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Tigerlily hadn't even had to make a scene to get what she wanted, the healer was hers to bring back to DayClan like a trophy. Unfortunately the deal was that they had to bring the broken legged girl with too. Shaman Creek had good status as Funk E'tans son, a sharp healer, a very young one at that, one who could work alongside the current medicine cat council. But then there was Loelia-kun, a dry skinned, nobody with wiry black fur when there was any. The she-cat was paralyzed from the back legs, which meant she could only drag herself. The whiny little whelp had tried to protest about dignity, like she had any, wanting to walk into camp on her own two legs, but Tigerlily refused, carrying her into camp herself.
Loelia-kun's back legs swung limply across Tigerlily's back. Last time when Creek and her made the trek to DayClan she had been able to walk around freely without being babied. Having to be carried into camp by an Immoral Council member took away her pride in being able to walk independently. Not to mention being used as a prop to show off how kind Tigerlily was carrying in the "disabled" girl. Her rare purple eyes peered out into the camp wondering who might be watching.
Tigerlily stopped in front of the wisteria tree where Goldenstar was, a smile presented on her lips. "Goldenstar, I went to Primal Instinct and you'll never guess who Funk E'tan gave to us, his shaman son, Creek," Tigerlily purred, "I was hoping you could name him and-" She gently placed Loelia-kun down, "perhaps her too. She um... Helps Creek out a bit." She said, not entirely understanding the relationship between Creek and Loelia-kun.
Loelia-kun returned to Creek's side immediately after being placed onto the ground. "I have a name and it's Loelia," She said, not that she wasn't interested in getting a new name, but simply annoyed that Creek was introduced, but not her.
Creek didn't know why Funk had decided to give him and Loelia away like this. These days DayClan had quite the collection of healers while the League was short of them. But he was always one to go with the flow and, besides, DayClan was a much more peaceful place than the League. It was basically Florida of the Forest where everyone went to retire when they got old. It was easy to understand why. DayClan was a beautiful, lush place, even with leaf-bare right around the corner the breeze was warm and the plants flourishing. He would do well here, but Loelia would shine, he just knew it. For her sake, this didn't seem like such a bad gig.
"It's common for cats with 'rogue' names such as ourselves to take new names when joining a Clan. Even Funk goes by Cardinalsin when he is here," Creek explained to Loelia, pretty much ignoring Goldenstar and Tigerlily for now, "It's a way to make your transition from lawless stray to proper Clan cat easier. You'll have a name same as them as well as a brand new identity. SunClan in particular mastered the game. You see, renaming cats it is a classic cult tactic, as the first step in indoctrination is cutting all of your past ties, and what tie is stronger than your own name? Once you have a blank slate it's easy to write what you want on it. Course, I don't expect DayClan to do anything like that."
Creek turned his attention to Goldenstar next, his head slightly tilted. If this was a Pokémon game, he would look just like the shiny version of Funk himself. Rather large but slim, sleek-furred and handsome, where Funk was auburn Creek was brown, eyes blue versus his father's green, but the two had the same face. Creek however seemed very mellow, so mellow in fact that he let Tigerlily carry Loelia around like a rag-doll when he knew she was mortified, "Goldenstar, huh? I have to say, that election was very entertaining as an outsider looking in. I never really had a relationship with Glowstar but, from what I know of her, I'm sure she would have loved it."
Post by strawberrycupid on Nov 30, 2020 15:33:08 GMT -5
Cardinalsin wasn't there. He was off doing his own things. When Tigerlily showed up, he really just wanted her out of there. It sounded like way too much work to argue. And he didn't feel like dealing with Nightclan if the princess bad mouthed him or whatever. The League was low on healers, but as long as they had Funk, he figured it'd be all right. In his own mind, Funk was a better healer than everyone else combined. And he still had Tempest and even Misty Rose if things went really south. Besides, with the way things were going, there was no way he could justify keeping Loelia there. She was never a bad cat, just one that couldn't provide what the League needed. The situation was starting to get desperate to where he toyed with a death berry between his toes. The pair were a 2 for 1 deal. Funk wouldn't have let Creek go if Tigerlily didn't take Loelia with her as well.
"Why would he do that though?" Goldenstar muttered to herself, looking over the two suddenly in her care. She never understood the Nemesis' reasonings, especially since Dayclan had plenty of healers and not as much fighting as the League. Still, she wasn't one to turn them away. Her gaze darkened as Creek casually mentioned the election, the light leaving her eyes as she stared at Creek hollowly. It was only for a moment as she snapped out of it and purred, "Well, I will name you if you'd like. But I also don't mind if you wanna stick with your original names." She spoke so motherly, but she really didn't want to be this buddy buddy with the League. The smell of blood lingered on her mind.
"Oh I mean, I wouldn't mind that," Loelia-kun said, after all if Funk even went by a warrior name then it didn't sound so bad. Her own name was all she had left of her mother, but she also had mixed feelings for her. Xuxa was a victim, but she had a darkness she couldn't quite seem to escape. She wasn't sure if Xuxa had it coming when Dusky killed her or if Xuxa was really the victim, but her mother seemed to be someone whose worst enemy was herself. She didn't want to grow up to be like her so maybe losing the name was the best for a fresh start. That was until Creek continued speaking, she felt dizzy at the thought of everyone viewing them as lawless strays meant to be built up into proper clan cats.
She didn't go back on her prior statement, but her expression was much more subdued from whatever original enthusiasm she had. She really considered league home, she liked helping Creek out in the Shaman den and seeing Funk E'tan. Clan life already seemed much more structured and judgmental, but she also wasn't going to go anywhere without Creek. They were a team or at least she felt they were. Plus maybe her new name would be even better than Loelia.
(I want her name to be Flutteringpaw/ fawn. She's younger than Creek so that's why I want her to be an apprentice)
Post by strawberrycupid on Dec 7, 2020 14:02:01 GMT -5
"Okay, let me think." Goldenstar looked over Loelia-kun. She didn't want to make the same mistake she did with Fairytalehunt and Fallingleaves. Her coat was thinning, the fur remaining seemed to fluff out like feathers. And she had these pretty blue, almost purpley eyes like the sun setting sky. "Let's see... you're about apprentice age. So how about, Flutteringpaw?" Though she held back the fact she could tell the moment she heard Loelia's name. It was better if her past in Primal Instinct was forgotten about.
"Okay, Flutteringpaw it is," She agreed, testing out the way the name sounded on her own tongue. She still worried about what Creek said, should they be ashamed of living in the league? She had been far too young when she left the Regime to ever hear about any of the awful tale about Primal Instinct. She never even considered them a rebellious or violent group. Not when she spent all of her time in the shamans den, unable to really explore long distances such as around the mansion without scraping up her legs from dragging them.
"That's a cute name. It suits you," Creek said to Flutteringpaw, giving her a brief smile. He had planned on keeping his 'rogue' name despite the little speech he had given but he didn't want to single Flutteringpaw out, "Goldenstar did a good job with your name, but do you think you could pick mine? Anything will do, I'm not picky."
