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Smokecloud sat alone in his den organizing herbs. The camp buzzed about just outside. The stench of rogues clung to the air, drowning out the old scents of the Springclan cats. He let out a sigh, remembering how simple and peaceful Springclan used to be. He remembered his bright eyed apprentice that had barely escaped. He wondered where he was now and how he was doing. He hoped Whitepaw was still among the scattered Springclan cats lead by Cardinalheart.
He pushed a pawful of herbs aside that he was currently organizing and stared down at his paws. He wanted his old clan back. He wanted everything to go back to the way it used to. Though he knew that was an impossible wish. Lives were taken and he didn't know where half his clan even was. He had stayed behind so that Whitepaw could escape. His selfless act left him alone and depressed. He thought he would never love again or rather feel anything ever again after he lost his family but he missed Whitepaw much more than he cared to admit. He missed how enthusiastic and lively the apprentice was. How much the little tom wanted to learn. Whitepaw was talented and he had been so proud of him. Now, he wondered if he would ever see him again.
Bitterness began to take control once more. How could Eternalstar do this to them? How could Cardinalheart allow such a control hungry she-cat run the clan? Let alone one that was in debt with a blood thirsty rogue. He shook the thought out of his mind, blinking his thoughts away. He put away his herbs and headed out into the forest. Perhaps a walk and collecting some herbs would provide some kind of ease.
"Care for company." The leering grin spoke of mocking amusement as Cicero melted from the shadows of the forest to fall into step beside the white tom. Mismatched eyes meeting the others burning amber with open glee. The rouge leader was overjoyed to have finally gotten a moment to have some secluded time with the Springclan medicine cat. He knew the tom stayed for his few remaining clanmates that now lived among the rouges. Struggling to fade into the background and simply survive.
But it was a wonderfully quaint juxtaposition; the medicine cat among the rouges whose paws were stained with blood. "We haven't gotten a chance to simply have a chat yet and I think that's a horrible shame." Cicero continued in a jovial voice, sounding and seeming like the sweetest tom one could encounter. Small and dainty he painted the picture of something to be doted on rather than something to fear in the dark.
Smokecloud clenched his jaw behind a forced weak smile. What did Cicero want with him? He was just the medicine cat. The rogue leader was the last cat he was hoping to see in the forest. "Sure. Why not" he answered simply to the other tom's offer to join him. The medicine cat flicked his ear when Cicero told him that it was a shame that they hadn't had time to talk. Smokecloud didnt care to have a conversation with Cicero. However, he knew that if he was rude to the rogue leader, there could be consequences that he may not be able to pay. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked, not looking at the tom as he walked.
[whelp. should have remembered that with the name. whoops. ]
"Did you grow up in Springclan? I know there was a medicine cat before you that left not too long ago. Did you always have your eye on her position or was it fates decision to put you where you are?" Cicero asked with a sharks grin. Sharp teeth painting a leer that spoke towards the small toms desire to rile the other up. Dropping his act of sweet sunflower rather quickly; moods mercurial and always shifting. Boredom striking him quickly enough to be constantly changing his approach.
"I joined Springclan as a warrior before taking Fawnheart's position. I was a barn cat before coming here. I always dreamed of being in that position since I arrived but never thought I would. So, yes, I did want her position but I did not wish for Eternalstar to send her away. I admired Fawnheart. Yes, she was a bit soft but her skills were nonetheless impressive." he rambled on to Cicero. He found himself talking a lot more than he thought he would to the rogue leader. He supposed he had kept all of his thoughts in for so long that it just started coming out. "I wouldn't say it was fate. I would say what happened was unfair. If she were to ever return, I would step down and allow her to have her position back."
"Luckily for you that will most likely never come to pass." Cicero beamed, leaning forward as if to share a secret. "I can't see her ever returning, can you?" He pulled away with a jaunty step and bell like laughter. "And yes, fate is such a silly concept isn't it. Made up for those to weak to make their own paths and carve out their own places in life. But in the end it's one of the few things they have, so I myself let them keep it. You don't take a dying cats silvers of hope after all."
Smokecloud narrowed his eyes. There was some truth in what he spoke of. She probably never would return. "Fate is a mouse-brained concept that someone made up to make themselves feel better about the horrible life choices they made" he mumbled, drooping his eyes in annoyance. "I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny. I believe you have control over your own life."
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