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Bearspirit was lost. She hadn't realized her predicament until it had been too late. The trees and the rocks had begun to lose their winter blown shine, but she had been too deep in her mind to notice it at all. As the heat wave had continued, boiling tensions rose within the camp, and even as someone who liked a good argument here and there, she had become overwhelmed by the loud voices. Quite frankly, she was exhausted of it. So, she had to escape the camp, to be by herself and her thoughts. In a rare moment of introspection, Bearspirit pushed herself to avoid talking to anyone at camp, in fear of adding yet another loud voice to the cacophony that swirled in her thoughts. But as her thoughts quieted, she finally began to take in her surroundings and she froze.
For what seemed like forever, she stood, her paws stuck to the ground, as her ears pressed against her skull. Wait, where was she? She spun around to look behind her, but found nothing that seemed familiar. Swallowing down a rise of panic, Bearspirit turned her head back and let out a shaky breath. All right, this was fine. She could find her way out of this place. She had always wanted an adventure, didn't she? So here it was, an adventure just for her! Yeah...an adventure...
Doestar didn’t like to wander this far east anymore; it reminded him too much of where he and the former Mountain leaders had found the kits, and, with the two recent deaths and Shadedsun’s grief, he didn’t want to think about it. He was just starting to recover, just starting to lose a little of the numbness and shake off the darkness, and now, guilt niggled at him — because it was his fault they were dead, and because he was more distressed by Shadedsun losing his soft glow than he was about the kits; he hated himself for it, hated that he was more upset about the feelings of his friend than he was about the death of their kits, hated that he cared more about the SpringClan warrior being alright than he did about the two bodies lying buried in the ground.
Everything was wrong, and all his feelings were wrong, and nothing was what it should have been, and he just wanted it all to be quiet and go back to what it had been when everything was soft and gentle and safe. And so, he went to where it had all been okay. He went to where everything had been normal, just to pretend for one, brief moment that it still was. Limping slowly along the edge of the wildflower meadow, he rounded a pretty raspberry bush— and almost collided with a huge she-cat.
“Hello!” he blurted out, because it was either going to be that senseless nonsense or a squeal, and staggered backwards. Letting out a nervous little laugh, he tasted the air and— WinterClan. Oh, no. So, this was it, was it? What he’d been worrying about for nearly a moon. His good relations with them in the time of Ghoulstar, they were finally over. This was the first wave — no more alliance, no more friendship, no more merrily trespassing on each other’s territory; this she-cat was the messenger, the heralder of war, and he’d just trodden on her massive paw.
“First off,” he began, forcing a pleasant, boyish smile and reaching out with his good forepaw to brush a leaf off the she-cat’s fur, “welcome, and might I say, what a wonderful display of WinterClan’s strength you are! Really! Incredible stuff! If I were a rogue, ha, I mean, consider me impressed! Secondly, whatever Leatherstar has decided — completely fair, no arguments from me. Please just tell him that I’m very sorry I haven’t gotten a chance to formally introduce myself to him and offer my congratulations and good tidings — it’s been a bit of a tough time for me, in my personal life, which isn’t an excuse by any meanings, I just, unfortunately, haven’t gotten the chance. I didn’t mean to cast any aspersions on the legitimacy of his leadership — I’m sure he’s going to make a wonderful leader this, uh, second time round. And— oh, I’m so sorry, so rude of me: would you like something to eat?” His smile widened, landing somewhere between sweet and utterly, desperately panicked.
As the tom almost collided with her, Bearspirit took an unconscious step backwards, fear spiking in her chest at a sudden realization - had she stepped into a different Clan's territory? She felt ridiculous as she realized she hadn't considered that as a possibility and panic gripped her heart; if she had to return back to camp and explain that she had wandered into new territory because she was too engrossed in her thoughts- A wave a nausea made her take a deep breath, as she forced that idea away. In a daze, she realized that the cat in front of her was speaking and she blinked a couple times to focus on it, a small bit of tension leaving her body; if he was hostile at all, there would've been claws drawn.
It took her a couple moments to register what he was saying and the panic changed to utter confusion. She had identified him as SummerClan and with a couple logical leaps, assumed that he was the Doestar she had heard about. But then...what was he talking about? What did he mean by What Leatherstar had decided? Wait- Was she meant to bring a message? Panic shot through her heart once more, as her eyes widened momentarily. Bearspirit racked her mind to remember if anyone had tried to stop her before she left camp. Had she been so engrossed in her thoughts that she had ignored someone who was trying to tell her to bring a message? He was obviously expecting someone to bring him a message and she doubted that it was pure coincidence that they had run into each other. She couldn't just say "Oh whoops, my bad! I'm actually not the one who was meant to bring you the super important message that could possibly make or break WinterClan and SummerClan relations; I'm just an idiot who wandered into your territory!" But she also couldn't just pretend like she was the important messenger...
