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Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 17:35:17 GMT -5
( Dragon & Fox )
Slaughterfish and her siblings had come to SunClan, with a very interesting story. If Foxstar cared, it might have been considered sad, even. But really, she couldn't care less what happened to Dragonguard's kin, though the information she'd gathered was exactly why she was here. So far as her kits told it, their father had been gone for some time now, and it was unlikely that he knew the sickness had hit. She'd considered bringing them to tell him themselves, but Slaughterfish at least, seemed a bit upset at the abandonment, directing her here, to twolegplace, to find him. In particular, it let the Priestess to where Brizo and her kits resided. Funny, she hadn't expected him to choose such a life. Not that she cared, though. She was here, partially due to her own curiosity, and partly as a favor to him and her kits, to make him aware of where his family was, and of Lightningswift's passing.
"Dragonguard!" Hopping up on a nearby fence, the fox-hearted feline called out, expecting that even if he couldn't hear her, he'd see her well enough from her vantage point. And she doubted he'd simply continue on when he noticed her. After all, one had to be curious as to what would bring a leader to a place like this, to see someone she hadn't interacted with in a long while.
Sprawled comfortably within the house with his eyes half-closed, the tomcat could not remember the last time he had felt so content. There was always a part of him that would miss the way of clan life, when he was supported by his friends and family, free to do as he liked and connected to the world around him, but it had come with its dangers and pitfalls as well, and the clan had soured on him. There were too many memories there, too many expectations, and here at least he felt he could be himself. He could start fresh, and try a new life with Brizo and Calliope and all the rest of the kits.
At the sound of his name, he slowly raised his head, and as his eyes found the firebrand on the fence there was a quickening in his heart. His eyes narrowed as he rose swiftly to his paws and slid toward the wall, sharply telling the others to stay inside as he ducked out. "You're a long way from home," he remarked coolly, glancing her over twice, before the smile he was barely suppressing started to show through, and felt the urge to break out into laughter.
Kittypet life suited him. Though there was a touch of silver on his muzzle and streaked through his coat, he had for once in his life filled out his frame, and with the stresses melted from his features he looked seasons younger. "Actually, it isn't Dragonguard now," he added after a moment. "I'm not a warrior. The name is Ladon." He was still getting used to it, but if he was a kittypet, he had to start over. In the same style as the names of the cats he lived with, his name was Greek - a dragon that guarded treasure before he was slain.
Needless to say, such a sharp warning from Ladon was cause for alarm; at least, for Calliope and Urania, who had never particularly experienced danger or hardship by being kittypets from birth. Brizo, on the other paw, was far more intrigued than worried. It was easy to put together that whoever was outside was a clan cat who had managed to track Dragonguard down, though whether this cat was Waterclan or from a different clan the elderly she-cat couldn't particularly tell from looking out the window. Ladon...he had sounded rather alarmed when he recognized this cat. Was this an enemy of his? Brizo didn't really want to put her nose into the life that the middle-aged tom had left behind; he had never poked to deep into her former Regime life unless she explicitly brought it up. But if this situation could possibly end in a fight...she at least needed to make sure he would be safe.
"Girls, stay here. Don't come outside unless I tell you."
With the simple warning, the matted cream tabby slipped out of the house, the bell on her ocean-blue collar ringing softly to make them aware of her. Brizo stood passively, nothing in her body language showing any intention; she was just curious. Now that she was closer, however, she could easily see the raw power radiating from the ginger she-cat. The stranger stood with pride and confidence, like nothing in the world could ever bring her down. "My apologies, Ladon," the old she-cat meowed. "It's not often we get visitors around here. Are you one of those wild cats as well, Miss?"
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 19:58:26 GMT -5
Foxstar waited silently as Dragonguard approached, noting his larger frame with an expression that seemed almost disappointed in the tom. Her displeasure became ever more prominent as he spoke, renouncing the name that he'd been given for one that would make him more like the kittypet he seemed to want to be. This wasn't the tom whose kittens she'd had, the cat before her was a shadow, hiding from the world. For the Priestess could never accept that he'd be truly happy in this world of twolegs, however content he appeared at a glance.
Before she had the chance to speak, however, another kittypet showed their face, this one female. She, unlike 'Ladon' did truly seem content in her place, softer, as though she'd spent a lifetime already in a twoleg's nest. But even she had the spark of wildness in her, that led Foxstar to believe this hadn't always been her home, even if she'd now given up on life outside twolegplace. "All cats are wild by nature. The only difference between you and me, is that I embraced the wild, while you hid from it." Her tone, while not inherently unpleasant, was pointed, to both cats before her. It gave nothing away as to her reasons for being here, though surely, she wouldn't just show up for no reason at all. Twolegplace was close to SunClan, but it didn't take a genius to see that the fox furred feline had no interest in leaving her place in the wild to have a luxurious life as a human's pet.
