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"Reality is what makes you strong. Believing in elder's tales is what gets you hurt. You gotta be ready to take on the world, not live your life in a fantasy." As Nightmarepaw spoke, she circled around, checking out all the bones and kicking up a few to watch it tumble across the dirt. She secretly wished she had someone to tell her stories but because she didn't, she felt she needed to prove that she was just as good as he was, if not better. "I can't imagine how any of that could be healthy. We are cats and there are far more dangerous real creatures out there that want to eat us. If a warrior wants to tell me a technique they used to take on a badger, I'm all ears but if a mother, father, or elder wants to tell me impossible stories to feed to my delusions, I'm out."
"Hurt?" He echoed the sentiment, though his eyes scoured across her and then the golden depths lifted to consider the skull's empty sockets staring right back at him. But it was not ivory he saw-- in its place, he envisioned variegated scales imbued by every color across the spectrum, with bright eyes and long fangs. "My real life hurts more than any story I could be told that turns out not to be true. So if I can get an escape from that, I'm all for it." He didn't expect her to understand; their points of view on the subject were vastly different, the two of them standing on either sides of a line in the sand.
The glossy black she-cat turned to look at Crowpaw, a look of sympathy and guilt gleaming in her sapphire blue eyes. "I-Im sorry...I dont know what you went through but I know that look all too well." Her gaze lowered to her paws and she scuffed the dirt.
Crowpaw winced at the look cast in his direction, the blue in her eyes a sea of pity. "Imagine you're just a kit. You have your mother and your siblings and all you do is play from when the sun comes up and until it goes down again. Sometimes your ma takes you out to the desert where you learn about danger and how to avoid it, or you learn to hunt scorpions and use their own venom to kill them. That's your whole life-- and then one day, ma takes you and leaves you with a cat she says is your father and that it's going to be home from now on. But the cats there... they don't like you and you don't know why. Your siblings adjust fine, but not you. And you learn about the legends and what the clan believes, and you learn that they hate you for a name you didn't even give yourself. I never had a chance here, Nightmarepaw."
"I'm sorry..." She repeated, unsure of what she could say that would make him feel better. "It looks like you and I are one of the same. I don't usually do back stories but...I suppose since you trusted me enough to share yours, I don't think it would do much harm if you knew mine. I guess I have somewhat of an advantage. You knew your mother and then she abandoned you. I didn't know mine when she abandoned me and my sister. We were found on the edge of Sunclan territory and Autumngossamer and Bloodystar found us. Bloodystar took us in and cared for us and Autumngossamer helped whenever she could but we weren't a real family. My sister and I look after ourselves. Many of our clan mates don't trust us because we were randomly brought into the clan..." She sighed and looked back at Crowpaw. "C-can I tell you a secret?..."
He wanted to make a feeble joke, an attempt at lightening the mood, something to the effect of 'Do I have any friends to tell a secret to?' but it felt sorely misplaced so he swallowed it down. "Of course," he murmured instead, "You can trust me." Crowpaw meant it; though his loyalties were spread pretty thin these days, anyone who he did consider close to him had his wholehearted allegiance.
She took a breath and nodded. "Don't tell anyone but...I'm...Im an elemental..." She didn't want to face him with the fear that he would freak out and flee or see the expression change in his face. Elementals weren't always accepted. There were many in Sunclan but some still found the Elementals untrustworthy and she didn't want everyone to know. It would put her and her sister in danger, especially if everyone knew what her sister could actually do. Both of them could be easily used for bad if they were taken into the wrong paws. She dared herself to look at Crowpaw, curious as to what his reaction would be.
Her words and the way she said them suggested a sobering gravity, lost on Crowpaw. In truth he hadn't experienced anything relating to abilities beyond the mortal realm, whether in his own abilities or someone else's, but it appeared to concern his friend greatly. "Elemental.... so, you have like..powers? I don't know much about it. What can you do?" If he was fazed he didn't show it, his face reflecting only curiosity back at her.
She began to relax slightly when he took interest in her ability rather than being afraid of it. She hesitated on her answer, however. It was dangerous if anyone knew of her ability for they could use it for evil or destroy her in her weakest moment. Though, there was something about Crowpaw that made her feel like she could trust him. "Well...I have astral projection. I can separate myself from my body and walk among the universe and in the dream realm." She admitted, hoping she didn't sound crazy. "That's why my sister and I were abandoned..."
He absorbed this information quietly, processing it, and allowed his eyes to wander back to the skull looming above them. Empty sockets looked back and for a moment, he thought it might have been listening too, the only other soul to bear Nightmarepaw's secret. "So," he began finally, glimpsing back at her, "if you see someone in their dreams, would that make you the girl of their dreams?" His voice rang with a melodic humor, the ebony feline stifling a snicker.
