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9/27/12; Oh Shit Bro; Longstripe, Wildstar
Topic Started: Sep 28 2012, 02:24 AM (28 Views)
Longstripe

Continues from Longtail and Flowertooth.

Longstripe wasn't concerned or surprised when his clanmate dashed off on her own. She'd be fine, and hunting solo would be better for him. Once the distraction of his friend was gone, the tan tabby went into Serious Mode. He was in unfamiliar territory and FrostClan patrols could be anywhere. Of course, in single combat he'd send his enemy running. If they ganged up on him, the odds might be in their favor. The scarred young cat inhaled the crisp cold mountain air and shuddered. It was so fucking cold up here. With a scowl, the warrior moved onwards. He came upon a small river and frowned at it, thinking about hod cold the water must be. He'd have a really hard time of it if he fell in and froze alone up here. Carefully, he picked his way across rock to rock. It was only until he was on the other side that he noticed a silver tabby she-cat. Well fuck, just his luck. This cat looked familiar, even, and the feeling sent a stone of dread tumbling down his throat. He'd seen her before, but he couldn't remember where. He didn't exactly make a habit of noticing FrostClan cats - well not outside the Gatherings anyways. Wait, the Gatherings! That was it! That's where he knew her from! She was the StarClan-damned leader of FrostClan. Well fuck. Longstripe knew he was in the wrong, trespassing on this cat's land. He also knew that sneaking out would be a failure of a tactic and besides he could never do that. He was a LeafClan warrior. Unable to come up with anything better, the tom would frankly announce his appearance. "You FrostClanners can't be very smart, living all the way up here in the cold."

Wildstar had been lounging at the old twoleg camp and heard a rustle behind her. She turned her head swiftly, and then sat up. She was so surprised by the apparition that she took a moment to respond, but guised it with a swift glance up and down. She ignored the comment. True, it was cold, but generally, that dissauded others off their territory. "Is there a particular reason you are here, Leafclanner? Perchance you have a message from your leader for me?" She sniffed the air. "It's not just your scent I smell. There is another. Where are they?"

Longstripe expected the question. "I'm here to steal your kits and slit the throats of your elders, of course." It wasn't like he could just come out and say he was here on a dare and was going to steal prey. Well, he could. But he didn't want to. "Cloverstar has nothing to say to you. As for the scent, I think your nose is broken. I'm the only one here." Emphasis on the last word suggested that there were others elsewhere. Maybe he could convince this leader that LeafClan was ambushing her camp and then she'd scuttle off. Longstripe would be free to steal all the prey he could carry and then he could dump it on Flowertooth, victorious in his quest. At the same time, this face-to-face encounter unsettled the warrior deeply. He'd always just regarded FrostClan cats from afar. He'd never actually spoken to one before. Not alone. Maybe he could make his add proud by being... nice? There wasn't anyone around to witness it or to taunt him about it. Nobody except the damned FrostClan leader! No, his secret would be safer if he acted like a total fucking jerk to this cat. Yeah, that was a good plan. Sure to go off without a hitch. Yeahh.

Wildstar wasn't angry - yet - and brushed off most of the cat's insults. Typical Leafclan behaviour. Just trying to rile up the opposition. Her voice, as she commented on the situation, was serenely polite. "So you came here - why? For fun and games? I knew Leafclan misunderstood bravery often, but I wasn't aware they were this stupid. And if my clan were being attacked, as your silly ruse suggests, one of them would be on their way to greet me. I make sure they know where I - " Mid speech, Wildstar took another look at Longstripe. "What is your name, cat?" Her break from her speech took on quite a different tone - floating, far away and disconnected. Something about - no. Not this brash, abrasive maggot. Her brother had six months under her mother's care before being exposed to Leafclan. Surely not.

