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Usually tales of the outstanding begin with the birth.
Was it too much to begin by saying he didn’t fall in the ‘usual’ field of bones?
He had been living for far too long to remember his beginning and was far too tired to be focused on his end.
Instead he loved the havoc that occurred in the now, and as he sat waiting for the patrol he had greeted earlier in the dawn to return with an escort, he smiled at the possibility before him.
Without much understanding as to why he had chosen now and here, he had requested an audience with SummerClan’s leader.
Perhaps he would be lucky and fall into the notorious tom’s good graces.
It would truly be a shame if the game ended before it began.
Foxstar was starting to really hate visitors. Every time someone showed up on his door, it was nearly always bad. From Kier, to Moonblight, to his stepmother - he had half a mind to just start turning cats away at the door. That wasn't very SummerClan of him, though. The whole purpose of the clan was to be as welcoming as possible, and Foxstar himself was quite welcoming, so when he got word that someone needed to see him, he just let out a sigh and nodded.
The tiny orange tom's steps were quick as he padded up, trying to keep the fact that his nerves were already frayed from his eyes. "You've made quite the stir already," the tom meowed, his eye brow lifted. "I'd say it isn't often cats demand a meeting with me, but that would be a lie, and I try my best not to lie these days." He let out a soft, awkward chuckle. "My name is Foxstar, but I suppose you probably already know that. And what can I call you?"
A thrill of pleasure raced up his spine at the tom's words. Causing waves already? It was too good to be true. Perhaps it was a good idea to come this way.
The tom tilted his head in curiosity, eyes alight. "Do you? What would have prompted such a valiant – and ultimately pointless – trial?" He smiled slightly, trying to come off as trusting, someone you could spill your darkest secrets to without realizing you were doing it until the shame kicked in, but the expression came off more predatory.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Foxstar, in the flesh. I must say tales of your... quality are lacking compared to the real picture. But," he bowed his head slightly, "You can call me-" His eyes flicked to the left, "Scarletcross." He tilted his head and flashed a charismatic smile that was all fang. "Though don't ask where it comes from, it's beyond me."
Oh, good. This cat was weird. Just what SummerClan needed. Foxstar's lips twitched slightly. "I like to keep the moral high ground," he meowed with a shrug. "Lying would make me no better than the rest of them, and if that's the case..." His voice trailed off and he shuddered. If Foxstar lost his moral high ground, everyone in the forest was doomed. Kier would go unchecked, he'd become his stepmother, basically everything would go down hill. No, no, that wouldn't do. The boy had to remain good and pure.
"Wouldn't happen to be because of that scar criss crossing your face, would it?" Part of Foxstar's quest not to lie was a renewed insistence on saying exactly what was on his mind, when it was on his mind. Luckily, he was cute enough that most found it charming, not deeply offensive. He let out a chuckle. "Whoops, that probably should have been an inside thought. Oh well," he meowed with a slight giggle.
Then, the seriousness came back to his face; it appeared he was done amusing himself. "Well, Scarletcross, what can I do you for? And before you ask, no, I'm not interested in having SummerClan join a multi-level marketing scheme."
He smiled. "What's so bad about being like everyone else? Other than the world becoming a boring heap of dull grey anti-matter?" He coughed out a laugh as though startled by his own words. "Apologies, sometimes my brain-to-mouth filter has hiccups. Truly, though, you shouldn't be too concerned about what others think... or do. Once you've reached the end of your life, will you be thinking 'thank StarClan I watched what I said and did' or would you be thinking 'I wasted my life to appease others'? I'd... be willing to bet on the latter."
The tom sat down and curled his tail around his paws.
"If only because that's what I thought."
At Foxstar's blatant question and following giggle, Scarletcross grinned widely, the first genuine reaction he'd had so far. "Quite right, to a degree. You should be glad you're so observant."
Rolling his shoulders, he nodded once at the change in energy and the redirected flow of conversation.
"I'm flattered you think I'd be capable of such a feat, convincing others to join a cult's never been a strong suit of mine. No, I've come to ask for admittance into your clan. To become one of you. To stand at your side and learn your ways. Perhaps teach you a few of mine."
"Who says I'm trying to appease anyone?" he asked, his head tilted to the side. "It's much, much more complicated than that." He settled down into a seated position, his tail flicking back and forth. "Truthfully, though, I'm quite certain I'll be thanking StarClan I behaved myself. Lots of cats are betting that I can't, that there will come a day where something pushes me a little too far... I think that's why the universe put me here, a modern day Lot, if I may." Was it weird that a cat knew a Bible reference? Probably.
He then chuckled slightly. "Oh, yes. As I'm sure you can tell by my looks, I've had to learn to be as observant as possible." He snorted slightly; his own size and physical weaknesses were still his favorite running joke; he'd learned early that if he couldn't convince others not to make fun of him for his particular ailments, he might as well beat them to the punch, at least that way he'd be laughing too. "Helps overcome the whole probably-can't-scare-a-squirrel thing if things don't catch me by surprise."
His brow raised again when the tom revealed his intentions. He looked slightly confused, as if he was about to ask why when the answer hit him right in the forehead. Oh, right, SummerClan was a beachside paradise known for its beautiful gardens and its year-round warmth (both temperature wise and personality wise). Who wouldn't want to join, especially if they were a stranger to SummerClan's internal drama.
"Huh, okay," he meowed after a moment, his whiskers twitching. "Well, I suppose that's alright. You know how to hunt, right? We don't just let freeloaders waltz in." Maybe Foxstar's commitment to lying wasn't that strong- he'd never turned a cat away that wanted to join, even the ones that he knew couldn't pull the same weight as others. "You aren't emaciated, so I assume that won't be a problem, right?"
