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But whhhhyyyyy? Sunpaw'd thrown herself to the ground in defeat, casting an imploring eye to her father, who'd only smiled slyly and patiently explained that the borders were set for a reason, and "Jetstar 'n I are friends, Sunpaw, but that don't mean ya can jus' march over unannounced.' She'd begrudgingly accepted; but that was then, and this was now.
...And now Sunpaw found herself drawn back to that very border, the one SummerClan "shared" with SpringClan, and sat at the edge of it, her bushy tail swishing behind her. On the other side of it, as if mocking her, an array of SpringClan-specific wildflowers shivered in the midmorning breeze. Their aromatic scent drifted back and tickled against her nose, and the garden keeper apprentice frowned. Ratstar's reminder had deterred her, but the willpower was slipping. The more she considered her options, the less attention she paid to her paws.
Which were suddenly, and she'd add 'unbiddenly,' not on SummerClan soil anymore.
"Oops." Only allowing herself to feel bad for a moment, Sunpaw continued on towards the patch of flowers, woefully unaware of her surroundings and the fact that she was, for the very first time, completely alone.
Celestialpaw had been sent out on a hunting patrol (why wouldn’t she be sent on a hunting patrol? It’s all she ever did), and the cats had split into separate ways to get a broader area. Since Celestial had the big ears in the group, she’d been sent to the flower field where it was harder to find anything. She stops and scents the air, her blue eyes snapping wide open. She detected a scent that was not remotely Springclan.
The Siamese mix drops low to the ground, slinking slowly towards the other cat using her rancid not springclan scent. Eventually she sees her. Celestialpaw does a quick over of the cat, reckoning that she could take her on. They seemed to be about the same age. Celestialpaw wiggles her haunches back and forth, before springing onto the apprentice. “What are you doing here, trespasser?” She hisses, fury in her sapphire eyes.
She crept closer. At first her pawsteps were trepid, each one set delicately in front of her and careful to leave not a leaf overturned, but the further she got away from the border, the bolder Sunpaw became. She could almost reach out and touch a petal when her nose twitched, thinking it scented something that was decidedly not a plant, right around the time she was toppled over and slammed to the ground.
Another cat, when caught red-pawed, would probably backpedal and apologize, dredge up some excuse about not realizing they'd passed the scent markers, and hightailed it back the way they'd come. But another cat was not Sunpaw, whose guilt manifested into belligerence.
She met Celestialpaw's eyes unflinchingly, curling her lip up into a snarl, and spat, "I'm planning to raid SpringClan with my army of petunias. What does it look like?" Her hind paws pushed against the other she-cat's exposed belly but, as she had the most minimal of warrior training, they did no damage and soon enough, she was winded by even that simple motion.
Celestialpaw literally just stood on top of Sunpaw, looking down at the apprentice in utter confusion. What kinda mousebrained idiot just waltzed into a different clan's territory without knowing how to defend herself?? "Well, it looks like you're trespassing and that I'll have to fight you. But frankly, I don't think it would be a fair fight." The cat scoffs, finally releasing the other from her grasp.
Celestialpaw crouches down, ready to pounce if Sunpaw tried anything, watching her every move with suspicious blue eyes.
"Oh yeah? Who died and made you a warrior?" She felt particularly petulant at how swiftly Celestialpaw was to dismiss her skills---or lack thereof. Sunpaw rolled back so her paws were comfortably beneath her, but she didn't stand yet, scrutinizing this new adversary and lashing her tail through a pile of scattered leaves. She huffed. "I'll have you know I'm an ex-cee-dingly capable apprentice of SummerClan who happens to be cross training in two specialties." She did not specify that one of those specialties had nothing to do with warrior skills nor that the other one, in which she was learning warrior skills, was being taught to her by another apprentice; those facts weren't necessary to mention here.
Sunpaw rose to a sitting position to stare Celestialpaw head-on, as if daring her to insult her again. "Can you say the same?"
“My mom.” Her voice is deadpan, and there was no way to tell whether she was joking or not. She wasn’t. Her mom had passed away which had made her leave the nursery a half a moon early, which was also the reason she was still waiting on a mentor. To be honest, what she had learned so far was from Servalpaw and watching the other apprentices in the training hallow. She wasn’t very skilled yet, but she also instinctively knew simple defense and attacks. Being a warrior was in her blood, no doubt about that.
