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She had rehearsed the words for the entire journey. It had gone over several incantations, the first being Hey, Ratstar, we're basically in laws, so I figured we should probably meet. Tact wasn't something that the young leader was good at, but she knew she had to try. Her paws itched with anxiety. This was the first real act as leader that she had taken, and it was certainly an important one, one that had the potential to radically change the dynamic between the two groups. It had been startling news to her, that one of her Loyal Guard had found his way into a relationship with the SummerClan deputy. It had at first been incredibly unsettling news; Aspenstar was notoriously wary of outsiders. That was mostly due to her own positionality, as in her mind, she was the only sane leader of the ForestClans. The idea of one of her most trusted, the leader that she had succeeded, had become entranced by the SummerClan beauty defied all logic and instinct of self-preservation. Over the course of the following week, though, she had given herself time to think. She had to fight the instinct to immediately run to Ratstar and demand a cessation of the tomfoolery, but the strategist in her knew that she needed to use this to her advantage. After all, if the relationship worked out for more than a few moons, SummerClan would be closely linked to NightClan. That was, if the SummerClan leader took the news well. She knew that she couldn't predict this, at least not for sure. She wouldn't be able to blame him if he took the news poorly; Rosethorn had only recently been promoted to deputy, and Ratstar had every right to see it as a bad thing. There was a small part of Aspenstar that felt guilty for this. Was she putting a nail in the coffin of a future leader? In the end, though, she compartmentalized the looming guilt; if she hoped that this would lead to an alliance, which she did, Ratstar needed to know the truth.
The NightClan leader felt her paws slow as she reached the SummerClan border. It was strange; she'd never been far from NightClan's territory. The sun on her back made her feel vulnerable. Even though she loved both twilight and dawn, the actual hours of daylight were foreign to her. Yet, she knew that showing up on SummerClan's doorstep in the dead of night was not ... productive, so she had made the sacrifice. That didn't mean that she liked it, though. Even the air of the day was warmer, alien to her. She let out a sigh. She was really doing this, wasn't she? All that was left for the young leader was to wait at the border for the first cat that came across her. Hopefully, it wasn't Rosethorn herself, but if it was, Aspenstar would be as pleasant as she could be. Hopefully, though, she would be happened across by the leader himself. It would cut out the middle man, and make for an overall better experience for the both of them, right?
It was then that she heard footsteps approaching where she sat just beyond the border.
Summerclan's borders were, for better or worse, open once again. Ratstar would be lying if he said he didn't feel a bit of trepidation about it; while it eased his anxiety a bit to know that Dayclan, Moonclan, and Nightclan had received new leadership over the past leafbare, the fact remained that Bloodystar was still leader of Sunclan. As long as that nutcase cult-leader continued to be in charge, the Forest Clans would never be truly safe. But, on the other side of the stone, the tabby tom had learned his lesson with both the drama of Orchiddrop and Crow, as well as his former Deputy Dawnmemories' accident. Keeping everyone isolated inside the border, and sticking one's proverbial head in the sand when it came to problems outside of Summerclan wasn't the answer he hoped it would be. So what then, was the proper course of action to preserve Summerclan's security and future?
It was those cascading thoughts that led Ratstar to take an afternoon walk along the very border he pondered, the soft crunch of snow beneath his paws and the wisps of snowflakes fluttering in the frosty air calming his restless mind. Out of the corner of his single eye, he suddenly spotted a silhouette of a cat, waiting patiently by the border. Well, this was a surprise. Her scent definitely didn't belong any of Summerclan's neighbors, yet it was vaguely familiar to him as a clan scent. Was she from one of the Forest Clans, then? Smiling softly, he turned to approach the she-cat, dipping his head to her in a friendly greeting.
"Good afternoon, miss. What brings ya t' Summerclan?"
A sigh of relief exited her body before she could stop it. She hadn't meant to sigh, but her prayers had been answered. She immediately recognized the SummerClan leader. Although she herself had never engaged with him, she'd seen him enough at gatherings to know of his existence. Strange, she thought fleetingly, that one day, cats will think of you the same way. That day felt far off into the future, though.
