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She shivered constantly, the cold at night was so much worse than the cold during the day. Was it blasphemous to think that? At this point, did she even care? Shivering pathetically under the stars and moon above, Diamondcascade was seconds away from curing their nocturnal life-style. There was no sun to keep them warm, the night air was freezing. And, worse yet, the hunting had gone sour. No prey seemed dumb enough to leave the warmth of their den during the night. And funnily enough, Diamondcascade couldn't blame them. She just wanted to be in back in the warmth of her den too.
The night rustled around her as she walked through the warm night. Or at least for her it was warm in the forest region. Stepping out into the moonlight was Mistyveil. She was like two possessed beings, her fur and eyes vertically cut in half. Hot rosy peach fur radiated like light shining through pink clouds on her left half. Icy shimmery Russian blue blurred on the other half like light shining through fog. Her right eye was a rare turquoise shade while her left was haint blue with glittery gold specks. She was WinterClan's medicine cat and given their grass was about whole two foxes under snow there was few herbs to ever gather from her own territory. It was why she wandered about in the warmer regions of the forest to discover new herbs. Only this time she was found out as she walked right into the clearing where Diamondcascade was at.
"Oh um... Wait. This isn't my clan. Oh my gosh, and it's not a mountain. Whoops. Sorry about that," Mistyveil said in the most unconvincing act ever produced by a cat.
Diamondcascade seemed more terrified to have found an intruder than the intruder was to be found. First slight fear flashed in her optics, but it dissipated into something more in nature like pure confusion. What, what was she even suppose to do? Vaguely she remembered being told some protocol with how to deal with loners by trying to first convince them to become followers of the Moon God, and if that didn't work, to try her best to scare them away. But how was she suppose to deal with a clan cat?
She let her eyes flicker around quickly while smelling the cold air the best she could with her nose freezing cold. It didn't seem to be any sort of invasion, just one cat. Still, to be on the safe side, she let her claws unsheathe. "H-Hey! You can't just invade Moonclan territory, especially not with a terrible excuse like that! What clan are you from?" She barked her orders with such a demanding confidence (although laced with a hint of confusion) that it actually sort of impressed herself. Normally she was a nervous wreck with her own clan-mates, but apparently in front of an intruder she could keep herself together pretty well. Maybe it was just the few leftover remnant of her past that hadn't been washed away when she joined her Moonclan.
"I'm from WinterClan, I'm their medicine cat," Mistyveil admitted, "We're low on herbs so I've been searching for some. Don't tell me," She closed her eyes humming as if she was summoning StarClan themselves before flashing her eyes open, "You no longer worship StarClan and don't follow the warrior code so therefore you don't have to allow me to search for herbs on your territory and are allowed to drive me out. Is that right?"
She wasn't psychic, she just knew that SunClan was that way and well, sun and moon seemed similar enough to follow one another. In truth she had been living under a rock for about a few years so her knowledge about any changes to clans was lacking.
What a question. What was worse, she didn't know the answer. Diamondcascade was a loner, so she might as well have been living under the same rock. In all honesty, she didn't know what the Moon God's policy for letting medicine cats wander around on Moonclan territory was, and, even more concerning to her, she didn't know what her leader's policy on that was. The whole 'Starclan' thing was confusing to her too, Moonclan cats didn't mention their old warrior ancestors, for good reason, and so she had no clue what this foreigner was talking about. For all she knew, Starclan was just another clan she'd yet to hear about.
Not even sure how to begin to answer the second question, Diamondcascade felt her fur bristle as she recalled the former. "Of course I'm telling! You're coming with me to see Waste-" She cut her words off mid-sentence, recalling suddenly that their previous leader was no longer the cat that she was going to for authority. Perhaps the mistake shouldn't have shocked her. It did switch did happen so fast, and well- She shook her head, this was no time think over recent matter and the political turbulence of her clans. Certainly not in the presence of an outsider, no less.
"Ugh, anyways, you're coming with me so Ranunculusstar can figure out what to do with you." The warrior settled on that, it was the only thing she knew to do. Besides, a medicine cat was kind of a cat of importance, and she figured that their leader would likely want to know if one of them was running around on their territory.
