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Harvestcharm lounged in the golden pastures of DayClan's border. Across the land in the orange canyons was SunClan, a land that he wouldn't dare say was his original home. Sure he lived in SunClan as a kit, but he was born in DayClan after his mom felt so unsafe in the land she held power in that she returned to DayClan. Now though he had made the same choice as her, to stay in DayClan away from SunClan's endless amount of drama. At least in DayClan any trouble was caused by other people.
Chewing on an apple he had gotten from the apple orchard of the farm behind him he noticed a cat in the distance. His green eyes narrowed as he continued to eat only to notice that the cat had no paint, an initiate. "Hey!" He called out to the tom with a wave of his paw, beckoning the cat over. However he placed his paw down almost immediately. If this guy was really from SunClan he probably wouldn't come over, they were always so pious with their superiority complex. Still given everything Bloodystar had done it felt only right to warn the guy, plus DayClan was one of the only neutral territories around that welcomed anyone to walk their lands.
Harvestcharm blinked, having a moment of intense social anxiety as the tom ventured closer to him. Oh God, why did he love to torture himself? He was going to have to not stumble over what he needed to use. Then if he messed up on finding the right word he was going to have to go to bed every night thinking about that for the next two moons. He didn't even have a stuttering issue or anything, but sometimes the anxiety of talking to someone got the better of him. Just why?
"Hi," Harvestcharm said, turning on his best I'm-Happy-Talking-To-People voice, "My names Harvestcharm, but everyone calls me Harv for short are you a SunClan initiate?" He asked warily, but immediately regretted his tone of voice. Great, now the guy was going to think that he didn't trust him, like, sure he didn't, but he didn't have to vocalize that. Now he was coming off as a jerk. He shuffled his paws a bit waiting for an answer before realizing his nervous tick and stopping himself.
"Oh, um. I was!" Harvestcharm said, shuffling his paws over the other. Oh wow, this was way easier in my head to be like, hi, I'm Harv, your cult cursed my family and has tried to kill some of us on multiple occasions. Nice meeting you!
"So I don't know how long you've been there, but cats who go in don't always come out. They kill initiates that fail," He glanced both ways before realizing they should really be talking about this somewhere else. But also why would this guy trust him? He hadn't built up any trust! Ugh, he should have talked about the weather or some boring mouse dung topic before jumping into this. "Fox dung, um. Can we just talk somewhere else? DayClan's territory is neutral, we can walk and talk around the orchard over here, it's right up against SunClan's border so you're not too far away. And um. I can maybe explain myself if you're still even listening to me?" Harvestcharm asked.
Okay so usually his attempts at enlightening others went wrong. Wrong to the point that they casually didn't believe him, but if he could save just one person he would feel like everything up until now was worth it.
