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woof here's the Ray/Crow thread. sunlight feel free to have Orchid drop in and be part of the chaos! Raystrike was quite happy to be living in SummerClan. Sure, it wasn't quite SunClan, but she had grown to begrudging accept that she could live in her birth clan anymore. Her lungs had been getting better, but nowhere near what they once were. The news that the medicine cat gave her had finally begun to sink it. While she would never entirely accept it, her new situation made things better. She still did her best to live as a SunClan cat as Ray. She had just gotten her new supply of paints as well. It was one of the many thing she missed doing it NightClan, and being able to starting painting herself again was a huge relief for her.
But, in SunClan other family sometimes helped. Not that they needed to, but it was a bonding thing. And what a better way to continue that tradition? She rose to her paws and walked right into a bunch of cats eating their breakfast. It didn't take her long to pick out her brother out of the crowd, and, well, she didn't care who/if he was eating with anyone. She walked up behind him a grabbed him by the scruff and started to drag him back to her paint. "You're gonna help me with something, little bro..."
Surrounded by clanmates, sharing a meal and regaling stories of their lives, Crow was about as immersed in the moment as he could be... until he was unceremoniously dragged straight out of the moment.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." The complaints could be heard the whole way across camp until he was released, but by now the rest of SummerClan was used to seeing the scrappy warrior ragdolled around camp by the bengal. He was starting to think they liked it. Straightening himself, he shot her a glare as he began to smooth his pelt back down, though the nape of his neck still throbbed from Raystrike's solid grip on it. "You know you could just ask me to come over here, right? No need to be so pushy," he grumbled, but it was good-natured. For all the complaining he did about her...special way of interacting, Crow genuinely loved having his sister around again, a slice of his childhood he'd regained. He wasn't about to let her know though.
Scampering around them was Raystrike's lookalike, Firekit highly interested in the selection of paints laid out. "What's this, Auntie Ray?" He sniffed at one of the paints, his nose a little too close, and when he looked back up at his seniors, a fresh dab of orange sat at the very tip of his nose.
Her brother's yelps of pain were music to her ears. Not in a sadistic way, no. She's no monster. But more the fact that he just didn't really try to fight back again her not-so-gentle tugging. Really, she was betting on that. While her lungs had improved this was no easy feat for her. Halfway there she was already panting, and by the time they got there Raystrike was heaving for breath as she let her brother go. "Well... yes. But... that's... no... fun." Each word was separated by a desperate gasp for a little bit more air. She took as deep of breath as she could before turning to her paints.
Annoyance flared up inside her when she saw the little kitten playing them, but she quickly realized that she could use this. She put on the kit-friendly smile she could before wiping the paint off Firekit's nose. "It's paint from SunClan, where your dad and I are from. We use paint there to look nicer and tell who's who." She pushed a little bit of the red paint forward. "Kits like you where red paint, and warriors like me would use red, orange, and yellow." She paused. "How's this: I'll paint you and your dad will paint me." She turned to look at Devoteddodocrow.
Though his concern was obvious, he didn't voice it. Crow knew when to leave well enough alone, especially where the ever so vocal Raystrike was concerned. "You really need to teach my son about that cult?" That issue was not one he could resist commenting on, particularly by how interested the small kitten appeared to be by what his sister was preaching. Maybe it wouldn't hurt though... as long as he was around to moderate it.
"Does that mean I get to paint Dad?" Firekit's round eyes were wide enough to make his father relent (begrudgingly). "Okay, Auntie Ray! Show me how to do it! Show me how!" He bounced up and down with the sheer amount of excitement that was barely contained within him. He would be the fiercest looking kit in the whole nursery after he got his paints!
She understood his concern. She had a relatively normal experience in SunClan, well as normal as SunClan could be. Her faith kept her alive in NightClan, even though she could never see the Sun. The faith she loved destroyed her brother, and she respected that. Raystrike smiled at the kitten. " Maybe, but only if he agrees and if I can show you some patterns first. Just hang out here for a sec, okay?" She pushed on Crow's shoulder and guided him out of earshot of the kitten.
"It's my job, and he does have SunClan blood. If he's interested in SunClan, I will teach him. But that doesn't mean I'll take him away from you in the middle of the night." She paused. "We both know how big of a commitment it is to become a warrior there. I wouldn't dream of taking him from here before his apprenticeship." She rest her tail on his shoulder. "Maybe Bloodystar wouldn't want that, but I don't give a damn about His Royal Tail. Understand?" Her tail fell off. "It's his choice when he is old enough, but not before."
