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Silence followed for some time. Pressing her lips together she let her mind ponder on many things. It was a while before she responded, and when she did, she finally looked to Chimerahunt. “One day you will lead them, Chimerahunt. You’ll lead them with pride, and protect them with every single bit of fire left in you. I know you will. I have watched you. When you care, you truly care.” She shook her head.
“When you accept this, perhaps your life will grow better and maybe you’ll no longer be bitter to those that are around you, those that love you. Perhaps, you’ll make up for your mistakes as a father, a clanmate. Prove to them you are more than just a bumbling old fool who cares about nothing. I pray, that day comes before I leave this forest with my last breath on my ninth life. I know your full potential, and I know I would be honored to see it from you, Chimerahunt.”
Violetstar pauses again as her gaze lifted then, to the skies above them. “I adore you, you know. I see so much in you. You’re the only cat who can truly know me, understand me, my pain, my past, my reasons for how I am. You’re truly my best friend, Chimerahunt. I did not wish to pick a cat who was loved by all, but by me. A cat I knew I could trust. One that will not fail me.” Her gaze drifted down and to the waters again. “I promised to bring us out of the rapid and into calmer waters.”
He didn't want to be leader. She was younger than he was, besides, and had nine times as many lives; he shouldn't outlive her. Chim shifted to tell her that, but as she went on he stopped, and slowly closed his mouth and just listened.
Violetstar was right, of course. She was always right. It was cruel of StarClan to tear away her family and make her leader of their clan instead, but in a twisted way, he could see the logic in it: she brought out the best in him and everyone else. Every time he tried to return to his sulking, she was there to fill his head with nonsense about his potential to be more than nothing, and StarClan help him, he believed it.
"And if I can't?" he replied quietly. "If I can't lead as well as you? What then?"
“Just because you do not lead the same way as your predecessor, does not make you a bad or less than leader. Every leader will face their own challenges, and handle them in their own way. I believe that it is rare for there to be a truly ‘bad’ leader. Otherwise, they are all equal. What makes a good leader, anyhow?” She paused, tail flicking across the grass.
“Many could argue it, because all cats have different values in their life. So, per each cat, they define a different leader.” Violetstar explained. “You will be a great leader, Chimerahunt. I know you’ll go to the ends of StarClan to make sure that no cat or group would ever hurt your clanmates.”
She knew of his aggressive tendencies, but she saw past them and gave them more light than a negative kind. “You’ll strike down any who try.”
He huffed. He knew she was right, though. He was bitter and broken and a complete and utter mess, no doubt about it, but there was a reason he hadn’t just walked away like his brother. Like the rest of his family. Chimerahunt cared about his clanmates far more than he ever wanted to, in his own way, and his ferocity and his life were forfeit in their service. He could have left moons ago, pursued his own revenge or tried to find that ever elusive happiness, but he hadn’t.
Serving his clan has brought him nothing but trouble. Even as an apprentice, it has been his eagerness to help that had sent him trespassing over borders to steal prey and start fights he couldn’t win, and time had never made it any easier. Was he going about it the wrong way, or was his life simply destined to be nothing more than a ghost of everyone else’s? He honestly couldn’t tell anymore, if he ever could have.
His mouth twisted, bitter. “It will never be enough. Whatever we do, eventually we’ll die, and then we can’t keep the clan safe anymore. Doesn’t that bother you? You’re okay with giving up everything for the clan knowing it won’t even last?”
“You have such a negative mindset, Chimerahunt.” She commented, her brows furrowing as her gaze slid across the tom’s face for a moment. “I may not be around forever, but for as long as I am, I wish to help my clan to be the best that they can. I will watch over them once I have joined the stars, just as our ancestors have, and give wisdom to those who come and seek it on dark times.”
Violetstar sighed. “I pray to them, that you’ll find happiness soon. That you’ll have a true reason to live, and wish that death will wait longer so that you can make sure to swim in that happiness and enjoy it.”
He snorted, debating how depressing it would sound if he told her he wasn’t sure he wanted to be happy. Feeling nothing at all was certainly easier... but he was no good at it, and maybe he wasn’t that far gone, because he couldn’t even convince himself he wanted that. And lying to himself was his one strength.
“You don’t have to look after me, you know. I can take care of myself.” He pushes his breakdown a few minutes ago from his mind and shifted to look at her defiantly. "You don’t need to try and make me happy, or listen to me if it offends your ears.” Chim licked his lips, searching for the right words. He sounded like a petulant kit, now that he said it aloud, and that wasn’t what he wanted.
“What I mean is... I know I’m screwed up. But that isn’t changing. I’ll be your deputy, Violetstar, until the day I die. StarClan’s mercy, let that be sooner than later. But I know you’re broken too, and I can’t help you, okay? I can’t.”
Violetstar rose to her paws as she dragged her gaze to him, eyes seeming to glisten, this time her expression was void. “Is that what you think I want from you?” Her words seemed to fall from her lips a little too slow.
“I do not wish for any cat to try to fix me. I don’t need to be fixed. What’s done is done, and nothing can change what I have lost in my life. Sandtail and Lavenderkit are watching me from StarClan. I will eventually join them some day. Does it bother me? Yes. It does... it bothers me that Lavenderkit will never grow up, it bothers me that Sandtail must wait seasons for us to be together again. My heart still aches, it all still feels so fresh. The seasons go by slow, but as they add up, it will get easier...” maybe. She hoped.
Violetstar shook her head. “I think you mistake my intentions and wants with you.”
“I don’t know what you want,” he replied, agitated. It seemed one of his few talents was ruining a good moment. A little too comfortable, a little too exposed, and he had to stir things up again. “So enlighten me, Violetstar. Why bother with any of this?” Why bother with me?
It was strange enough that she had been so determined to work with him, but opening up was something else entirely. Any other cat could have handled the situation properly, at least better than he could; they would know the right words of comfort to ease the sting in her heart. But Chim was barely strong enough to hold himself ii this shabby facade of okay-ness, he couldn’t rescue her from drowning too, so for the life of him he could not understand why she would open up to him of all cats.
“I want you to be my deputy, and I want you to be the warrior you’re meant to be.” Sounded simple enough, right? It wasn’t too much to ask, at least, Violetstar didn’t think that it was. She knew he was capable, and knew they could lead very well together. The leader shrugged before standing to her paws, cutting off the subject entirely.
“I think it’s time I head back to camp.” She had enough of this back and fourth circle of a conversation. It felt as if they were getting no where now, and she had better things to do at the moment. Perhaps they would eventually revisit the subject. Even if, moons from this moment.
Chim growled doubtfully. “Fine, don’t tell me,” he muttered. If he had made her uncomfortable enough that she wanted to flee their conversation maybe he didn’t want to know. He made no move to stop her leaving, remaining still where he stood and glaring down into the water before his paws. Let her go.
