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Rosepaw was in a better mood today than she'd been the day before. She hated to admit it to herself, but the less Orchidpaw bothered her, the happier she was. It sounded horribly petty- she did love her sister, but she needed her space right now. Part of her felt that she owed it to Orchidpaw to try to re-establish their bond, mostly due to the scar on Orchidpaw's face that had been earned in protection of Rosepaw. But she couldn't work through her feelings of envy and resentment when her prodigy sister was constantly seeking her out and asking her how she was feeling.
Along the border with Winterclan- she'd wandered all the way out to the Gathering Place, still ignorant of clan smells and borders- she stopped and sighed. Rosepaw knew she was being bitter and mean to her sister, but that was not something she knew how to fix, and her incapability served only to further her frustration. Shaking off her bad mood- Rosepaw's tempers never lasted long, but they were fierce- she moved on, then came to a sudden stop, surprised to find another apprentice just across the border, watching her.
"Hello!" The pretty gray and cream colored she-cat said, a smile cresting her features. "Sorry for getting so close- I don't think I'm on your territory though. Which is this- Fallclan?"
Her foster mother's words rang in her ears as if it were yesterday.
Another thing you will begin to learn is that you'll never be worth anything more than the burden of a sin that this clan must carry. That means if WinterClan is low on prey you won't be considered, you'll need to learn to steal prey, forage for plants, or eat the dirt to live.
It was maybe the one useful piece of advice that Dottymask gave her demon child. She always had to pick up the scraps as a kitten, and eat the meat of raw bone. It was barely existence at all. Being an apprentice made it far worse. She no longer had the few cats who pitied the starving kitten. She was on her own. Her paws carried her through the melted snow down towards SummerClan territory. The ground near the gathering place was still soft enough to dig through while still being cold enough to preserve prey. She walked along the edge of the territory until she came to a rather large evergreen tree. The silver-grey tabby dug at its roots and pulled up a rabbit. As she pulled it out the glare of several gemstones blinded her, and she hissed. She had stolen them from the camp, and had not figured out how to use them quite yet. But it was a work in progress.
She sighed and took a bite out of the rabbit. Still fresh. And it still had meat on its bones. The flavors distracted the she-cat from listening carefully to her surroundings, but a flash of movement caught her eye. She looked up from her rabbit to meet Rosepaw's gaze. She listened for the sound of other warriors for a moment before speaking herself. "WinterClan. Just do yourself a favor and get out of here."
"Winterclan," Rosepaw repeated with a nod, ignoring the advice. "Are you guys hostile? I'm still learning about the other clans. I'm new to Summerclan." She sat, draping her fluffy tail over her feet, apparently comfortable in the fact she was in neutral territory and unhindered by the other apprentice's laconic nature.
Frankly, she didn't want to go home yet, back to where she was known and overlooked. She'd rather sit here and talk to this stranger, who didn't know her as Orchidpaw's sister. Here, she could be mysterious and make an acquaintance who didn't know her past, who didn't see her in the limited way everyone else did.
Are you guys hostile? Hmpf. She really was new around here. The silver-gray tabby's reptilian green eyes narrowed and she stepped fully into view. "Yeah, I'd say so. You wouldn't survive here. You and that short fur would freeze to death on the first night." At possibly the warmest point in their territory, frost still caked the grass every morning. Even heat of summer, WinterClan's rugged home still boasted inches of snow on the ground. To Soullesspaw, it was the only mountain Clan. The others lived around it, but she and her sibling lived in its harshest environment. It was one of the few points of pride she had for her Clan.
Though clearly young, she walked as if she had seen the worst the world had to offer. And she had. Her brain told her to go back into the safe hell of WinterClan. Who knows what they would do to her if she talked to this kit. For speaking out of turn, she had to eat her words. She had to eat dirt. For any small infraction, she was beaten. Scars ran up and down the she-cat's body at odd angles and depths, and in places that were difficult to reach in combat. They were simply everywhere.
"It's just my summer coat," Rosepaw rolled her eyes, looking down at her medium length fur. "It grows in thicker in the winter. You guys must like the cold, then? It's gotta be freezing up there." Her eyes traveled up the mountain to its snow covered peak, assessing it thoughtfully.
This she-cat wasn't exactly hostile like she claimed to be- more standoffish than anything else. Rosepaw suspected she was overexaggerating about her own personality, but the clan seemed harsh enough- the scars on her body were unsettling, and Rosepaw tried to avoid looking at them. They reminded her of her sister's facial scar, which she was trying to avoid thinking about. "Are you allowed to talk to outsiders?"
"Yeah well, this is my summer coat too, and it's still much longer than yours, shorty." She hadn't lived through a full winter up in the mountains yet, but she could only guess how cold it would become. She had heard stories of cats return from patrol with icicles on their whiskers. It could only be worse than that.
Because she was demon in the eyes of Wintrystar, her mentors were specifically instructed to not teach them combat. She and her siblings were to hunt for the Clan from sunrise to sunset without rest, and then dig up the scraps of the clan's meal to eat for themselves. The only reason she hadn't moved was because she couldn't fight, but she also couldn't clearly just ignore the problem. "No. That's why I'm telling you to leave. These battle scars didn't just make themselves." A lie, simple and sweet.
Rosepaw bit back the urge to giggle at the insult, watching this interesting she-cat as she swaggered and boasted of her battle wounds. "How'd your enemies get all over your body?" She asked skeptically, eyeing the scars after a moment of hesitation. "You must be a bad fighter, if they were able to give you that many wounds."