Longstripe though the knowledge that he was shit-talking to a leader, even a FrostClan leader, was discomforting Longstripe had to keep up appearances. He bristled at her insults, and it was only her status as leader and his father's words that kept him from attacking. By the time she asked his name, the warrior was past actually listening. He growled, claws unsheathing and sheathing to relieve the stress and tension. "I don't see why my name is any of your business." Ugh, what if she reported this to his leader at the next Gathering? Longstripe decided he could handle whatever was tossed at him. He was strong and brave. "But it's Longstripe."

Wildstar froze. "L-Long. You don't say." She stared at him, wide eyed and shocked for a moment, before regaining her cool. "What was your father's name, Longstripe?" It couldn't be. It wasn't as if Long was a unique prefix. There could be any number of kittens with that name. Perhaps her brother wasn't even in Leafclan anymore. He couldn't be this... fool. She regained herself again. And what if he was? Wildstar didn't have to make any connection with the piece of scum. No. She could quite contentedly not tell him - as if he'd believe her anyway, who knows if her father even told him he had a Leafclan sibling? But part of Wildstar had always wanted to forge any connection she had to her mother left. And her mother had always been one for unity between the clans. Wildstar was more solitary. But in her mother's name, perhaps she should... she glanced up at the cat, awaiting an answer.

Longstripe. The FrostClan leader was certainly taking a sudden interest in Longstripe's life. It was weird. It felt oddly dangerous but the tom, a true LeafClan warrior, refused to think he should back down. "Jayclaw, warrior of LeafClan." Had another cat been there, he would have lifted his head with pride. As it was, there was something about this conversation that nagged at the pale tabby. He was more uncomfortable now than he had ever been in his entire life and frankly it was terrifying. It was amusing how terrified he was. This LeafClan warrior and the weak leader of FrostClan. Or. Longstripe thought of his father and his mother, a FrostClan cat. His littermate who was somewhere, living in FrostClan's mountains. He looked away, only for a second. It was still a personal failure. It made him angry.

Wildstar froze for a second, losing her cool. "No," she said. "No, it can't be." She took a step towards Longstripe, surveying him. "Impossible. What do you... know of your mother's side of the family?" Her voice was a little nervous, uncharacteristically free of her usual calmness.

Longstripe could feel the tension like static before a storm. He wished she would attack. The language of claws and blood was one he understood as a born LeafClanner. These questions about his family felt more dangerous than enemy teeth, though. It almost made him want to run away. Almost. "You ask a lot of questions," snarled the tom who was, for once, evading something. The warrior unsheathed his claws and bared his teeth. Even though he was the one who was trespassing. Even though he was in the wrong, the pale cat was prepared to attack this leader. Surrounded by nothing but rock he felt cornered. This question was one he simply would not answer. No. "Turn away, FrostClan. You will not win this day unless you do."

Wildstar sat still, frozen in her place. She wanted to spin out some comment against this moron. Thinking with their claws, like always. "Why do you seek violence from me? Need I remind you that you are on my territory, and yet I respond with no violence. Even your leader, Cloverstar, would not be pleased with your actions today." After saying it, Wildstar realised that talking was probably not going to find a way out of this. And if this was her brother - did she want him to know? He was clearly a moron. She hoped that the leftover influence of being raised for six months in Frostclan would have left some sense in him. Clearly not. "You know, rushing off into battle isn't always a mark of bravery. You're only relying on what you know. You're only avoiding what you don't want to think about. Have you ever thought that maybe it wuold be braver to turn and face what you truly fear?" It occured to Wildstar that she was probably going to get a claw in the face sometime soon. She stayed perfectly still, but was ready to dodge at the second it presented itself.

Longstripe would say nothing more. His earlier words had been a warning, and more than a FrostClan cat deserved. Maybe. Without even waiting for the FrostClan leader to finish her first words. He would leap at her throat somewhere between "Need I" and "remind you". Claws extended, the battle-hardened warrior would aim to surround his enemy with his body. He'd strike at both her shoulders with both of his claws snarling down at her all the while. He'd dart down with his jaws, too, in an attempt to bite at her head.

