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How long ago was it now that he had killed Fabledpaw with his own paws? Was it a moon ago? Over a moon ago? He wasn't sure anymore. The days had been blending together, he barely knew when another one had passed. All that he knew for sure was that she was finally dead, although he didn't remember exactly how it happened. And the fact that he had been separated from the rest of the clan, thrown into a cave on his own with guards outside. Occasionally, he was allowed to wander outside, so long as his guards could see him.
He barely even knew his own name anymore. Firenettle had been stripped from him, just as soon as he had earned the name it seemed. Now, he had been cursed to carry a new name: Fabledashes. How he hated it. Why had Hystericstar thought to burden him with the name of the one he despised? The only thing worse than his imprisonment was this cursed name.
The sun was high in the sky, and Fabledashes had to narrow his green eyes. The brightness hurt, the warmth on his fur reminiscent of the fire all those moons ago. It felt like a long time since he last felt the sun, and he had half a mind to go back into his prison. But he wanted his slight freedom, even if it was brief and in the sunlight. "Isn't there anywhere around here with some shade?" he asked, turning his burnt side of his face to look at his guards.
"Yeah, back in your cell. Glad to throw you back in there if that's what you want." Cinderstrike had been lounging nearby, eyes slitted, shade dappling his languid form, but he was acutely aware of every move Fabledashes made, every sound that told him where the tom was. He itched to beat the filthy vermin down into the dirt underpaw, and almost did, but figured the punishment outweighed the benefits of that outcome. He wasn't sure why Hystericstar even pardoned Fabledashes' crimes instead of sentencing him to a similar fate, but perhaps that was why Hystericstar was leader, not Cinderstrike. Perhaps there were more intricacies to governing a clan than he realized.
The murder in question had happened before Cinderstrike found himself in FallClan. In fact, the only reason he even knew about it was because he was approached about guarding the cave in place of the regulars. Whether or not it was true was something he couldn't decide for himself, but the silver tabby was always looking for a fight and a clan-wide hated murderer was a good target. "Should have thought about how nice it is to do as you please before you decided to become a killer."
Of course, why should he have ever expected help from anyone else? It seemed there was only one cat that Fabledashes could even rely on anymore, though when was the last time he had actually relied on anyone other than himself? The ginger tom could only roll his eyes at the response of his guard. "It's not like I asked you to personally go move the sun for me," he muttered, just loud enough that Cinderstrike could hear. Whatever, he would just have to find something on his own.
With a near-silent sigh, he stood, stretching his limbs slowly. With how much time he had spent doing nothing inside of his cave, his muscles had suffered. It almost hurt to move now, and he had half a mind to just start doing some laps. But no, with how grumpy his guard already was, he doubted that him doing any sort of exercise would go over well. Didn't mean that he was still tempted to, if only to push Cinderstrike a little, but he probably shouldn't start with laps. He would need something more simple. Maybe there was a tree around that he could try to climb? Or even just stretch on?
The thought of a tree brought him back to his original complaint: it was far too hot out. Wasn't it almost leafbare? Or had he entirely missed the season? Maybe the lack of sun was making him think it was much warmer than it actually was. Shaking the thought out of his head, he brought his gaze back around the area. Yes, there was a single tree that should be close enough to his cave that he would be allowed to lay under it. With a single, defiant, glance at Cinderstrike, Fabledashes made his way to it.