"Ranunculusstar? What is a Ranuculus? It sounds like mucus? Is it like... Is that a good name or a MoonClan thing?" Mistyveil asked, if she was chosen as a medicine cat by StarClan maybe her words would be a bit more angelic, but she was chosen because literally no one else in her clan knew how to heal. Here she was, trying to gather herbs in this clan that didn't accept medicine cats. Now she was going to see a leader that she wasn't entirely sure if she was supposed to feel threatened about or not. She wasn't even really sure if she should go with them. If she did wind up dying to this Ranunculusstar WinterClan was literally screwed.
"Mm. I don't know if I should go with you, you're a stranger..." Mistyveil said, deciding if she could squeeze her way out of this she would.
She wanted to be mad at Mistyveil, but if she had to be honest, she had no clue what a Ranunculus was either. She couldn't say she had any problem with loners, she was a former loner too, but the she cat who practically waltzed into their clan and had taken over the title of leadership had been... Interesting, to say the least. She was, however, ruffled by the she cat's hesitance to come with her.
"You've invaded our territory. Stranger or not, you don't get a choice." For the first time, the warrior was making a point to be intentionally aggressive, pressing forward a bit with her maw half wrinkling into a defiant snarl. The last thing she needed was a trespasser getting away.
In WinterClan they handled things with their teeth, often beating someone down until they could hear them whimper and then dragged them back to camp. There was never any talking, they were thrown into the prison and never allowed out unless they managed to beat an apprentice in battle. MoonClan did neither of these things so they were probably trustworthy. Or maybe she needed to stop comparing which clans were worth worrying about to her own considering how ruthless WinterClan could be. She thought of asking the she-cat if she would really drag her all the way back to camp, but decided that wouldn't be a good or dignified way of entering the camp. She represented WinterClan, she needed to carry herself with a certain elegance, "Alright, I'll follow you," Mistyveil agreed walking over to Diamondcascade's side.
It was weird, Mistyveil had almost no scent. Perhaps the distant smell of pine, but not much else. The snow made it hard to follow scents and the constant change of wind made it impossible for any scent to stick. Every clan had a distinct smell, but if anything from having wandered around MoonClan for a bit she smelled more like MoonClan than her own clan given its environment.
Admittedly the lack of scent unnerved the warrior, though she tried her best not to show it as she marched the other she cat through their territory. Once more she felt lucky she had started to become more familiar with the landscape of her territory, not too long ago she would have felt as lost in Moonclan land as any random foreigner invader would have been. At least now she knew how to navigate back to camp from pretty much any direction.
It only then occurred to the warrior, sometime near the end of their relatively short walk to camp, that perhaps this was a bad idea. Did this mean a cat from another clan now knew the way to the entrance of their camp? And would Ranunculusstar - who, upon further recollection by the warrior was not even Ranunculusstar yet, as their new leader had yet to formally go through the ceremony to receive her name in leadership - even want to be bothered with meeting this intruder? The new leader was a strange cat for sure, and no one knew exactly what steps to take around her to appease her. Maybe there were no actions that could satisfy her. And the thought of ending up on the rather strange feline that now held the highest amount of power in their clan almost made her lock up. For a moment she reconsidered doing this. Maybe it would have been more sensible to have just sent the she cat off with a warning.
Whatever the best action was to take, however, it was pretty much for certain too late now. The clan entrance, the only small break in a thick outlining of thorny bramble, which now had a recently placed thick layers of rock added to the side as if in some last ditch paranoid effort for safety, was looming ahead. Despite her attempts to keep her confidence, a small shiver shook her frame.
"You step in first. I'll follow after quick to make sure no one will hurt you, but this will make sure you can't slip away while I'm entering." After speaking what probably counted as both a command and an explanation, Diamondcascade stepped to the side, allowing, or rather giving a tacit command, for Mistyveil to enter first.
Everything looked completely different from WinterClan. In her camp there were tiers, the outer ring had one rank, middle ring had more ranks and so on. This was just a simple barrier of thorns and as far as she could tell, no prison so that was a good sign. Plus it looked just like the stories her mother told her about how Forest Clan camps looked. A place that could use actual nature to serve a purpose for them. All WinterClan could do was lump mounds of snow as a barrier to buffer out cold winds. Her ears flattened slightly at the command before scrambling through the entrance and gently strode out into the camp, slow deliberate movements, but made sure to keep her head high. She stepped aside for Diamondcascade to come through.