Didn't he tell Brizo not to follow him? Still, he should have known better than to think she'd listen. She may be a kittypet, but she still had a fighter's heart.
Ladon rolled his eyes at the leader's remark. "No, the only difference is that the wild didn't drive her to insanity." There was warmth in his tone. He knew Foxstar was far too dangerous and he'd been a fool to ever be involved with her in the first place, but he could still admire her from a distance, and the fiery she-cat never ceased to provide some excitement for his life. It wasn't always welcome - usually it wasn't, to be sure - but when he put the stakes of it all aside, he could easily still lose himself in those ivy eyes. He had changed, but not so much he was immune to her charms.
"I know you didn't come all the way out here just for a nice chat, though. Maybe next time you should; I wouldn't mind just hanging out with you for once, instead of assuming you always come to bring bad news. What is it this time, you cast aside my best friend, and my brother is your new mate?" Wry, but still a little hurt: he had betrayed Condorstrike first, but it still bothered him that he had been so easily replaced by the other tom. Maybe it was selfish, but he wasn't even that made with his old friend: rather, he was angry with Foxstar that he had meant so little that a plain, normal cat like Condorstrike was still an upgrade to her.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 20:37:49 GMT -5
"Are you sure? From my perspective. The live you've both chosen to live, is insanity." Her own mouth twitched with the slightest smirk in response. If nothing else, the tom's easygoing nature and humor was appreciated. She could let go and have fun, if only for a moment, around him, though a moment was all she'd ever allow. She didn't need to go around getting attached or something crazy liked that.
No, she wasn't here for that, not today. And once he heard the news, he'd likely not be up for much fun, either, and Foxstar's expression falling back to some semblance of seriousness indicated that this wasn't something so simple as ditching one tom for another. "We both know none of your siblings are as handsome as you, so I'm not sure where you got that idea. But no, I'm not here for a chat, not a pleasant one anyway. I wanted to ask you something. Have you heard from any of your family recently?" The question, though innocent on it's face, was leading to whatever she wanted to talk about. Foxstar only seemed to want to confirm what she had already assumed, and her eyes held his, the time for joking around or teasing done.
Well that was more information than she was confortable with knowing. Brizo initally only smiled sweetly at Foxstar's retort, knowing full well that she would answer that way. The life of a kittypet was one that was naturally treated with distain by the clans; it was a life that chose the warrior, not the other way around. Only kittypets themselves understood that, and very few clan cats respected the choice of their former clanmates. For a few moments the elder only sat back and listened to the two younger cats converse, still cautious of the fox-like she-cat, but gathering that she wasn't there to hurt Ladon. Not physically, anyway.
They were former mates. At least, that's what Brizo had assumed from the nature of their banter. Either that, or something else had occurred that made Ladon despise the idea of Foxstar being mates with his best friend. She wouldn't be surprised if this was Ladon's former mate; it was glaringly obvious how beautiful the other she-cat was. But there was something about her green eyes...like a storm of pure malice hiding behind her calm exterior. Even if Brizo had decided her guest wasn't here to fight, this absolutely wasn't a cat to be relaxed around, or underestimated.
As soon as Foxstar asked her question, Brizo sat up straight, and her stomach twisted in dread. This was the she-cat's intention! Something awful had happened to Ladon's family in Waterclan, and now his former mate wanted to watch him crumble. "Don't play cute with us," she cut in, her voice dropping to an icy tone. "If a tragedy occurred, just say it."
He was pretty sure he was more handsome than Condorstrike too, but before he could say it, he caught the sudden shift in mood.
His family. What happened to his family?
He caught her gaze and held it, pleading with her silently. Brizo's words came at a distance, and barely registered. Don't let them be dead. StarClan, please. Hadn't they been through enough? Nothing had ever been easy for them, but was it so much to ask for just a few moons of peace? Didn't they deserve that? Landon swallowed hard. "Is it-- is it Rustyheart and Tinybreath?" They had never expected the pair to live as long as they had, and he knew this day was coming, but he hated to believe it. They had made it this far, they deserved to finish out their lives, not end them so early.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 21:39:48 GMT -5
"No. From what I've heard, they're alright. But this news is worse." Foxstar, for a moment, looked uncomfortable, though her gaze hardened at Brizo's tone, and the Priestess bristled, her claws flexing for just a fraction of a moment in irritation, or perhaps preparation to harm the she-cat. Whatever she thought of the kittypet though, she didn't acknowledge her, turning her focus back to Dragonguard and taking a deep breath. "Our kits showed up on SunClan territory a few days ago, asking to join. WaterClan as a whole has fallen sick, and apparently cats are dying left and right. Lightningswift is dead, Dragonguard, and your mother lost one of her last two lives. One of Thunderstorm's daughters, Glowwormcreep fell prey to the sickness as well, and it sounds like Emberstar has passed too. Those in your family who aren't dead have fled to SummerClan, save for a few who've decided to remain despite the danger." Her tone was grave, spelling out a disaster not only confined to his family, but to the entire clan he left behind.