"No, no, it's okay. I trust you." He nudged Raystrike's shoulder appreciatively, but added before they returned to where a restless Firekit was dabbing his paws in a l l of the paints, "Maybe it will be good for me to experience some traditions now that there are better circumstances. I don't want to limit their knowledge." As much as Crow hated his former clan, in some twisted way he knew that experiencing what he did there helped to shape him into someone he could be proud of. He never wanted to see his children choose to leave their home behind, but it wasn't a choice he could make for them in the future, only a decision he would need the strength to support. "C'mon, you can teach us both how to paint. I don't remember how to do any of that."
Firekit grinned sheepishly when his father and aunt returned, splatters of red and yellow and even some black plastered across his silver fur. "I got bored of waiting for you guys. Did I do good, Auntie?" He bounced up to Raystrike and struck a pose, seeking for his aunt's approval.
She smiled and nodded. She had no intent to shatter the life he had built for himself here, but if the kits wanted to learn more about their ancestry, then it was her job to educate them. "Of course, I'm sure you'll remember it quickly. It's a lot of fun..." And then she clenched her jaw. What Firekit did in SunClan would be grounds for some punishment. Raystrike quelled her first instinct to chide him. No kit was allowed to wear any sort of black point, only the High Priest was. Frankly, she was surprised that he thought to mix them together to make some. She took a breath, and then proceeded forward with a light smile on her face. "Mmmm... it's not to my taste, but it's definitely a look. What we really want to do is make some beautiful designs!" She wiped the paint off his nose. "But I love enthusiasm! You all the splotches you have? How can we make them all part of some bigger design?"
Crow was surprised at how good his sister was with his son, watching as she reined in her natural Instinct to correct him for Firekit's sake. He'd been ambivalent about entrusting the kits to Raystrike, not because he thought she might endanger them but because he was afraid of how her influence would endanger him. Firekit was among the most impressionable of his litter, and all Crow could imagine was his son running around camp, shouting insults and punching his denmates. "You can practice on me," he offered, but added after watching Firekit reach for more black, "but you'll have to use a different color."
The bengal deflared at this. "No fair. The black looks cool, but I guess it would be too hard to see." He eyed his father's inky coat critically, then turned to his aunt. "Ummm... well, we could draw some lines between them? Like connecting the dots!"
Crow's surprise would be short lived. Instinct was quite the fickle thing. She could rein it in for so long, but eventually her inner chaos would take back over. "Yeah yeah, exactly! You know once this is done, you'll be calling your dad Peacock." She swirled her paws in the paints as she looked over her brother's fur. It was boring, unlike her own dazzling Bengal features. But all that meant was a blank canvas to draw on, and black drew out all of the other colors around it. She turned back to Firekit, and gave him the most endearing nickname she could think of. "Anyway Flameo, you can also draw some other stuff too. Maybe some fire somewhere?" It was their zodiac sign when they were kits, not that she expected Crow to hold any dear memory of it.
Flameo's maw parted to ask what a peacock even was, but what actually came out was an elated squeal. "Fire! Just like me! And it'll be just as cool!" Raystrike had a careful, intuitive paw when it came to selecting which paints she would need for the designs she envisioned, but Firekit was still young, excitable, and careless. He dipped each one of his toes in a different color, then turned to start his masterpiece, only to stop and sheepishly look at his aunt. "What does fire look like?"
Huh. She completely forgot to explain that to him, she just assumed the kitten would know what it looked like. "Yeah, of course! Watch closely..." She pulled the reds, oranges, and yellows close to her, and then dipped her paw in the brightest yellow she had. "You want your yellows at the bottom of the flame... then your oranges centered and topped... then put a little red around the fringes. There!" It was her recreation of the SunClan zodiac flame. Not perfect, but it would get the idea across. "Of course, feel free to change up my design a bit."
"Oooooo," he crooned, inspecting her work with an admittedly amateur eye but a boatload of enthusiasm. Attempting to mimic her designs, he began striking through his father's midnight pelt and covering the whole area with some curvy lines and some pointy bits, pulling back with an elated grin at what appeared to jim.to be a perfect replica. Even if it didn't look anything like it. "I did it, Auntie Ray!"
She smiled as she watched his little paws scramble to recreate her design. Well, not actually her design, but he didn't know that. It didn't matter. The result was... vaguely reminiscent of the what she drew, but it did not bother the ray in the slightest. He was still a kit and barely knew where his four paws were at any given instant. "Great! It looks flamin'!" Now, what to talk about next? "How would you like to draw on your dad's forehead?"