(You're welcome to injure my character in anyway if that's the sort of reaction your characters would give)
(oh, okay :'o i don't think it will come to that, but thank you for letting me know i have that option c; )
There was quick hush to the camp, as was typical when a complete foreigner had stepped into the one's home. But this time it was different. Not for everyone, of course. Some cats continued with their talking, others left immediately to continue on with their work for the day. Different strokes, different folks. But there seemed a unique sort of unease at the appearance of a foreigner. As if this was deja vu for the vast majority in the camp, and no one seemed particularly pleased by this, except for the one cat towards the front of camp who, at the sight of her just being there, seemed to unease Diamondcascade.
The she cat was noticeable as she was the only cat like her in camp. Moonclan cats, per typical fashion, are moor runners as much as they are forest cats, and in such a variety of body types and fur lengths are common, and the camp, if one bothered to look around, was a reflection of that. Cats ranged from sleek, toned runners across the few long sprawling fields to more bulky, muscular cats meant for hiking through the more dense sections of forest. But the she cat stood out in the fact that she looked like a cat born to live somewhere like Winterclan, or one of the mountain clans, crossing those thick, rocky, mountainous terrain. A large, looming calico who was most certainly tying for the tallest cat in camp, if not the tallest, the large she cat with her (at least for Moonclan standards) thick coat, who seemed to have previously been taking up most of the uneasy attention of camp, had immediately with Mistyveil's and Diamondcascade's entrance locked her eyes on the foreign medicine cat. There was one cat, a pale tabby, who seemed to have been uncomfortably chatting with the calico, but noticing that Diamondcascade and Mistyveil had now taken up the large she cat's attention, the tabby had slipped away with a hesitant, "Anyways, I think you might have business Ranunculusphilosophy, so I'll leave you to it." to which Ranunuculusphilosophy nodded as a cue to let the pale tabby depart, which left the large calico's full attention solely on the pair that had just entered camp.
"Oh? What did you bring in, dear?" The question from Ranunculusphilosophy towards Diamoncascade was, most noticeably, laced with an accent. It was for sure foreign to the clans, even more likely foreign to the surrounding loner area, and had a sort of soft, musical cadence that seemed to not quite fit with the language she was speaking. However, and perhaps even more unnerving, was the patronizing sound to every word she spoke, as if speaking to something less than a child. It didn't seem particularly aimed at Diamondcascade, and, instead, seemed to just be the air around the she cat. It was pretty easy to tell she talked to everyone that way.
At the question Diamondcascade flinched and broke eye contact with Ranunuculusphilosophy to glance back at Mistyveil, a look that was nervous, and almost pitying the medicine cat as much as she was pitying herself. The situation had caught her off guard. It was notable that their new leader had not, and had never, spent much time socializing around the center of camp, and to see her there, sitting in camp almost as if she'd been just waiting, planning for this to happen, shook her a bit. However, after a heartbeat of hesitation, and it becoming very clear that the uncomfortable and rather foreboding silence would continue until an answer was give, Diamondcascade managed to find her voice. " I found a Winterclan cat intruding on our border and-"
"A Winterclan cat?" There was a perk of interest as Ranunculusphilosophy cut Diamondcascade off, and it was clear that Ranunculusphilosophy had completely lost interest in her warrior and all her undivided attention was now turned toward Mistyveil. "And what's its name?" Despite the odd phrasing of the question, the way the new leader's eyes completely turned towards the medicine cat made it clear it was Mistyveil's turn to answer. As if to confirm this further, she smiled, a sort of teasing and yet gentle smile, before adding on, "Ah, and don't be shy love, I'm ecstatic to meet our neighbors so soon." It was hard to tell how serious that comment was, there was an eerie sort of ambiguity to her words that could have been as incredibly sarcastic as it could have been honestly enthralled.
Mistyveil noticed that most cats looked the same, it was the same in WinterClan. So many leaders had quite literally committed genocide to ensure the purity of WinterClan's veins, even their blood had to be white as snow, pure Winter, nothing short of it. They had to have long fur, dismal ashen pelts, and the bad attitude of a hardened warrior. Her fur was long and like a mane along her neck. In the wind it gave her a mythical appearance. Most cats that looked different weren't even allowed to mate, not unless they mated with someone short furred or weird colored like them. In Leatherstar's leadership it was safe to, but who knows what the next leader may do. Perhaps MoonClan had their fair share of genocides too.
The way this leader talked was pleasing to the ear, it tickled her senses, it was disarming to her, "My name is Mistyveil, I'm a medicine cat."