Putting on her calmest expression, Bearspirit dipped her head to Doestar, hiding her panic in her eyes, as she looked to the ground. "I apologize in getting your hopes up, Doestar. I'm not the messenger. Leatherstar is still debating about...it. I'm only here as a reminder of this decision. He just wanted you to know that he hasn't forgotten to send you a message, he just needs more time," she said, keeping her eyes glued to the ground.
(ajshdajikhdas thank u!! bearspirit is a butch icon tbh and i love her c': ♥)
Doestar's smile faltered a little, his ears drooping; he didn't know whether he ought to be more relieved or disappointed - relieved because it was delaying the inevitable and it had always been his philosophy that nothing should be done today that can be put off till tomorrow, disappointed because it meant the suffering of waiting and not knowing was prolonged. He almost just wanted to be put out of his misery and given a clear challenge to accept and face. "Ah," he replied at last, forcing the smile back on his face; the last thing he wanted was for this she-cat to feel uncomfortable, even if he was crawling out of his skin. "Well. No harm in that, I suppose."
It struck him as a little odd that the WinterClan leader would send a cat purely to tell him that he hadn't yet made a decision, but it was also just the kind of thing Doestar himself would do, so he couldn't exactly pass judgement on unorthodox and scatty leadership styles. Really, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and it was surely a good sign. A little glow of hope and comfort settled in his chest and the sparkle reappeared in his eyes. He ducked his head, trying to catch the she-cat's gaze and draw it off the ground. "You didn't answer my question, you know," he added warmly, feigning a stern, leader-ly expression that collapsed into a sweet smile a moment later, his brow softening. "Are you hungry? I'd be a terrible host if I sent you back home with an empty stomach. And your name! I don't even know your name! It isn't fair at all that you know mine and I don't know yours." He turned back towards the pine trees on the outskirts of the wildflower meadow, gesturing with his head for her to follow him.
(thank you!!! ♥ these two dorks bounce off of each other so well I stg)
This was the moment where she condemned herself – she couldn’t lie about her name. Might as well go out with style and grace, though. Raising her head, she gave him an embarrassed chuckle, before replying, “Of course, how rude of me! My name is Bearspirit, I’m one of the Prison Guards in WinterClan.” She dipped her head again in reverence, swallowing back the bile of panic that threatened to spill out. “I was too caught up in meeting you for the first time I completely forgot my manners, please excuse me,” Bearspirit purred, giving him a dazzling grin as she met his gaze again. “I would love to stay for some prey, but unfortunately I must decline. I would be more than happy to take a message back to Leatherstar, if you have one?” If this was found out, she would rather not be incriminated as well of taking prey from another Clan, whether it was offered to her or not didn’t matter.
Really, all she wanted was the earth to open and swallow her whole – she was playing with fire, lying to Doestar. But if she was able to somehow spin this in her favor, in bringing back a message to her leader, then perhaps she could “become the messenger.” Neither leaders needed to know which one was the first to truly make her a messenger between the two Clans.
“I do appreciate your generosity, I really do- I would just feel bad taking prey from your Clan. Besides, with the snow melting in WinterClan, I would hate for myself to eat more than my Clanmates.” Bearspirit tilted her head and gave him a smile, as though asking You understand, right?
Doestar offered a small, soft smile. “Bearspirit,” he echoed, dipping his head slightly and dropping his eyes to the grass before looking up at her again. Of course she was called something like Bearspirit; she was too... incredible to have any other sort of name.
He slowed to a halt in the shade of the pines, turning back to face her; he listened silently, expression set in a serious little frown that still managed to make him look like he was an apprentice impersonating a leader. “The snow is melting?” he broke in, voice quiet with worry. He glanced up at the mountains half-hidden in the clouds. He had Applekit with him in SummerClan now, but she’d have to return eventually to WinterClan — and he couldn’t bear the thought of Ghoul’s former Clan suffering. His heart broke for them. “How bad— ah, yes, a-ha, I’m the enemy, aren’t I? That’s alright, you don’t need to tell me anything.”
He shuffled his forepaw in thought for a moment. “Um, will you tell Leatherstar— please,” he shot her a sparkling grin, “—that IIIIIII’m... happy with anything he decides.” He shrugged and let out a bubbly little laugh. What else was there to say? Hardly worth a message, but anything that softened up the new leader was good in his books — Doestar wanted to be seen as a good, nice, easy business partner. After a moment, he offered another smile and flicked his tail. “Well, then, if you can’t eat anything for yourself, would you like to take something back for your Clan? Official permission from a leader, we’re bursting at the ear fluff with prey, blah, blah— I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a bit, might even get a thank you if you’re lucky.”
