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It wasn't often that Diesdrè's paws would lead her to another Clan's, yet right now, she was more interested than ever. She had heard of the renewed vigor and strength within WinterClan after their downfall, and with that came new meat to play with. It had been a while since she had a plaything, and her last one - Andy, was it? - had thrown himself off a cliff due to her completely breaking him down and stealing his soul from out his ribcage. Oh, what a pity. Time to move on.
When she got to the border of WinterClan and SpringClan, Diesdrè took one last look at her own beloved territory and then stepped over the imaginary line, now pushing up towards the alpine. She whistled to herself sweetly, looking upon the wintry beauty that the Clan had to offer. Little sprouts of plants began to poke through the surface of the Earth, all dusted in a light lining of frost that had come from the previous night.
Roaringsun was never the confrontational type. Not even to outsiders. He was really just taking this as an excuse to get as far away from home as possible; try as he might, but he always finds himself coming back to his brothers and sisters. They were good. They were one of two things that kept him going. Otherwise, he'd probably have gone under already like his parents and siblings before him.
So, there he was, supposedly 'marking' the territory that had opened up and swallowed his own family whole when he smells something new. Finally! Something interesting. This was the other thing that kept him going: excitement. There wasn't much of it anymore, so when something new and exciting happened he jumped at it. Stalking the border from a rather rocky area, he caught a glimpse of Diesdrè. Taken slightly aback from her appearance and sweet aroma, he just stared at her for a moment. She-cats in WinterClan weren't usually that beautiful.
She sensed him before he found her. She could smell his warm scent from a mile away, to be honest; it was quite intoxicating. Giddiness began to rise up in her chest as she became antsy, pacing back and forth as she waited for her 'rescuer'. She began to limp slightly, and though it was fake, it seemed all the more real. A soft little 'ouch' escaped her muzzle as she stumbled slightly, seemingly a damsel in distress; she absolutely loved playing this role.
Roaringsun almost chuckled at her display. She was quite cute, putting on an act while he had been so obviously watching her. A smile creeped along his maw as he found himself slowly padding over to her along the border, almost too close for comfort. Why not play into her show? "Are you hurt? You look like you're a little lost."
A soft little 'oh' escaped her maw as Roaringsun came upon her, the soldier reeking of WinterClan. Of course, they had a sweet scent, most likely gifted to them by the quaking aspens that stood tall and proud along their territory. "Oh, I'm fine," She giggled, shaking her head, "just a little sprain. And... I guess I am lost? Wonder how that happened, hmm," She pondered, looking to the sky as the sun shone down on them, making her seem as if she was glowing. "Where am I, exactly?"
"WinterClan, m'lady." He purred with amusement. "Sprained? I wish I was a medicine cat all the sudden." He gave the air around her a good audible sniff. Was that SpringClan? They're usually a more cautious breed than this. "Where do you come from? I'll escort you back home." It had been a while since the ginger tom had taken a stroll around another territory, as their neighbors rarely walked their WinterClan borders for fear of being taken prisoner.
"Me as well," She laughed lightly at his notion about not being a medicine cat, and she shook her head. Diesdrè looked him up and down and was satisfied with what she saw; a young, handsome warrior for the taking. He didn't smell of any females, either, which was always good. So he was single. "I'm from SpringClan," She spoke matter-of-factly, smiling, "my name is Diesdrè, daughter of Feynvul."
He always found it so strange for a cat to live in in the clans and not take on a warrior name. Though, hers was interesting. It sounded exotic and beautiful, kind of like how she looked. "SpringClan, eh? You're pretty far from your home, m'lady." His bare tail flicked. "You feel strong enough to go back home? Or would you like some protection while you heal?" He raised were his brow would be. Roaringsun wasn't the type to take prisoners or bring back a Trial. He didn't even think about giving this she-cat his name.
She studied his face for a little bit as she waited for him to speak his name, yet it never came. Clever little cat he was. He would be a hard egg to break. But, Diesdrè enjoyed the tough ones more than ever; their heartbreak was much more satisfying in the end. "I was actually thinking about just sitting her a little while, if you don't mind," She offered him a meek smile. "If Cicero caught me with a WinterClan warrior, who knows what'd he do!" A yawn caused her jaws to part and body to shake with the force of it, her long claws flexing outwards.
"Cicero? Your names sure are strange." He sat beside Diesedrè and wrapped his half-bald tail under his paws. "I don't mind if you sit here for a while, though I can't say the same for any of my clanmates. Or this Cicero guy." The ginger toms voice was almost melodic, a very rare tone for him. There was something about this interesting she-cat that made his fur warm with amusement. What kind of game was she playing? Whatever it was, he was having fun. He hadn't had fun in a long while.
