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He'd heard rumors. Of course he'd heard rumors. Enigma had been wandering for so long and had lost every home he'd known to fire, flood, and Funk.. poetic it seemed. So when he'd heard the rumors of a new place.. not that was accepting those without a home.. he decided he had nothing to lose to check it out. He admitted he was getting up in years, his glossy black pelt starting to loose some it of shine and fullness but his icy blue eyes were still as sharp as ever.
He padded into the old Waterclan territory, opening his mouth to scent the air as he did. Fresh scents let him know there were cats gathering here again. Now he just needed to find them, see who was in charge of this show.
Things were moving far too quickly for his taste. He didn't mind the other cats coming to join them, but he hadn't expected them to come so quickly. Word had spread about his little band of rogues and some curious cats had come to visit or join, and they were coming faster than he could learn their names. Old instincts made him a little uneasy to see cats all over his former territory, but he hadn't set down borders with this new group, and it was freeing not to be worried about defending himself.
As the orange tom picked his way through the willows he caught the scent of another cat nearby. His ears pricked and Chim wove toward the sound. The tom didn't seem familiar, but he couldn't place if he'd seen him around camp lately. "Hey," he called gruffly.
It wasn't hard for the tom to realize this was Chimerastar, Chim as he'd heard him called. He had some fairly distinct features after all. However.. that was a pretty nice greeting for a stranger that likely reeked of the league. "Hi.." Enigma mewed, suddenly very uncomfortable. "You're Chimerastar right?" His sea foam gaze slid over the tom once more to ensure he hadn't imagined the likeness to the cat that had been described to him.
He quirked a brow. What cat was coming here not knowing who he was? He understood it would happen eventually, it was easier to accept than the idea of cats coming here for him, but strange nonetheless. It had been a long time since he'd heard that name as well, and it was taking him a long time to slip back into the familiar skin. Leadership felt wrong, but the name felt right. "That's me. Do you know many other one-eyed orange cats?"
Enimga chuckled at the tom's response. He's been around for so many moons, having been born moons before the Ashclan volcano wiped the old clans from cats memories, there was indeed a chance he'd met another one eyed ginger tom. But no, none in recent memory. "No I don't but you never know these days, there are so many cats in the forest." He paused, seeming to look through the leader for a moment before refocusing. "I'd like to join your group. I'm mostly trained in medicinal arts but I've fended for myself long enough to know how to fight and hunt." He started for a moment before remembering he should introduce himself. "I'm Enigma.. Formally of.. well everywhere."
(I always forget just how old Enigma would be >.<)
Chim grunted his agreement. There had always been many cats in the forest, ever since he was born, but he had always assumed as he got to know them the world would feel smaller and smaller. That's what his brother had told him, those quiet nights of their youth when the enterprising co-deputy had tried to explain how he could feel crushed under the pressure of knowing everybody, but Chim didn't understand now any more than he had then. Every time he met a new cat he realized the world was just that much more full, and he worried about how many cats were crammed together in such a relatively small set of territories.
"Sure. Welcome to SwiftClan," he responded with a simple shrug. They could always use more healers in their ranks, more capable cats that didn't need training, and they hadn't been very particular so far about who joined. He wasn't sure he'd even met some of the cats in his clan.
"That was easy." The older tom mewed with a chuckle. "I'm so used to being chased out of territories it's nice to not have to beg for once." The tom's salt and pepper muzzle spread into a grin before school itself back into it's usual stoic features. He really wasn't the best at conversation so he just stood there, wondering if the leader had anything else to say to him.
Chim shrugged. "We're not really in a position where we can be chasing cats off. You'll see that." He knew he should be cautious, if any of the other clans found out how small and chose to start a fight they'd never survive, but he couldn't afford to keep everyone out. "Best you lower your expectations right now, it's not much. Camp is up there." He gestured with his tail behind him, debating if he should show the way there.
"I've lived in literal sewers, nothing bothers me at this point." He turned to walk towards the camp before pausing. "No one is going to jump me if I walk in there are they?" Sure the leader had said fine but a stranger walking into the camp unescorted? That might be asking for trouble.
Chim considered. "Probably not, but I'm not sure," he admitted. New cats were joining all the time, but they did usually have an escort... how quick would his clan be to defend themselves? He sighed, rising to his paws and starting toward camp. "I'll come with you, just to be sure."
The tom nodded, seemingly grateful for the escort. He wasn't going to kid himself. He was getting old. His muzzle had more grey on it than it had the previous moons and his wasn't as fast on his feet as he'd been in his youth. "Everything going smoothly so far?" He questioned in the attempt to make small talk. He didn't think any of the other clans would mess with such a small group but after the way the league had been acting as of late he did worry slightly.
Chim snorted. "Hardly. I try and have one quiet week to myself, and instead, I end up head of a whole new clan. What kind of restful break is that? But I'm so pleased to have you join us," he added with a sardonic edge. It was no secret that he hadn't planned SwiftClan, but maybe he should have expected it. His family always had the strangest, most ridiculous of ideas and somehow made them come true. This was no different, just on a grander scale than usual.
Enigma chuckled at the tom's obvious annoyance. "Your family loves you and seem to do anything to be around you. Mine run off and take over the regime for giggles." He shrugged, "You can't pick your family but at least your seem to be doing okay." His blue-green eyes traveled to the camp in front of them, "Do you plan on staying at the old Camp?" He mewed, more conversationally than anything else.
Chim was hardly listening anymore. He was fighting the sudden buzz in his ears as he processed the unfortunate revelation and his expression hardened. "Hold on," he ordered, circling in front of Enigma to keep him from proceeding, "what do you mean, your family took over the Regime?" The tension tugged his lips back in the beginning of a warning snarl, and he made only a half-hearted attempt to remain composed. "And who would your family be, exactly?"
"Gossamer and Mysterium are my kits as much as they dislike that fact." The tom's fur didn't ruffle at the leader's sudden hostility. "If you're afraid they've taken after me there's no need to. Those two have a mind of their own, they left the nest long ago and left me with it." Enigma no longer felt the fear he'd felt when he was a young cat, the thought of dying no longer scared him. His raised his frosted muzzle in a slight challenge, if Chim thought he was a threat then so be it he'd find somewhere else to live out the rest of his days.
"Then why are you here instead of with them?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously. He knew that his clan didn't have any important secrets to keep, it wasn't worthwhile to send a spy to check on them, and yet... he didn't like the Regime either, and his skin crawled to think one of them might be trying to enter his clan.
"Because they hate my guts." Enigma laughed at the idea of actually living with his family. "I wasn't a very good father so I don't blame them." He shrugged again, "If it makes you feel better I've never set foot in the Regime's territory, if I did those two would likely have me killed."
"Hmph." Chim didn't sound convinced, but he didn't turn him away from the clan either. He suppressed a sigh and turned back to camp. "Fine, there nothing I can do about that," he muttered, "but if I find out you're lying, we're skinning you throat to tail and hanging you from the cliffs."