Oh, was she not supposed to let him know about the snow? She internally groaned and almost collapsed in embarrassment – this was why she stuck to her claws and teeth, not her tongue to do the talking. Collecting herself, Bearspirit gave him a lopsided grin. “There’s nothing to worry about, we’re doing fine! It’s just a little…weather change, that’s all.” She hoped that she sounded reassuring and not at all panicked like she felt in this moment.
Perfect, now she was a messenger. With a little tweaking her and there in her story, it could seem as though she had bumped into Doestar while trekking through the territory. Nothing to worry about. And perhaps with the piece of prey, it could sweeten whatever deal that was happening between Leatherstar and Doestar. From what she could gather, it sounded quite important and she felt a small feeling of excitement well up in her stomach – because now, she was involved in whatever political conversation this was, she now had a little bit of importance.
“If you insist,” Bearspirit replied, after a moment of happy thoughts on how this would propel her further in the Clan, “I’m sure Leatherstar would be more than happy to accept a gift.” Though it made her pause as she realized that she would now have to catch the piece of prey and the happiness popped like a bubble. StarClan she had to catch prey in front of Doestar? Her smile felt frozen on her face, though she pushed forward, trying to thaw it out and seem more confident in her skills than she felt. “I think I’ll follow your lead as to where the best pieces of prey are – you have a more intimate knowledge of this place.” Bearspirit was babbling on, she knew that, trying to fill up the silence in place of her nervousness.
Doestar eyed Bearspirit disbelievingly, falling silent for a moment before deciding not to press the issue. "Well," he replied at last, "if it ever becomes more than a weather change, I hope you'll tell me how I can be of service to your Clan. It's my daughter's home; I can't have you all just sliding off the side of the mountain." He realised a little too late that he'd just implied that she had somehow become the official go-between for SummerClan and WinterClan; but, if Leatherstar had trusted her enough in the first place to send her to him, he supposed she must be qualified for that role.
"Good," he purred, nodding once like that was the end of the discussion and once again turned to lead the way up the hill. You have a more intimate knowledge of this place. "Yes, I certainly hope I do," he replied dryly, glancing at her with a teasing sparkle in his gaze. She was just so polite and formal - how was he supposed to not make a little fun of her? And it made for a rather cute change, to have someone else doing the nervous babbling instead of him; he'd never get tired of cats being flustered around him and his title, made him feel so special. "I think it's rather expected of leaders - first question on the entrance exam, actually. Now, what's your preferred prey? Icicles? The odd twig? I suppose you might have snow hares up there? I can't offer any of those, but we do have rabbits. Squirrels, too, and mice, shrews, water voles, birds. Treat yaself. Oh, but, if you see a sort of, like, light brown-ish field mouse wearing a flower crown, don't pick that one - one of the kits has him as a pet, name's Pennypacker. She won't be happy if you kill him. Believe me, it's a struggle for us all." He grinned, soft and sweet.
Bearspirit did feel flustered around Doestar, how could she not when he was a leader – no less a leader of another Clan. She felt off kilter with his charisma and kindness and her confidence wavered – she felt more out of touch with herself than she had ever beforehand. Wariness grew instead; wasn’t she supposed be a WinterClan cat, known for their cold politeness and distance from other Clans? It spoke to Doestar’s ability as a leader to make her feel more relaxed and she wasn’t sure if that was necessarily a good or bad thing. He didn’t seem to have malicious intent towards her Clan; from what she had heard, he was one of the few leaders who was compassionate not just to SummerClan, but those from other Clans as well. Which set him apart. Previously, the rumors set her on edge, and she had scoffed at those who came back with stories of how kind he had been; but now?
As Doestar continued to talk, Bearspirit watched him, trying to figure him out – he looked at ease with the situation and didn’t seem to even bat an eye at the mention of the field mouse (which made Bearspirit pause for a second, mouth open in a question, before she shook her head and closed it). He was a born leader and perhaps that was why she was so awestruck by him; she gravitated towards those who held power, whether they knew it or not. There was just something different about them that set them apart from everyone else and Doestar was no different.
Still trying to sort out her thoughts, Bearspirit gave a nod and replied, “Well, ah- A mouse sounds good. I’ll, uh, get right to it.” Her sentence rose in a question, as she glanced around the territory, uncertainty making her fur ruffle. She almost sneezed as one of the wheat stalks tickled her nose and she had to turn her head to the side to hide it. The earthy smell of the field almost knocked her off her feet and she grimaced a bit as she tried to separate earth from mouse.
