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Now that he was back home, he had been confronted by his worst fear: the disease had killed countless clanmates, and yet he hardly mourned them. It hurt him to think of the losses, but not as keenly as he imaged. Wyverndelirium had feared dying before his clan got to know him... but he had never expected they would die before he got to know them either.
The ginger tom sighed, looking around the small remains of their camp and shifting his gaze from one familiar shape to the next. He couldn't change the past, but if he had learned anything from his family, it was that he couldn't just sit around and dwell on it. He had to do something to move on and meet his new clanmates.
His green eyes brightened as Wyverndelirium got an idea. He rose to his paws and swept a sharp look over his clanmates, then called, "Hey, anyone want to help me out with something?"
He probably hadn’t expected her to be the cat to respond to his call for help with whatever task it was. But, here she was. Violetstar had made her way to the tom, a small dip of her head in greetings before she spoke. “What is it that you’re needing assistance with?”
A look of surprise flitted across the ginger tom's features. "Violetstar! I just thought of a way to catch land prey and wanted help gathering supplies, that was all." Wyverndelirium had always been a prolific inventor, and though his creations never ended up functional, he didn't mind. It was the process that entertained him, and a way to spend his free time. He thought it would be a good way to bond with his clanmates, anyway: it had worked for he and his brother when they were younger.
Despite sharing his ginger coat with his littermate Chimerahunt, the two hardly seemed alike anymore. Wy seemed moons younger with his rounded, stress-free features, and his tendency to be easily distracted like a kit on their first day out of camp, and his only stubbornness was his optimistic streak. Once they had been close, but now he could not understand the tom his brother had become, and ever since he'd returned back to the clan Chim had given him the cold shoulder.
“Is that so?” Violetstar was not like most leaders. Where other clans had been stuck with cold or overly aggressive leadership, she still had a kit-like wonder for the world. Not to be mistaked for any weakness, as she was as strong as they came, and always ready to defend her clan.
”Yeah?” he grinned, eager. “I was thinking - I’m really bad at catching frogs. They’re so quick and slimy. But I thought if we can trap them, they can’t escape! We make a nice pile of— honey, or something like that— and then chase them into it so they get stuck and slow down and we can catch them.”
"It won't be that much," he assured her. "We can herd the frogs in close before they get stuck, so we really only need a small patch of it. Shouldn't be that hard to find."
Violetstar didn’t think his plan was going to work, but she decided to go along with the plan anyways. “Very well. I will let you lead the way. It is your plan, afterall.” She waved her tail, awaiting his guidance.
Her nose twitched, but she followed. Sure that any cat whom had overheard was probably laughing softly. Yet, warm-hearted at the fact the leader was playing along and being so kind.
He was steps ahead of her on the way out of the cave, but once they had gone he slowed so they were walking more closely side by side. There was a hesitation in his stride as he searched carefully for the right words to say. “Violetstar... thank you for letting us come home,” he finally said, with a sigh. “Even though we left.”
As she began to walk a little closer, the feline hadn’t expected his next words. In all honesty, it was a conversation the she-cat tried to avoid. It was awkward, and her feelings were tainted. Her smile had faded as the silence drug in between them, and finally she spoke, her words quiet. “You’re family.”
“I know. And family is why we had to leave. I hope you understand that.” He sent her a searching look. His eyes were pale green and made for looking into the distance, unfocusing so they could see the abstract of his own thoughts painted on the air around him, the inventions tried and the inventions to come. “After Dad died... we had to get out of here before everyone else followed him. But we were too late for Mon.”
He nodded slowly, relieved. He has grappled with this, but he had to accept it and move on. They had done the best they could, and he was simply done with it. At least she understood. He took a deep breath, then shook out his coat. “Alright, then,” he mewed cheerfully.
She sighed, but not outloud. In her head. Would she ever truly get past the way that she felt? Violetstar began to question, was she a good leader? Was she the right cat fit for this role?
He did not know what to say, so he said nothing as they proceeded further. He kept an eye out for any beehives that might have the honey he sought, but they seemed scare, and he quickly became frustrated. He was not a patient cat.
“Perhaps we may try another idea? Do you have any others..?” She suggested, glad that she had found something to speak about other than the turmoil in her head. Violetstar needed a good distraction.
