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Wy stretched as he exited the tunnels, feeling the sun warm his pelt. Technically, he was still a member of the Regime, but lately he had spent more and more time with the SunClan cats. He had forgotten the warm comforts of a loving clan and it was nice to be back with one; he would be sorry when they left and was seriously considering going with them.
Today, he was hunting. He hopes for some company from a warrior, and had intentionally slipped past a group of his fellow RR cats. He bummed as he continued onward and surveyed his surroundings.
It was something Oceaneyes had once considered herself. Though the tunnels felt suffocating and unwelcoming, the cats of the regime had been good to her and the other SunClan cats. There was a time she had thought to simply join the Renegade Regime. She’d even found a tom and fallen quite hard for him. She’d began to imagine her life there, and was prepared to deal with the suffocation she felt in the tunnels, and hoped that feeling would one day go away and she could live happily.
Then, it all happened. StarClan had spoken, and she’d had to make a choice. Her heart, or her clan. She was not a selfish cat, and chose her clan despite what her heart begged her for. Oceaneyes knew the cats of her clan had seen how close she’d grown to the Regime. When they revealed that she was to be their next leader and they were to follow StarClan again, her fellow clan mates had been shocked. Distrustful, even. The turmoil inside her had not been easy, and she knew it would be moons before her clan would fully trust and follow her as a leader.
She suspected there were certain clan mates of hers that would stay behind and live their life in the Regime now. Perhaps, vice versa too. Maybe a few Regime cats would join the ranks of SunClan, and they’d find a home and live out their life in the sun instead of the dark damp tunnels.
Just as she had this thought, her eyes set on Wyverndelirium. He was one of the cats she had noticed had grown comfortable with the other warriors, and could almost guess that when her clan found a new home he might tag along. “Hello.” She mewed lightly, her large blue eyes studying the tom carefully, her expression blank.
Wy looked at her with genuine warmth in his smile. They did not know each other well, but she was a SunClan cat and had always treated him with respect; that was enough to keep her on his good side. Friends were few and far between for Wy before the other clan had come to join. He was not unwelcome among his group, they were always kind to the senior warrior, but he never quite fit in. He was a little bit strange, a little bit too old, and perhaps a bit too burdened, a little too comfortable on his own. Everyone who met Wy knew he was a clan cat at heart, but few knew the circumstances that drove him here.
"Good morning, Oceaneyes," he greeted, dipping his head. "Where are you headed today?" His words were just as measured as his pace, his steps fluid as he glided over the ground. Calculated was the word many used to describe him; from a fellow inventor it was a compliment, not a rebuke. And there was little doubt that his every step was placed with care. It was not just a fixation or habit, but a necessity: though still fit and muscular, the years had left their mark on the hunter, and he was not eager to find more scars.
“I was just heading to get some Sun, if I am being honest.” She paused and kept her eyes on him for a few moments. Finally she waved her tail and motioned for the tom to follow. “Would you care to join me? I can only seem to stand these tunnels for so long.” She admitted softly. “Though I appreciate everything that the regime has done for me and my clan.. it is just a bit too dark and dreary here.”
More like her heart felt this way. She did her best to stay out of the tunnels as much as she could manage since the on-going events. No longer did she have the option to follow her heart, but it was time to put those things behind her. It was time to lead her clan up from the ashes and create a new life for them.
Wy nodded politely. Uncertain at first, he was hesitant to invite himself along when it sounded like she needed privacy, so he was relieved when she extended the offer herself.
"I would be honored," he told her, and added a smile. "I understand. It took me a long time to adjust to the darkness as well, and some days I still long for the surface. It's nice below, it feels safe as well, but it is an adjustment. Not every cat was meant to live down there."
Wy turned his face away, unsure if he should smile. Her words hurt at first, poking straight at the reason he could not, and never would, fit in with his group: he was born elsewhere, abrasive and fluid, not tough and strong as these tunneling cats. Thus he said nothing, not until her tone processed in his mind, not until the silence had gone between them for a few seconds too long.
Then he coughed and chuckled weakly, and offered her a quick smile. "Indeed. All my moons, and I have seen many strong cats, but none with so much power in their shoulders, so much brute strength."
She blinked, catching the slight change for a moment. However, decided to dismiss it as he gave a light chuckle and then continued on with his words. "Well, let's be off then. Shall we?"
"Let's." Wy agreed. He was looking forward to feeling the sun on his fur again, and he hurried his step at her side to urge them upward sooner. Even if he was not born to the Regime, these tunnels were familiar to him now; as the tunnel branched, he flicked his ears to the right. "This way is a bit quicker," he told her.
She nodded and followed after him. He seemed to lead the way a little better than she was able to manage. After all, he had been there for much longer than she had.
Wy kept an eye on her as he turned; she didn't seem to doubt him. He was grateful for that. Wy had no ill intentions here. He led her steadily up through the tunnel and shortly after they emerged into the light.
He stood to the side to let her out, his head tilted back slightly and eyes closed, letting the sun warm his face. It wasn’t too hot outside today but he enjoyed the relief of the open air all the same. “Always good to be back,” he murmured. “Feels safer. Exposed, but you can run and hide.”
"Suffocating," he mused, weighing the word against his own feelings. "The air is different down there; stale, less circulated, but still sufficient." Come on Wy, you're quicker than this, he thought, and sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Of course-- you do not mean literally. I understand."
His ears pinned back when she laughed at him, and he forced another slight smile. "It does take time to adjust to the tunnels, but if you remain here long enough, you will barely notice the difference in time. Sometimes it is nice being so separated from the world."
Her smile faded, and her laugh seemed to have been long gone now. "I do hope I am not here that long." She admitted, though her tone now had a bit of a sadness to it.
Wy's ear twitched. He understood why she didn't want to stay, but he felt a pang knowing that SunClan would leave them soon. "Of course. Your clan has other places to be. I understand."
