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(Cleaver, the much belated thread DX but finally we can have Soaringbird and Deal meet up air their grievances and then boom after the rp Dealingdesire and her littermates will be able to exist .)
Soaringst-no Soaringbird, she was Soaringbird again. Or was she? She didn't belong to any clan. She had nine lives, could she just carry on calling herself Soaringstar even with no clan behind her?
She sniffed, smacking her face and burying it into the catmint a kittypet had offered her. The tom had taken one look at her when she'd wandered into twolegplace and had taken pity on her. She wondered if he was the locals version of a medicine cat. Or if he just liked the smell of herbs or how they tasted.
In this case, the smell of catmint was quite soothing, it helped alleviate some of the pain. But not all of it, it just gave her more energy and it left her in a funk. Finally she straightened up and batted it away, and with a sigh sat down on the floor of the green house the cat had led her into. It was nice and warm here, but it wasn't safe. The tom had told her she should take the time there to reorient herself since she seemed out of sorts and he didn't want to see her as crowfood on the thunderpath because she wasn't in her right mind.
But he'd warned her that twolegs liked this encased garden. So she had to leave eventually.
Seeing as the herbs were no longer serving to help her, she pushed herself back onto her paws, and made her way out of the greenhouse. She slipped out through a small hole the tom had shown her and she exited, shivering as she was now out in the cold of leafbare once more.
Sighing she decided she'd best find some food and then figure out where she was going to stay tonight. So she padded off, to begin her search for hunting grounds.
Deal had fallen on hard times after he left DayClan, debating where he ought to go... not that there were many options. Too many clans now wouldn't accept him, he suspected, and even if he did he wasn't sure he should be with other cats anymore. Every time he showed his face someone got hurt, and he was growing so tired of seeing everyone die because of him. He could still feel the pain in his throat where it had last been slashed, felt the thunderous call of the leader as she cursed him, and even breaking the curse would never allow him to escape that memory. His scars had healed but the most had been terrible and he was struggling to look after himself. Paranoia, it seemed, was not so easily escaped. The fears that had plagued him had been implanted by the Sun God, but it was hard to remember he could trust someone else again after everything.
So, he'd fled the clans. He'd ended up here. Here was damp and dark and dirty. It was cowering in the broken cement at the base of the steps of an old house, barely sleeping a wink for fear a dog would walk by and chase after him; here was perched on the roof of a twoleg den getting soaked in the rain; here was wandering through the city streets looking for purpose or a familiar face. He knew the basics, he could feed himself and survive on his own, but his heart was aching with the need to see a smile again. It was slowly killing him to never hear a friendly word from anyone.
The black-and-white tom was half-heartedly following the scent of a rat through the alleys. He suspected he would never find the rat itself, but it gave him something to focus on, something other than his thoughts. They were too overwhelming recently and even now they distracted him until he had passed by the rat scent without realizing it. Missed a turn. Sighing, Deal turned back to follow it again, and his gaze caught on another cat nearby. His shoulder fur started to spike and he took an uneasy step back, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
"Don't--- don't come over here. Leave me alone and I'll leave you alone," he challenged, his throat run dry.
(Sorry for the lack of replies for a while Cleaver, but I'd still like for the pair to hook up and have kits ((Really want that Dealingdesire XD)) So if you're still game to have them hook up here and then I'll say Soaringbird kinda putzed around before gathering her courage and going to DayClan before the litter is born)
Soaringbird halted pelt prickling at the sound of a voice. Her senses must still be fogged up from spending so long with the sweet smelling catmint for her to have taken so long to detect the presence of another cat.
She blinked for a moment seeing the figure of another cat in the dim light, squinting her eyes. The tom looked... familiar. She took a step closer. "I don't mean any harm," She assured him. Then paused. "You look familiar, are you from the clans as well?" She asked, that was the only explanation for why he looked familiar.
Perhaps he was a fellow outcast, who had made mistakes to land him on the outside. Perhaps he was avoiding them, leaving them in search for a better life. The way he spoke she didn't think he was of the league or the regime, they would've struck first asked questions later if at all.
She must've been far more desperate for companionship than she'd realized if she was so keen to chat rather than simply allow this cat to pass by with a curt assurance of a truce between them.
(I love your determination so yeah, let's do this xD)(by the way, is there a plan other than that? i haven't used rasputin in a while, did you want him to go with her or should we just assume he died off?)
"No."
All of the moons he had lived through and still Deal was a hopeless liar. The answer was instinctive, he didn't want to admit his identity if it was going to get him into trouble, and it always led to trouble. He was tired of fighting, he had come here to escape being hunted and it only fit that another clan cat would have found him anyway. She didn't need to see the twitch in his face to recognize his lie, though: it was apparent even in his voice.
His shoulders hunched, and he wondered briefly if he could pass off as his one of his own. None of his kits would be this old, but if they didn't know well, they might just think he was one of the older kittens; he could pass for that, right? Most cats recognized him by the distinctive pelt, not the ritualized scarring on his chest, throat, and cheek.
(I am filled with DETERMINATION XD, and its up to you, we haven't had them do stuff together in so long. I'm kinda leaning towards breaking them up because Soaringbird's just gone and dragged poor Rasputin into nothing but trouble, the poor guy. He wanted to rule brookClan and he wound up with no BrookClan left to rule and exiled from NightClan now where's he gonna rule? And if you want to kill him off, I'm down, give Soaringbird all the guilt for her mistakes.)