"Ratstar," she greeted, her cordial voice hiding the anxiety that she so clearly felt. "I've actually come to speak with you. I have some information that might be of ... interest to you." She tilted her head, that felt like the understatement of the year. The news she brought had the very real potential to destabilize his relationship with his deputy. "But, before I get too ahead of myself, my name is Aspenstar. I come from NightClan with our best wishes."
Was that confidence in her voice as she spoke the last part? She couldn't tell, but the awkwardness she felt as a new leader almost melted away when she claimed her clan.
Ratstar couldn't help but raise a surprised brow at her response. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Honestly, the tom couldn't remember the last time Summerclan had dealt with Nightclan, if ever. Well, regardless of what news she had, it wasn't hospitable to just leave her sitting on the border there. "So you're the new leader o' Nightclan, eh?" He meowed with an interested gleam in his eye. "Congratulations on the promotion. Come on across, an' we'll find a comfortable place t' talk." With a gesture of his tail, he allowed Aspenstar across the Summerclan border.
He lead her through the woods, the trees above their heads still relatively barren of leaves; bright sunlight streaming through empty branches. After a short stroll, the pair finally reached a small, small open clearing beside a bubbling brook, right outside the Deep Lands where Summerclan's camp lied. "It must've been quite a hike t' get 'ere," he remarked, glancing over his shoulder to observe the other leader. She looked pretty tired, which made sense considering he'd always heard Nightclan cats slept during the day. "Are ya hungry? I can catch a squirrel o' a fish fer ya if you'd like."
"Indeed I am. Hopefully, I'll be the last new leader in a while; things have been rather... tumultuous on our side of the forest as of late." She let out a soft laugh, although a determined look was in her mismatched eyes. "I hope to change that." It was a lofty goal; stability was never something that was closely linked to any of the ForestClans, and NightClan had been in hot water more than once due to the ... particular quirks of Flamingstar, and Phantomfox had done a great job of removing her, but was completely unprepared for leadership. Although she was young, only a few years old, she hoped that she would defy the pattern that had developed.
"Thank you, Ratstar," she meowed with a smile as she walked over the border. It was strange; she'd never crossed a MountainClan border. There were a lot of firsts in this trip: first time she spoke to another leader as a leader, first time traveling to the MountainClans, first time delivering news that the relationship between two high ranking cats was a little more than friendly.
As they walked, the leader nodded. "I do have to say, it is a little further than I expected," she meowed with a chuckle. "But, I needed the exercise; between you and me, I've been meaning to go on a diet." Was that a little too personal to tell a leader, probably, but Aspenstar had never really been... graced with social tact. "I can start that tomorrow, though. A fish would be lovely, thank you for your hospitality."
It was then that she took a moment to look around. He had brought her to a place that was similar to the very space she held her own meetings in NightClan, along the water. It was a small coincidence, but it made her feel a little less nervous. "It's beautiful out here."
"Tumultuous? That's a bit o' an understatement, don' ya think?" Ratstar let out a snort of laughter, but it was a bit more than just a joke. It had been the stormcloud of smoke rising from the Forestclan territories that had prompted the Summerclan leader to close his borders down from the start; an omen of bad things on the horizon. He smiled at Aspenstar's own attempt at a joke; at least she seemed to have a solid head on her shoulders. Perhaps there was a chance for Nightclan at least.
"One fish, comin' right up!" As cheerful and good-natured as ever, the tabby tom bounded over to couch at the edge of the brook, keeping in an area shaded by trees so the fish wouldn't spook from his reflection. As he scanned the water for a good meal for his guest, his ear twitched at the other leader's comment about the area. "Summerclan certainly leaves that impression," he replied with a soft chuckle. "Couldn't believe my eyes myself when I first came 'ere. Even in Leafbare, it's like a heaven." Ratstar paused, considering his words for a moment before he spoke again, his voice soft and thoughtful. "If there's anythin' I wanna accomplish 'fore I lose my last life, it's makin' sure this place remains a heaven fer all who call it home."