Wildstar would dart quickly to the left, dodging out of the way of the move. Anger sparked off in her - calm facade completely gone, and she raised her voice to a yowl. "You're a moron! A complete moron, not fit to walk Frostclan grounds. I can't believe you are my broth-" Her voice had risen far above her usual calm and quite tones. She stopped mid-last sentence, trailing off.

Longstripe. Fuck yes, now things were going all right! The cat hissed, readying himself to leap again. He couldn't help but grin at the turn of events. An uncomfortably un-LeafClan thought threaded its way into his head. Why, exactly, was he more comfortable fighting than he was just talking? Angrily, the tom shook the thought from his head and shifted his weight backwards to push off. He wouldn't rise to her goading. She'd see who was the fool when she was a bloody wreck on the cold stone ground. He began to lunge forwards just as she cut herself off. He stumbled midstep at the word. Struck by the realization, he wavered. "Wh... What?" Suddenly, the cat felt dizzy. Maybe he'd spent too long in the cold. Or. What? His dad hadn't told him this. Oh StarClan...

Wildstar broke off, and breathed deeply, pulling herself out of her spell of anger. That wouldn't do now. Anger was not a strength. It led to rashness. Even in the heat of battle, it could be weak to have a burning fire behind you. It made you ignorant. Foolish. Things that it would not do for the leader of Frostclan to be. Glancing up, she looked him- her brother - as ludicrous a thought as it was - in the eyes for a moment. The same olive green. Then she looked away again. "You should go home, Longstripe."

Longstripe's brow furrowed as he struggled grasp what had just happened. He'd looked all over. If a FrostClan cat had gone to a gathering in the past 19 moons, he'd asked himself if that cat was his littermate. He'd secretly browsed FrostClan for his kin. Every single cat except the leader. He had never considered the silver tabby leader as his littermate because that was just... insane! It made sense, but not at once. Frozen in place, the cat was lost in thought. This was FrostClan. They were sneaky fucks, as slippery as the ice that caked their nests. What if his littermate had told his or her leader about Longstripe and this was all a lie? He thought he could catch a lie when he heard one, but this was core-shaking. "You?!" He finally said, barking the word with disbelief. "How?!" Where could he possibly start. What words could possibly communcate his thoughts? "How do I know you're not a liar?" The pale tabby found himself very dangerous. If he didn't get proof right here right now, it would plague his days and nights until he did. In LeafClan, with Flowertooth, he didn't need that sort of distraction. If he didn't get answers now... He was a strong enough warrior to send this leader back to StarClan. He could.

Wildstar. "Why would I lie?" She dug a claw into the twoleg bedding, and whispered to herself. "Didn't even mean to tell you in the first place." She was letting her anger at herself creep up on her again, and took a breath. "It's not what our mother would have wanted, you know. For us to fight. Surely you must remember that much about her. You lived here for six moons, after all."

Longstripe sneered, but his heart wasn't in it. "You'd lie to save your cowardly hide." The words, said with such vidiction around his clan, seemed hollow. He was merely repeating what he'd heard, not even looking into the FrostClan cat's eyes. He'd always looked for his littermate, but had he ever expected to find her? The mountain wind felt even more chilling. Frankly, he could barely remember his mother. Maybe deep in his memory a color and the feeling of a warm body was there, but life in LeafClan had made him forget all of that. He frowned, remembering queens who would watch with smiles as their kits pretended to fight. Of course, even his thick skull knew the different between playfighting and aiming to kill, but still. His LeafClan mind fought against the words that kept resurfacing. As silly as it might have seemed to anybody else, the tabby warrior was experiencing a deep conflict. He stood like a statue, quiet and still, before finally opening his jaws. "I'm sorry..."

Wildstar nodded. "What's done is done." She looked up at the sky, which was beginning to darken. "You should go home before Cloverstar notices you are gone, Longstripe. " She looked up the face of the mountain. "Goodnight. It's a long walk home."

Longstripe was like FFFFFFFFFFFFFF and then spun around and was like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF and then he walked home not knowing who won that encounter. And then he stopped by the border and stole a rabbit from FrostClan and then went home for real.
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