“Well, I’m sorry Captain Petunia. It doesn’t seem like you have much to show for that yet,” she called it as it was, knowing that her bluntness might come off as rather rude to most. It was what caused trouble between her and Coralpaw. “I can’t say the same. Are you really learning two positions?” She was impressed, her sapphire eyes curious. Eventually she comes up from her crouching position, also sitting on her haunches.
Well, that escalated quickly. Jarred, she shuffled her paws and felt her cheeks flush pink, but Sunpaw merely glossed over that comment, unable to empathize as she'd never experienced a loss, let alone the loss of someone close to her. Instead, she gritted her teeth at Celestialpaw's observation, parting her maw to retort but the follow-up had her too arrogant to ignore it, smirking in the most self-satisfied way possible. "Of course. I'm Ratstar's daughter," she touted. "I was born better than everyone else, so it's only natural that I would be. I'm going to be the next medicine cat-turned-leader after all."
Celestialpaw can’t hold back the laugh that escapes her jaw, but she quickly bites her tongue. “I’m sorry, you’re a leader’s daughter and you fight like that?” Her eyes widened, and she blinks a few times in absolute disbelief. “You should have him teach you more.” It clicks after a moment that she was the leader’s daughter and yet here she was... on territory that was NOT hers. “Also shouldn’t you... not be here?” This was the weirdest cat she’d ever met in her entire life. Leader’s daughter, bad fighter, somehow a medicine cat? HUH?
The laughter caused her to puff her pelt out defiantly. "My Papi is a very busy doing very important leader things in the greatest clan in the whole forest, so he doesn't have time to teach me. I'm teaching myself so I can surprise him with how smart I am," she said through gritted teeth, seething. It didn't seem to bother her, or she didn't care at all, that she was being called out for being on SpringClan territory, Sunpaw digging her claws into the dirt as if to cling to it. "I'm not leaving without those--" She waved her tail at the wildflowers. "--flowers."
Again, the apprentice blinks, her blue eyes full of shock. "I mean. You can have them?" Celestialpaw backs up, not taking her eyes off the other apprentice, not fully trusting her motives. She picks a flower and drops it on Sunpaw's feet, raising a brow if she had one. "Happy?" Again, the siamese mix sits, watching Sunpaw curiously. "If you're an apprentice shouldn't you have a mentor to teach you?"
She was happy. Would she admit that? Abso-freaking-lutely not! "How do I know you didn't poison this with a poison chosen especially to kill kuzco SummerClan apprentices? Why should I trust this?" Sunpaw squinted at this newfound...adversary? Acquaintance? She wasn't sure what to consider Celestialpaw yet; their encounter wasn't hostile, but they certainly weren't friends either.
"I do have a mentor!" She enforced. "My mentor used to be the deputy, Rosethorn, but after we definitely exiled her (read: she left of her own accord), my Momma Poppymask is my mentor now and she's the best Garden Keeper in all of SummerClan! I bet SpringClan doesn't have anyone in it near as talented as who SummerClan hasm"
Again, Celestialpaw looks at Sunpaw with furrowed confusion. "I just picked it. How in the world would I poison it in front of you?" This cat surely made no sense, and she was beginning to wonder if her stories rang any truth whatsoever. Was she like... okay? Celestialpaw would feel awful if she wasn't. Considering she'd been a jerk.
"Rosethorn...? Didn't she move off to Nightclan or Moonclan or somethin? All the queens were gossiping that she lost her kits because Starclan cursed her or whatever." Celestialpaw laughs at Sunpaw's comment. "Well my best friend Servalpaw is extremely talented." She puffs her chest with pride. "And our leader and deputy are great!"
"Don't you listen?" Sunpaw retorted. "Are you slow or something? Rosethorn left because she was exiled, not because of a curse. Why would StarClan curse her anyway?" Was it because of that time Rosethorn called her a 'snotty nose?' That definitely seemed curse-worthy, but she was too far in her insulting to backpedal and admit that Celestialpaw's suggestion held some weight after all. Rather than doing that, she snorted. "Oh yeah? I heard Jetstar is from SunClan and they're all notoriously cray-zee. Plus, isn't your deputy, like, bossed around by his mate?" She faintly recalled a Gathering where the tom in question had been dragged in by a very powerful-looking white warrior.