Soaringbird sighed as she sat down, whiskers twitching. "I imagine had I been asked the same question I probably would've said no as well," She admitted tail resting on the ground and shaking her head. "After all, I reached the pinnacle, the highest height one can reach in the clans... and I was struck down so low by being careless with my secrets. I should've taken them to my grave, but my guilt didn't let me." She said quietly.
Springlockedgrave must hate her guts for her failings, how dare Soaringbird abandon the kits she'd dragged to NightClan. She was supposed to be their mother, care for them since she robbed Springlockedgrave of them. And instead Soaringbird had failed, and left them hurt and lost. She feared what would become of them without her there.
"I'm Soaringbird," She offered. "I had another name recently but," She let out a soft bitter laugh. "I hardly deserve it now." -Star was meant for leaders, and Soaringstar was now leader of no one. So Soaringbird she was.
Deal snorted; then, almost reluctantly, he cracked a smile. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Hadn't he done the same? He had soared so high, he had blackmailed and cheated his way into leadership, and then he was powerless. Cursed, he could only watch as he tore down everything he had worked for. He was the one that had destroyed his own chances at happiness, not even Foxbane had done that damage; she had been at his side when he drained the life from the cat he loved. He was careless, and it ruined him as it had her.
"Soaringbird is still a clan name," he mentioned. "You don't look like you're living in a clan right now." His dark forest gaze skimmed over her quickly, and he felt his conclusion was well-supported. "Are you going back to them, after you fell so low? Take some advice from a cat who knows what he's talking about... it brings nothing but trouble. My experience might be ordinary, though," he amended after a pause.
Not many cats were going to suffer through the ordeals he had, after all. The Clans might suit her just fine.
Soaringbird frowned softly. "It's not the first time I've fallen," She admitted. A long time ago, an owl had carried her from NightClan and dumped her near BrookClan, she'd been lucky to survive. "But this time I fell far harder than before."
She turned away casting her gaze back to the stars. "But my family is there, my sister, she came looking for me even though it had been so long. I imagine she's still looking for me, and my... well Springlockedgrave's kits. They must be so confused and wondering why I hurt them like I did."
She lowered her eyes then looked back at him. "It is troublesome you're right... but if I left the clans behind entirely I'd lose everything I love. Aren't there those that love you in the clans still?" She asked. "Or walking in the stars above watching over you?"
Deal choked on a name he hadn't heard in countless moons. "Springlockedgrave has kits?" he echoed, a little horrified to think about it. She had been unstable at best when he'd met her, and he worried that kits wouldn't improve her mental state any. He couldn't help wondering if the kits Soaringbird spoke of were his own... he hoped not.
He shook his head, struggling to move on with the conversation. "Maybe?" His voice was laced with doubt. "I suppose there might be a few cats, but most of them have no love for me left. Those that did have long since passed on." Bitterness laced his smile. Nearly everyone he had been close to was gone now, most dead at Foxbane's paws. For a long time, just thinking of their names hurt him, but somewhere out here in the wilderness, he had become numb to his losses.
"Your kits." His mind was still on the BrookClan she-cat. "You said they were your kits. Were you and Springlockedgrave-?"
(has he not met Lakeveil and Blazehowl (well Blazehowl's ded now so he can't meet him) or their siblings? I completely forgot about that for a second XD)
"You... knew Springlockedgrave?" Soaringbird was startled, she hadn't realized Springlockedgrave was so well known, it made a pang hit her in the heart how little she'd known of the she cat whom she'd stolen from. "We... we weren't close, her and I. It was all such a messy business," She admitted dragging her paw in the dirt. "I stole her kits." She decided to be blunt. Why keep secrets from this cat? Clearly they'd both stumbled and it wasn't like he wouldn't find out. Her name probably had become synonymous with the crime by now if Flamingstar had her way.
Soaringbird's ears drooped, "I wanted to join NightClan with the cat I loved, but... at the time Shiverstar made it clear only cats with blood in NightClan could join. And he and I weren't ready to have kits, but I wanted kits so badly... so we hatched a scheme, went back to BrookClan and stole her newest litter... and I claimed them as mine. I fell in love with all four of them, they were so precious." She said softly.
"Now I wish I'd paid more thought for their mother. That I didn't just accept what others told me, but Blazehowl and Lakeveil said she was unfit, Burningstar said it was probably best but I should've thought how I was hurting her. And though she forgave me when she gave me a life... I'll carry the guilt of not doing more for her and her kits till my dying day I think." Soaringbird murmured.
(If he met them early on he probably didn't realize who they were. Deal was very oblivious about his kits for a long time. Everyone else knew but he had no idea)
As she spoke, the pieces began to fall into place in the timeline. He was recognizing more and more of the names she spoke, and it made him realize how close they had come to meeting before.
"I wasn't close with her either," he ventured, "but what they told you is probably right. When we met she was losing her mind, if it wasn't gone already. I don't think I helped her regain much sanity. Those kits wouldn't have a good life if they stayed with her. Not unless BrookClan intervened."
His paws shifted as he considered everything else she told him. Stealing kits was another crime he was familiar with, though he had never done it himself. "It's funny," he murmured, looking up at her with dark green eyes, "we must have just passed each other by. I don't have NightClan blood either, so when Shiverstar became leader, I left the clan. I was there when Ghoststar was the leader."
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