Her ears twitched and her head swiveled to the left and she crouched down, as a little mouse could be seen, nibbling on a seed. It had been moons since she had last hunted and her legs and paws felt stiff and awkward, as though they were someone else’s. She crept forward, trying hard to pay attention to the mouse and her movements, all the while feeling Doestar’s gaze on her, whether he was watching or not. Bearspirit was not about to let him see a WinterClan cat struggle to catch a measly mouse.
StarClan, if I fail, strike me down where I stand, she briefly prayed, clenching her eyes shut. She sprung forward, a bit too hard, and managed to grapple to mouse to her stomach, tumbling a couple kits’ lengths away from her original spot. As she stumbled to her paws, she realized she had squashed the mouse until her, its body oddly contorted. Bearspirit winced a bit and carried it in her mouth in such a way that hid most of the squashed mouse, before padding back to Doestar.
“Thank you, for the offer, again,” Bearspirit rumbled, dipping her head to him. She felt a bit silly, as she almost dropped the mouse in her bow, catching it by a couple hairs on its neck, before it fell to the ground.
"One single mouse?" Doestar purred, watching Bearspirit with an amused half-smile; he stopped when she glanced around, letting out a soft purr when she fought back a sneeze. He sat back and wrapped his tail neatly around his paws to watch her creep towards the mouse, enjoying the feeling of the sun against his back and the fact that, for once, he didn't have to worry about being embarrassed himself while trying to hunt. The sight almost made him laugh but he held it back and settled for a warm smile instead; she was so huge and lumbering, and the size comparison between her and the tiny mouse only made it even more adorable. When he saw that she was about to leap, he drew his chin back into his throat and held his breath - and then, before he could stop himself, was laughing as hard as he ever had in his life, throwing his head back and tapping the flower-specked ground with his forepaw.
When she padded back up to him, he resumed a normal sitting position and tried to look at her without laughing, which only resulted in an eye-watering, cheeks-bulging, scrunched up smile with the odd, small burst of laughter still escaping; he drew in a few deep breaths to try and calm himself, still grinning madly. "Well done," he replied at last, voice tight and strained as he wiped the back of his paw against his eyes. "You sure showed that poor mouse who was boss." He let out another sighing laugh and then smiled at her sweetly, resting one of his forepaws on top of the other. "I'm sorry, that was terrible of me - please don't be embarrassed. I'm just so used to being the worst hunter in the forest and it's so lovely to see someone almost as bad as me." He let out another soft little laugh, offering a wide, boyish grin. "And I mean that in the best possible way. I'm sure you're the best prison guard in WinterClan - I," he touched his good forepaw to his chest, ducking his head a little, "for one would certainly be terrified."
It was a little mad, how fond he already was of the she-cat he'd only just met. She was just so cute, in a scary, fearsome, I'd-cry-if-I-met-her-in-a-dark-alley sort of way, and, aside from Beetuft, she was really the only she-cat he'd ever felt truly comfortable around. Usually he was a mess around them, either too flustered or too quiet - he didn't like them in the way so many toms did and he never knew what to say or how to act around them. But with Bearspirit, it was, silly as it sounded, like he'd known her for half his life, like something had just clicked. "One mouse isn't going to feed a whole Clan," he added after a heartbeat; really, he just didn't want her to go just yet. "What would Leatherstar think of me if I sent you back with... that?" He pointed with his good forepaw at the poor, squished mouse, letting out another close-mouthed giggle in his throat and smiling lopsidedly at the sight. Then, suddenly, his ears perked up and he grinned brightly. "I could teach you how to hunt rabbits, if you like. Even you and I can manage that. And, before you say anything, no, it's nothing like hunting snow hares - first, no snow, second, ours don't have hairs, they have fluff. A-haaaa," he let out a purr, pleased with his joke, "never gets old. Whaddaya say?" His eyes shone.