Still, even if this apprentice could barely fight, she'd still beat Rosepaw, who couldn't lift a paw to save her own life. It was better to avoid any potential conflict, so Rosepaw hung back from the border, even as her curiosity made her ask probing questions.
She bit her tongue. How did she get all these battle scars? She got them from beating after beating as a kit, for speaking out of turn, for looking at a warrior the wrong way, for any bad weather. "We practice with claws here. The more you fight, the more scars you get. Simple." Another lie. Short and sweet. "I have a bunch, so you should leave before my mood changes." She was no liar. Her eyes betrayed all sorts of emotions she never spoke. Fear coursed through them, followed by nervousness. She almost wished one of her tormentors would show up and end this confrontation right now. "I mean it." She took a few steps forward, and her legs started shaking. Whether it was from starvation or anxiety she did not know.
Part of Rosepaw's mind was flooded with curiosity and sympathy for this stranger, who spoke such aggressive words but was shaking as she spoke. "I don't want to fight you," she said, in a quieter tone, hoping to soothe the she-cat. "I want to know more about where you come from. Maybe we could find a piece of prey to share? I can tell you about Summerclan."
Polar opposites, their two clans. It would be interesting to make a friend from a new place. Though Rosepaw hoped that Soullesspaw knew how to hunt, since she did not. "I'm Rosepaw, by the way."
She stopped. She wanted to eat, but she couldn't imagine the punishment if she got caught sharing her meal with the SummerClan cat. Her eyes drifted back to where she just hid her prey. Primal need always won out over the fear of getting beaten. She slowly nodded and turned around, and went back into the bushes.
A moment later she returned with her rabbit. She took another bite out of it, then tossed it over to Rosepaw. "Here. Have a bite."
Rosepaw was surprised, pleasantly, when the other she-cat accepted her offer. And thank the gods, she had a piece of prey ready already. The soft-furred apprentice leaned down to take a bite, noting Soullesspaw's skinny frame and purposefully taking a small bite before nudging it back to the other she-cat.
"What's your name?" She prompted as the other she-cat took a bite. "Don't worry- I won't tell anyone I met you here today. It'd probably get me in trouble anyway. I still struggle with the whole warrior code thing sometimes."
Rosepaw didn't have to take a small bite. If Soullesspaw thought she was taking too much, she would have just taken it from her. Her eyes were trained on the rabbit the entire time it was in the other apprentice's paws. Resources were scarce enough in WinterClan, and she already had to justify sharing what little she could steal.
Unlike her, Soullesspaw ripped a hearty chunk out of the rabbit in one bite, and swallowed it before her next heartbeat. "I hope you wouldn't. I'm Soullesspaw. And you are?"
Rosepaw once again wondered what kind of life Soullesspaw lived in Winterclan, where she was so underfed and food-oriented. Summerclan seemed like a paradise in comparison. She watched the other apprentice eat, feeling bad that she was taking any of the food at all when there was a hefty prey pile back at camp.
"Rosepaw," she responded to the other's question. "And I might. I'm new to the clan, kind of, so I forget some of the rules sometimes." That, or she consciously chose not to follow them since they didn't make sense to her. "Do you guys have a lot of rules?"
Before answering her, the she-cat took another large chunk of the rabbit in a single bite. Again, it was gone before she had time to properly chew it. Then she broke down into some sort of sick laugh. Did they have rules? Oh this would be great!
"Well, it depends who you are. If you're a pureblooded WinterClan-born cat, then you can do anything you want. You can take prey whenever you want, all your clan-mates respect you, and Wintrystar holds you above everyone else. If not, then you have to listen to whatever the purebloods have to say. If you're like me, then it's just hell."
Rosepaw listened in wide-eyed surprise as Soullesspaw spoke about the social order in her clan. Summerclan was a literal paradise compared to that. "That's terrible," she said emphatically. "And so screwed up. Why would anyone choose to live like that? Why don't you leave?" The questions were faintly rude but the tone was empathetic and genuinely curious. "I'm sure other clans would welcome you."
The rudeness didn't bother Soullesspaw. Every cat in WinterClan was worse to her, so if anything Rosepaw's comments came off as more polite than she was used to. "Well, I want to, but I can't. If I leave, then WinterClan will hunt me down and go to war to get me back." It hadn't happened to either her or her siblings, but her foster mother warned her what would happen. "As much as I hate it, I don't want to ruin anyone else's Clan."
Rosepaw's expression flickered between disbelief and curiosity, watching as Soullesspaw finished the last of the mouse. "Really?" She asked incredulously. "I haven't heard of anything like that happening. Is that common in Winterclan?" It seemed more like a ploy to keep their punching bag around, and Rosepaw was almost offended on Soullesspaw's behalf.
"Besides, if you come to Summerclan or a similar clan, they'd protect you. You wouldn't ruin their clan- they would treat you much more nicely, and you could feel truly at home."
She knew this horrid reality sounded too far fetched and extreme for any outsider to truly understand. "Well, no. It's not. Me and my siblings get special treatment, and yeah. If we leave, we bring war." She tossed the prey's carcass to the side. "No Clan really wants any of that, they'd hand us back in heartbeat." She couldn't believe in a world where another Clan would take the her safety as seriously as any other cat. "I'm sure SummerClan is all prey, sunshine, and rainbows for you, but I'd ruin that, and your leader would just send me back."
