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Shamrocksavior didn't mean to end up at the door of a two-leg. He'd been wandering for a few hours, as he spent most of his days doing, and it just sort of ... happened. He'd wandered up to the door out of curiosity, there was a planter of catnip on the windowsill and he couldn't help but want to take a peek. After all, what if Firetooth could use some? It had been while he was sniffing the herbs that he had been snatched. Lifted right off of his feet and brought into the house.
That was six days ago.
Maybe if he would have immediately tried to get out, Shamrocksavior wouldn't have padded up to the SwiftClan home with his shoulders slumped in embarrassment. He had sort of ... liked it. It was safe in the house, the two-leg wasn't ... that annoying. The food was pretty good, especially because it was served to him like a king. That had been part of the reason that he had stayed so long. There was a part of him that wanted a simpler life. He was chronically unlucky, and he was mostly just tired. But, he had a clan to take care of, right? He was half sure they wouldn't care, but he hadn't really felt out Beestar, so he wasn't quite sure. He guessed that was why he was coming back, a curiosity to see what the reprecussions of taking an extended vacation in kittypet world.
prompt : break the warrior code rule broken : 15) a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet
Beestripe's ears perked up as he noticed his clanmate. He was excited to get his leader name, but he still needed to get his lives first. The new leader bounded over to Shamrocksavior. He hadn't noticed the missing clanmate in the hustle and bustle of moving and his disappearance after losing Mothkit.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, happy to see a familiar face after he'd just met a new clanmate. "How are you feeling about everything?"
Out of all cats that the tom could have come across, it was probably unfortunate that he came across Beestripe first. After all, the tom was one of the few cats who had authority over him, and probably one of the only cats whose opinion mattered. And that was even before he knew that the tom was now the leader, since he had coincidentally gone MIA just before Chim's big announcement. His bad luck struck again.
"Doin' alright," he meowed, trying to hide any pending anxiety from his voice. Just act ~*natural*~, Sham. That was easier thought than done, though, as he was generally probably a little bit awkward in the first place. "More importantly, how are you holding up?" A standard question for a deputy whose clan just recently adjusted to a forest with a whole different set of clans than the ones that they were used to. At least he'd been around for that.
"I'm doing as well as I can be!" Beestripe beamed at his clanmate, having a seat. He wasn't picking up on Shamrocksavior's anxiety yet, too distracted by his own thoughts.
"Please, come to me if you feel like you're struggling. You say you're alright, but we will be moving again soon. I am afraid this will take a toll on the clan." @ian
When the tom said he was doing well, Shamrocksavior smiled a genuine smile, one despite his looming anxiety. "That's good to hear, Beestripe! I feel like many of us are just doing the best we can." He then paused to let the other feline continue talking, his head tilted to the side slightly as Beestripe spoke.
"Traveling can make cats weary," the tom agreed. It wasn't that he didn't like the transient flow of the group that he was in, although a part of him craved the structure of staying in one spot his entire life. "But, we knew what we signed up for when we joined, right?" He had to repeatedly tell himself that as he made his own treck back to their temporary camp. He had signed up for SwiftClan and all of its joys and struggles the day he arrived. "We will all be fine once we transition to a different space though, no? We always are."
"I appreciate your words." Beestripe breathed in and out in relief. But when he did, he caught a scent he had not recognized earlier. If it had been stale, he wouldn't have commented. But since it was fresh, he felt curious.
"Shamrocksavior, how long have you been with SwiftClan?"
Shamrocksavior tried not to visibly wince at the question, and for the most part he was successful. However, if you had been watching him closely, you might have seen the slight twitch of his body. "It's been a few moons now, but to be honest, I got lost outside of where we are staying. You know how it is, a wanderer has to see the whole world, and I managed to end up not exactly where I intended to be, so if you smell anything weird, that's probably it." He was babbling at a rapid pace, and he knew that, but he didn't quite know how to calm himself enough to speak at a pace that most cats would appreciate.
Shamrocksavior touched the tom's shoulder with his tail briefly in a comforting gesture, offering the tom a small smile. "Things do seem off here," he agreed with a slight nod. He had only been with SwiftClan briefly before they moved, but in the few moons that he was there, he had come to appreciate the unique smells of the territory. This was different, and it made him feel even more distant from whatever it was he considered home than he usually did. "But, there's a bright side," he then mewed after a beat of silence, his voice suddenly much cheerier. "We're going back soon, yeah?"
Beestripe brightened up, leaning into his clanmate's tail touch. "We are. I'll be sending out the scouts soon to find us somewhere new to live. Somewhere closer to where home used to be."
Shamrocksavior nodded enthuisiastically. "See, soon enough we'll be back," he meowed encouragingly. "But, until then, when I got lost, I found a little place that reminded me of where we once were. It's a bit of a hike, but I'd love to show you if you want a little glimpse of home before we leave."
"That would be wonderful," he meowed to the tom, a smile on his face. "Anything I was doing was... much less important than helping a fellow SwiftClan cat feel a little better about their day!" He was named Shamrocksavior for a reason; he wanted to make everyone feel okay. "It's this way," he meowed, before taking off into the trees.
They walked along for a bit, Shamrocksavior retracing the steps that he had taken on his walk there this morning. Soon enough, they reached a small waterfall. It was not too far from the house that the tom had spent the last few days at, but Shamrocksavior hoped that the tom wouldn't notice that his scent would trail off in the direction of a cabin in the woods.
"It's not quite the same, but the water is familiar."