Her next statement had him swiftly recomposing himself. "Do you know why it would make your parents abandon you? That's a strange reason." Though, his mother had left he and his siblings behind for less, opting to leave them in Ghostcrown's care for no explanation other than to be trained as SunClan warriors.
Nightmarepaw couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips. Crowpaw was funny and he made her feel better but her smile didn't last long for it faded as he brought up their abandonment again. "I assume they found out I was an elemental and were either skeptical or they really just didn't care." She responded, letting out a sigh. "I don't actually know if that's the reason but that's the only thing I could think of that would make them not want me."
"Good riddance then, right? Parents that are that shallow are no parents at all," he reassured her, bumping his shoulder to hers. He could see that her spirits were beginning to darken at the topic of conversation, so, thinking fast, he opted for something new. "C'mon, let's see if we can find anything else out here. Maybe we'll see some ghosts."
And with that, he slipped away and disappeared beyond the skull, the keeper of their secrets.
She smiled when he nudged her and brightened back up at his suggestion to find something else. She followed him behind the skull with a spring in her step, feeling better than she had in a long time. She finally had a friend.
this seems like a good place to stop so imma do a lil time skippy c: past the events of the plot thread and after his injury
Everything was different now. His fur was still singed and stank of smoke, his leg had healed besides the limp, and SunClan now took refuse in MoonClan territory, which felt strange and wrong. He had just begun to learn to navigate his own homelands with his handicap, yet here they were and here he was, hobbling around trees that smelled funny and tripping over holes that weren't supposed to be there. All because of Bloodystar and lightning and fire and stupid Jetfire and Ghostcrown--
He'd seen his father again. For all the time he spent longing for that day, he had anticipated their reunion to be happier. He certainly didn't expect his father to return to the clan to save the very she-cat who damned him to exile-- her, not his children. Not his son. Not Crowpaw. Ghostcrown had blazed in with a cause and left with fire on his heels, Jetfire on his back, and Crowpaw's sister tagging along behind. His family was even more splintered now than ever before, and oh, how he hated it.
The only one he could count on now was himself-- and maybe Nightmarepaw, who he'd been deeply relieved had escaped the fires with him. He searched for her now, eying for that night-black pelt and pretty blue eyes.
Nightmarepaw hadn't been herself since the fire. She had been quiet, avoiding anyone and everyone, a look of anger with a mixture of despair written on her elegant face. On her shoulder was a bare spot with a few nasty boils looking as if they will burst any day. The fur around it was clumped from the poultice the medicine cats had put on it. The nasty burn a horrible reminder of the day she found out the truth. Who her mother was, why she abandoned her, and why Autumn and Bloodystar had kept it from her for so long. On top of that, she lost the only family she ever knew. Autumn and Bloodystar had taken her and her sister in and loved them. Then, Bloodystar had attempted to kill the only cat to have ever want her. She felt betrayed by Bloodystar, she felt betrayed by her own mother. Her world had come crashing down around her and there was no way she could have kept it from happening.
Nightmarepaw was sitting in the shadows of the Moonclan camp, feeling nauseous from the previous events and the reeking smell of Moonclan cats. The territory was unfamiliar but at the same time, quite soothing in a weird way. As if she was just a step closer to being home, which she recently found out was in Nightclan. Perhaps that is why she felt more comfortable at night and found Moonclan a little more bearable to handle than the rest of her clan mates. She looked up when she saw Crowpaw but immediately looked away. She wasn't interested in his optimistic advice. She wanted to be left alone with her thoughts and plan her revenge.
He was happy to spy her lurking in the shadows among the fringes of camp and swiftly made a beeline towards her. But as he approached her, she glanced away, expression mostly unreadable though it was definitely unpleasant, to which Crowpaw grimaced. Had he done something? She'd never looked away from him like that before. They kept each other's secrets, leaned on each other for support; but what had changed? "Nightmarepaw," he greeted with a note of apprehension married into his tone. It was the only emotion he could pin without allowing hurt to bleed in. "Are you okay?" It felt like a joke asking that-- nothing felt okay anymore.
"Take a lucky guess." She mumbled, a hint of hostility, still avoiding his gaze. It wasn't anything Crowpaw did, she still cared about him but she was too hung up over the previous day when her mother purposely left her for dead and knocked down their only escape. They were fortunate that Autumn and Alabastor was there and able to save them. The hurt and anger she felt inside only festered and made her feel more and more bitter.
"I don't know, Nightmarepaw. I- A lot happened yesterday. I'm sorry I wasn't there for whatever happened, but I'm here now." He took a tentative seat next to her, dark tail sweeping across his paws. He did not risk closing the distance with a touch, but he would offer his presence as a source of comfort if she wanted. Otherwise, he would certainly leave if that's what she desired.
"The way she looked at me..." She whispered, clearly fighting back the urge to crack. "A-and she tried to kill Angelicpaw and make it look like an accident..." She dug her claws into the ground and began ripping up the grass underneath.
