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Alone, Chimerahunt trekked back toward the WaterClan border, his paws aching quietly from the long journey. He had said nothing when he left the clan that morning, told no cat of his intentions - and maybe that hadn't been the best plan, because if he hadn't come back, the clan would have been none the wiser. But he was coming back, so maybe it didn't matter.
He had gone to tell Hazelstorm's family of her passing, but unexpectedly, they had not seemed to grieve. Her mother keened and cried, but it was laced with anger and frustration and a sort of sick joy that she had been proven right. He shuddered just to think of it. At least maybe, if he was lucky, his family would feel different when he finally died.
The ginger tom sighed as he passed back safely within their territory, then leaned against a willow trunk, closing his eye as he let out a breath. Blood was dried between his claws and splattered across his fur, but it was not his. He... wasn't the best at controlling his temper, and the former deputy's family had ignited it.
Stormkit was not the best of kits. He still had not quite understood the fact that he was not to leave the camp. So of course, he rebeled and did so anyways. Without remorse of breaking rules. The little tom had been out and about all alone in the woods. It was then he came across the sight of the deputy, his ears flicked back at the sight of blood. It maybe even scared him and intimidated him. “What... happened?” He breathed, eyes rather wide at such a sight.
He stifled a groan at the sound of another cat nearby. Of course he couldn't get to the river to wash off without being seen, that would have been too perfect. Silently scolding himself for not washing off before he got back into the territory, he opened his green eye minutely and glared at the kit. What was a kit doing out here, anyway? He rumbled in frustration.
"I got in a fight, what does it look like? Shouldn't you be in your nest?" Chim eyed the young tom, wondering if this was one of his new relatives.
“I dunno.” He shrugged. Stormkit blinked a few times as he looked the deputy over. “What did the cat do to make you so mad then, eh?” It was purely possible that Stormkit and his sister Hazelkit could have been related to Hazelstorm. They all hailed from the two-leg place any how. So it was not beyond a possibility.
“What makes you think I got mad?” he asked with a hint of amusement. Once he would have been offended, angry, but lately he had realized just how transparent he was. Even a kit knew how poorly he controlled his rage. Chim huffed.
“Ungrateful crowfood. Told him his daughter had died and the had the audacity to actually laugh and say good. Said she was a fool for ever leaving and deserved what she got.”
He was a smart kit, despite how some cats wouldn’t accept where he was born. The little tom looked down to his own paws. He had only just recently found what death was, and it scared him. Especially knowing that she was gone now.
“You mean... Hazelstorm... don’t you?” His words seemed to give a small squeak, a spark of pain flashing across his gaze as he lifted it once more to him.
So this was one of her kits. He eyed him, then simply nodded. “Yes.”
He hadn’t been around kits in a long time. Back when he was first made a warrior, first learning to live with only half his sight, learning to live with the fact his bad decisions had resulted in a litter of kits, he had tried to tolerate them. He had been a different cat then, uncertain still, and gentler; but he had seen how easily his brother bonded with his own kits and he couldn’t feel that way toward his own. He had walked away and hadn’t come back. He knew he ought to reassure the little cat, soften his words, but he didn’t know how.
The young tom dipped his head, eyes gazing upon his paws. “That’s how things work there, you know? Cats don’t feel as much there. They don’t understand loyalty, love, pain. Not like clan cats do. I have noticed that. It’s not the same. Perhaps that was why Hazelstorm chose to have a family. Chose to come here and really feel love, the love of her clanmates. Because out there, your own father isn’t to love you, your own mother only wants you gone after a few moons. Out there, it’s not the same...” Stormkit spoke such words of wisdom, that it was ironic. Ironic that no cat had ever explained or said these things before. Ironic, that another kittypet had never said those words after living with a clan.
Stormkit has spoken, as if an elder even. A kit that was oddly wise beyond his seasons.
He let out a slow breath between his teeth. It was strange to hear wisdom from a kit, but why not? Everyone else had their head on straight, why not a kitten?
“And what does that say about a cat that chooses to join them?” he ground out slowly.
“It says that they are selfish...” He mewed slowly. “Without love for others, holding love only for themself.” He finally decided, his eyes gazing at the tom with a seriousness that was unable to be described.
He was quiet for a moment more, gazing into the distance. “My brother left to become a kittypet,” he explain in a neutral tone. “S’ehy I asked. Guess you could say he was selfish, always had been.” He thought he had loved others, but who was he to say? When he was young, Dragonguard had been his idol; maybe he’d just been blind to his faults. They had known each other for moons but he honestly couldn’t say what the tom was truly like. He had spent too much time on the outside looking in.
“I think that it means he didn’t want to worry about others.” He responded, gazing at the tom and seeming unphased by his small bit of feeling offended. Or, what it seemed to him anyways.
“Guess he got his fill of that.” Before Chim has been born, his brother had tried to be the protector of his siblings — and seen his failure firsthand at the cruel renaming of his sister and her subsequent death. He hadn’t given up and had become deputy himself, when Chimerahunt was just an apprentice, but it had all gone downhill from there.
He sighed and shook his head. “Come on. Let’s get you back to camp.”
“You’re not supposed to be out here to begin with. You’re lucky if you don’t get into trouble for this.” He pushed off from the tree only to belatedly remember the blood in his fur, and sighed.
“Tell you what. If you don’t breathe a word of this to Violetstar, I’ll let you take the long way home, past the river.”
His eyes lit up. “I promise I won’t say a word!” Stormkit felt excitement fluff his furs, and it seemed he was unaware as to why he wouldn’t tell Violetstar anyways. Why would she care?