Bearspirit felt ridiculous as Doestar howled in laughter, though she couldn’t help but turn her head to the side and try to hide her own laugh with a cough. Perhaps it was fate that she ran into Doestar – she clearly needed to talk to someone who laughed as easily as he did. What was so striking was how calm he seemed around her, as though they had been friends since kithood. Wasn’t that bad, though? Even worse was that she liked this budding feeling of comradery towards Doestar. “You know, if you weren’t so likable, I’d leave right now,” Bearspirit grumbled, setting down the mouse. “And on that note, I wouldn’t be surprised if Leatherstar continued the good relationship between SummerClan and WinterClan.” Besides, it would be good to bury the hatchet between our two Clans. Despite the warmth, she shivered a bit – she still vividly remembered Understar’s order to raid SummerClan, after reaching the conclusion that SummerClan warriors had been the ones to slaughter the WinterClan cats. But when they got to the camp, the WinterClan group found that no one was there. At the time, she had been furious at the lost chance to shed blood – so many of her fellow Clanmates had died and she wanted to seek vengeance, to howl and to scream at the SummerClan warriors. But now? Maybe it was a good thing the camp had been deserted.
Forcing a small smile, she tipped her head to the side. “I wouldn’t worry about what Leatherstar decides, you have a good head on your shoulders-” She paused and shook her head, realizing just how soft-hearted that sounded. “Listen, you’re just good at the talking thing, don’t let it get to your head. Or, whatever.” The last sentence was mumbled out, her eyes narrowed in confusion, her shoulders hunching together.
But it was true, because even if she didn’t want to, she snorted at his joke, rolling her eyes, as she peered at him. “Course they’re not anything alike – snow hares actually taste good, thank you very much.” It seemed as though she had bounced back from her momentary confusion, forcing it from her thoughts. “But, just this once, I’ll try and taste some smelly rabbit. Besides, it seems as though I have to knock you down a couple pegs.” She shook herself off and fluffed her fur out, giving him the cockiest grin.
“You’ve seen me struggle with catching prey and I won’t let some fancy-shmancy SummerClan leader see me like that. I’m sure I could hunt way more rabbits than you, no matter the territory or time. So – you, me, hunting competition. Whoever catches the most wins the title of ‘Okayest Hunter.’ Or are you too comfy sitting on your lazy haunches?”
His heart felt both warm and anxious at her reassurance of Leatherstar’s intentions. He hoped so. Listen, you’re just good at the talking thing, don’t let it get to your head. Doestar let out a low, amused purr, tilting his head to the side and giving her a fond, teasing look. He always seemed to get on best with the ones who got flustered about soppy emotions, and he always managed to wear them down eventually. He nudged her shoulder with his, shaking his head and letting out a snort.
Snow hares actually taste good. Doestar’s small smile grew into a wide, challenge of a grin, his eyes narrowing as he bowed his head. “Oooooooh, really? Is that so?” He laughed through his teeth, straightening up and looking away with an airy, dismissive expression. “We’ll see.” At the mention of knocking him down a couple pegs, he met her eyes again and matched her grin, holding her gaze for a moment before letting out a breath of laughter.
“Ohhhhhh, no, not a hunting competition.” He threw his head back with a groan and stumbled a few steps, his paws dragging across the earth miserably. “Fiiiiiiine. Ugh, wow, boy, oh, boy, I can’t wait to lose out on Okayest Hunter to someone not even from my Clan.” He grinned at her over his shoulder before flicking his head towards the rabbit meadow and falling in step beside her. “So, tell me about yourself. Do you, y’know, have anyone back home?”
His eyes glittered for a moment before he suddenly realised how that might have sounded and suddenly choked. “I’m not flirting with you!” he added in a panicked rush, ear tips heating up. He let out a nervous, breathy laugh. “I don’t even like she-cats. I—I mean, I like she-cats, you... you guys are great! Just not... like that. A-ha. Oh, my God.” He hung his head in embarrassment, grinning despite himself. There went his apparent way with words.
StarClan he was a drama king; although she rolled her eyes at his antics, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, there was something innocent about him that she couldn't help but feel a bit of fondness flicker in her stomach. And it spread into a smirk, as he stuttered. "Careful there, chief. You might hurt yourself tripping over your words like that." Despite her teasing, she felt a bit of tension knot her muscles - it wasn't like she didn't try to find someone, no one had caught her eye yet that was all. "Not yet - most of the she-cats in my Clan are either already with someone or not my type." Bearspirit put a paw to her chest, her whiskers twitching in amusement as she continued, "But I'm not too worried - I mean, look at me! I'm amazing! I'm sure I'll be able to sweep a pretty she-cat off her paws in no time." It was easier to laugh away her problems then actually talk about them - those thoughts could be future Bearspirit's problems.
"What about you? Anyone caught your eye yet? Give me all of the drama, so that I can return to WinterClan and gossip like some elder." It felt so odd to her that they were having this conversation, despite the fact that they had already met. And not only that, but the fact that she was having this conversation with a leader of all cats. And yet - it felt as though this was perfectly acceptable. It had to be Doestar's charisma, she couldn't think of any other reason as to why this was happening.