"We used to be rogues, but now Cicero is the leader of SpringClan, alongside his generals Inali, Voltaire and Dante," Diesdrè replied, puffing out her chest with pride. Though, it wasn't true pride; she was struck with wanderlust and could never stay in one place for too long, making her even more disloyal than she already is. Diesdrè's gaze followed that of his tail, noticing the bald spots that had began to form on it. It looked as if he plucked at it endlessly, and she couldn't help but to let out a short laugh. "Your tail..." She began, her blue eyes lifting to meet his again, "what happened to it?"
"SpringClan's under control now, huh?" This couldn't help but make him grin. Wow, things really are getting fun. Of course, Roaringsun wouldn't bother to relay this information to the rest of the clan. StarClan only knows what they would try to do- and fail. When she noticed his tail he easily brushed her off, almost like he'd been practicing the lines for years. "Bad habit. Nothing really too interesting." The origin story of his tail-biting was a long one, a story that he really had no interest in ever relaying, actually- especially to someone he admittedly didn't even know. Although, it did take away from his rather striking features. A large muscular build with ginger hair just long enough to keep him warm in his tundra home. "How'd you get this far 'lost'? Stray too far off the beaten path" He chuckled as he shifted both the conversation and his tail further into his body, further out of sight.
"Damn right it is," She grinned, nodding her head along to his words. "Eternalstar fell not too long ago. Cicero is her dad. Ooh, I love family drama!" Diesdrè let out a short laugh. When he didn't really speculate about his tail, she frowned, giving him a downcasted stare. She absolutely loved stories, and when a cat held one back from her, she felt as if she had to get to the bottom as to why they were doing that. "I'm a wanderer," Diesdrè responded with a purr apparent in her throat, "I love to get lost. It's one of my favorite things. I just let my paws lead the way and my soul follows them wholeheartedly."
"Good job taking down the entire, like, 4 cats that made up that clan." He teased her with a slight nudge. "A wanderer that lives in a clan. Kind of counterintuitive, don't you think?" His voice was smooth as butter as he slowly inched himself closer to her body.
Diesdrè shrugged her shoulders lightly, her gaze falling away from Roaringsun's face and instead focusing on something else. "I can never stay in one place for too long," She confessed, "and so each potential home I run across is never permanent. I take each thing as a learning experience, and then I move on." She revealed a little part of herself to him, but only to show that she was trustworthy and capable of feelings; it was all apart of the game. "I never got your name, by the way."
She really was mesmerizing. When she spoke he almost forgot that words were a thing; acting as if he was hearing each word she spoke for the first time in his life. He even forgot his name for a moment before she asked. "Names aren't that important, are they?" He teased her with a deep purr. "It's definitely not as handsome as Diesdrè. I'm named Roaringsun, though if you want you can call me..." He cocked his head in thought and looked away for a moment. "You can call me... Pyro. It sounds like one of your names." He smiled at the fake name he deemed himself with. Roaringsun didn't take anything seriously, and sadly he would forget about 'Pyro' and Diesdrè in a few days time- or, he thought he would at least.
A flurry of laughter left her vocals as he began to explain his name to her, asking to be called 'Pyro' instead of Roaringsun. It was quite comical to her that he already wanted to fit in, which was always a good sign; she was attractive to him. "I think I'll stick to Roaringsun," She giggled, shaking her head at the mention of 'Pyro'. "Pyro is a little, ahem, too much, don't you think? I think Roaringsun fits you way better - much more masculine in my opinion."
"Aww, now I just did all that thinking for no reason." He huffed playfully. "It takes a while for us clan cats to think on the fly like that." Self-deprication was a specialty of his, like a depressing superpower. Except, unlike real superpowers, this didn't really come in handy all that much.
Though, he was genuinely pleased with her compliment of his name- even if it was an empty one; he couldn't really tell if she meant it, and he didn't really care for that matter. "Thank you. My name is a blessing from my parents." Probably the only one, at that.
Oh, wow. Roaringsun was a hoot and a half, that's for sure. She hadn't laughed this much in a very long time, and it was genuine laughter - she might have to keep this one around longer than the others. "Clan cats are quite mouse-brained," Diesdrè agreed, another laugh leaving her leathery lips.
"My name means 'fear'," She spoke up, her tail lashing out behind her at the thought, "my father named me. I never knew my mother, just my father. I heard I have two siblings as well, but apparently they weren't 'worthy' enough to live with us."
Her laugh was music to his ears, contagious enough that he began to laugh along with her. When she mentioned two other siblings his laughing intensified. "Just two? You're a lucky one, huh." He flicked his patched tail and moved it slightly more under his paws afterwards. "I've got seven younger siblings alone."
