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It had been less than a half-moon since he'd left the clans to wander on his own. A few of his family members tagged after him, having some misguided hopes he knew where he was going, or perhaps they just refused to leave him alone. As much as he appreciated the support, Chimerahunt wished they'd just leave him be and go back home. They could be happy in the clans, and they should; he was the one with the messed-up mind that couldn't stand to be a warrior anymore. He didn't even like having authority, yet it felt wrong to be without it. He hated every second of it.
He had slipped away from the others for a moment of peace in their travels. He wasn't exactly sure where they were anymore... somewhere between the forest clans and his old territory, maybe, northeast of the gathering place... but a soft sound caught his ear and he startled to realize another cat was nearby. Chim huffed. Couldn't his family let him have this one moment of peace to himself? The orange tom drew himself up and bounded toward the noise, brushing through the undergrowth and turning on the cat.
"Shatteredshine, I promise you that---"
It wasn't her. Chim stopped and stared at the stranger in front of him.
He ran. What else was he supposed to do? The Shadow Era had lost. Novaclan was victorious, with Starclan's blessing; that was clearly obvious. The only alternative was going back to Sunclan; the insane cult that worshiped a big ball of fire in the sky, the place that stripped him of his name and his honor as a Medicine Cat. Although it really wasn't like he had the right to call himself that anymore. And who's fault was that? A part of him, larger than he cared to admit, wanted to blame Starclan for it. For everything. For allowing Solsticestar to promote him at only three moons old, to a position he never wanted. For allowing Earthclan: his home, his family, to get washed away to nothing. For letting Pondberry, his own brother, grow to hate him so much, even though he had no clue what on earth he did wrong. He wanted to blame Starclan for letting his life become the disaster it had become. But it wasn't them who tried to wash it all away to nothing.
Somewhere between delusion and desperation, Firetooth had ran, completely blind to wherever his legs were taking him. All he wanted to do was run, run away from it all. It wasn't until hours later that he even realized he had ended up in Earthclan's old territory...or at least, what was left of it. Tired, starving, and emotionally exhaused, the young ginger tom plopped himself down on the cold, hard earth, leaning against the towering trunk of an oak tree, and cried. The Medicine Cat had never cried, not even when he was a kits. Not even when Earthclan was destroyed and he thought his family was dead. But repressing emotions doesn't get rid of them, it only builds up, and builds up, until there's nothing left to hold them back anymore.
Firetooth wasn't sure how long he had been crying there, until the sound of a voice interrupted his misery. He looked up with a start, shocked at the figure that stood before him. "Chimerastar?"
He stared hard at the familiar face, trying to place where he'd seen it before. This wasn't a cat from his old clan, he knew that much, but he knew him from somewhere. He knew that he should be comforting the other tom too, like a proper acquaintance, but his paws remained paralyzed to the spot. Chim was very good at helping over cats overcome their demons... he was normally the one having the breakdown, not the other way around. Most cats just gave him a little pat on the back and tried to tell him sympathetic words of hope, but he was sick and tired of hope, and he wasn't in any position to be helping someone else.
It wasn't until several moments of silence later that he remembered where he was, and finally that let the pieces fall into place. This was the old medicine cat of EarthClan quite along in his old home. "You know your clan isn't here anymore, right?" he asked cautiously.
Usually a remark like that would warrant a roll of his eyes and a dry, sarcastic remark, but Firetooth didn't have the energy for it. He didn't have the energy for anything right now...he'd much prefer for the ground to just open up and swallow him whole, making him one with the earth. Instead, he only stared up at the former Waterclan leader with a dead look in his eyes, silence falling over the forest before the soft sound of a sigh and a mutter barely audible to Chimerahunt; "Yeah...I know..." His gaze fell back to his paws, normally snowy white, but now caked with wet mud. Despite nothing particularly changing in the past five minutes, just the presence of another cat was somewhat comforting to the former Medicine Cat. At least he wasn't alone. "I...really didn't have anywhere else to go."
Yeah, he understood that. Even with his family around and ready to support him, Chim was no stranger to the intrusive thoughts that told him he didn't belong. He'd listened to them for a long time, but he had his family to drag him through it all, and now they had a home together. Even if the little band of traveling cats was a pathetic excuse for a home, it was enough. It didn't matter to him if Firetooth meant his words literally or not, the result was the same: another homeless cats.
"Well... you should really find somewhere to go. You're a healer, not a hunter or a fight," he reminded him unnecessarily.
"You think I don't know that?" Firetooth scoffed with a roll of his eyes, though his words lacked the scornful bite they usually did. "I'm not going back to where I came from, I can tell you that much. I'd rather die than go back to Sunclan, those Starclan-rejecting bastards." His clawed gripped the mud in frustration, his gaze snapped up to meet Chimerahunt's, tears gathering in his desperate green eyes. "Where am I supposed to go? It's like you said; I can't hunt or fight, I never learned how to. The only thing I know is herbs, but no clan will accept me as a Medicine Cat. It's like...as soon as Earthclan was swept away, so was whatever identity I had as a healer. It's like I never existed at all! It's like EARTHCLAN never existed!" His voice began to rise to a shout, anger threatening the boil over inside him. Anger at the world for putting him in this situation. Anger at himself because he was so helpless, and all he was able to do was pity himself. Was this why Starclan had forsaken him? "Don't you get it, you flea-ridden mousebrain?! I don't HAVE anywhere to go!"
He tensed, meeting the healer's gaze defiantly though he held no answers for him. Medicine cats were difficult to come by, but all of the clans had enough now, and they weren't looking for more. No clan wanted three medicine cats sitting around arguing, not when they needed all the hunters they could get, but who was going to train this unwilling sack of bitterness? Who was going to waste their time? "If no clan will have you, then you'll have to be a rogue," he snapped back, "and good luck finding food for yourself. Your best chance is to sell your skills; find some rogue gang that needs a healer and treat their wounds in exchange for prey. Congratulations on your glorious new lifestyle."
Chim and stalked away from him, annoyed that the desperate, pathetic cat having a full-on breakdown dared to insult him. He had only made it a few paces when he slowly considered his own words, and he knew if he told this story later, his family would kill him for walking away now. Gritting his teeth, the orange tom turned back and reluctantly muttered, "I suppose, if you must tag along with other cats for a while, my family could use someone like you around. Someone who knows herbs, I mean."