"Most of WaterClan is dead, or has fled by now. And those that are left are in bad shape." Foxstar wasn't the sympathetic type, that much was apparent. But the she-cat, unlike Brizo seemed to think, didn't seem to be gloating over this new information. Not right now anyway. "I'm so sorry."
The elderly she-cat's blue eyes widened in pure horror at what she was being told, her body actually shaking from the impact of what Foxstar was describing to them. She had expected that maybe one of Ladon's family members had died but....but this! Never in a thousand years could she have imagined something this terrible happening to any clan! What sort of plague was that, to kill off nearly the entire population of a clan!
"Blind Protector help them...!"
At this point, Brizo really didn't care that she had given away her background. What did this young she-cat care, anyway? The more important thing to do right now was to support Ladon in his grief. She herself had lost many friends and family over the moons, but she couldn't fathom what it must feel like to lose one's father, niece, and friends in one fell swoop. Immediately she was by the tom's side, wrapping her tail around his back and pressing close to him. Dragonguard had left his home to find peace, and now it had been stolen from him once again. He was a part of her family now, she wasn't about to let him mourn alone.
"That's--- that's good. That they're with you." The words strangled him on the way out. He had failed to be there for his kits again and again. She could look after them better than he ever could.
His mind kept going back to his father. He was dumb, still taking it all in, but he couldn't imagine life without him. Lightningswift had been old, but he was his father; he wasn't supposed to die. Not now, not ever.
"I--"
His voice cracked. Stumbling forward, Landon instinctively buried his face in her thick fox-colored fur as his body shook violently. He leaned against Brizo's embrace, grateful she was there.
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 25, 2019 22:24:08 GMT -5
For a moment, she stiffened up at his touch, and considered pulling away. Brizo could comfort him all her own, he didn't really need her... With a slight blind, however, Foxstar wrapped her tail around him slowly. There wasn't anything she could say, nor did she try to. Yes, Lightningswift was old, so was Phoenixriver, but the tom was losing his father, and that meant something. It had been a long, long time since she'd lost her own parents and siblings, so long that she could hardly remember their faces, and the emotions from then had long since been locked away until they seemed more imagined than real. It was hard, to lose cats like that, some part of her mind told her. And not just a parent either, but a young niece who'd been named a warrior not long before he left too, and so many clanmates that he'd once relied on that he'd never see again.
She knew that feeling, of not being there while innumerable amounts of your clanmates died. That was what had spurred SunClan's change in religion in the first place, such death. To her, it was more frustration and irritation than sadness, but even she knew she was a broken record, only barely capable of the emotions Landon was currently feeling.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there, leaning into the two she-cats as he struggled to process the news she had shared with him. He had met both of them around the same time, when he was stolen away from his clan; but after that long journey he had returned home to his family, and now he never could. Landon understood he had given up that life, given up his right to walk on that land and care for those cats, but only now did he feel the great gulf that had opened up there. He couldn't go back to see them again, it wasn't fair, but he wanted to. What did his family think of him, having left them? Did they hate him, even now, for not being there for him? Not even the butler had come with him when he left for twolegplace...
Dead or fled... Most of WaterClan...
"What d-do you mean? A-Are you saying WaterClan's.... gone?"
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 26, 2019 18:00:12 GMT -5
Gone. Foxstar considered saying yes. Given the sound of the devastation, any WaterClan that was left wasn't really a clan anymore, just a group of ragged warriors who'd stubbornly chosen to wait out the sickness, if they were even still alive.
"I don't know. With the sheer number of your own relatives who left, they could rebuild, but no one knows the state of the land. The sickness has either taken those that remained, or it hasn't, though no one will be eager to check, in case they contract whatever illness clings to the territory. The only way to know is to either wait and see, or risk bringing death upon yourself by going there yourself." Slaughterfish, at least, didn't intend to go back. The majority of her family was in SummerClan, and she hadn't fled the sickness to go back and die. Given the sad state of the she-cat and her littermates, Foxstar couldn't blame them for that. They hadn't looked as though they'd had a decent meal in moons, and a warm nest and fresh prey had seemed almost foreign to them.
