly night, kittens listening wide-eyed to their mothers' tales of fantastical things. They looked haunting now in their empty state.
A faint squeaking drifted out as he passed a solitary den, the tom pushing down overgrowth gently to spy a vole scuffing up some of the earth, likely to expose some hidden root systems it could feast upon. Preoccupied, it remained unaware of the predator until it was too late, unable to even emit a last cry in its final moment, and then Shadowpike returned to the center, its body slack in his jaws. "That'll be one point to me. Better step up your game missy, or I'll beat you before you can say field mouse."
Primrosetuft wiggled her tail a little, slightly amused that he'd managed to catch something so quick. With that, she slipped away towards what had once been the medicine cat den. This would be a sure way, she thought, to find some prey. Old berried had probably managed to be taken by the small prey, or she assumed maybe some had even managed to grow up in there. Primrosetuft didn't really know how all that medicine stuff worked, but she did remember the medicine cats would sometimes complain that at night, something was eating their stores. Which they found crazy, because prey like that should be scared to come so close to a cat's camp.
It was a bit amusing, but also bothersome for the clan at the time.
