”Oh?” he grinned, chuckling. “Well, I’ll put up with anything as long as we get some answers,” he told him, knowing then how unusual that must have sounded to Edgefrost. Normally he wouldn’t tolerate anyone, but the thought of being able to bring their mother’s killer to justice had his paws itching with anticipation. He stared ahead for a moment, silent and calculating as he thought about what he’d do once they found whoever was responsible, but once he turned to look at his brother again, the anger from his features quickly faded and something more solemn took its place. Sleekfeather looked down at the ground, kicking a small pebble as they walked. “You and your siblings have quite the past, huh?” he replied softly, suddenly not wanting to look him in the eye, so he promptly closed his as if he were tired.
After a moment of awkward internal fumbling, he let out a soft sigh. “I am sorry for leaving,” he apologized, finally managing to get the words out. In his lifetime, he’d made many cats angry with him, and many downright hated him, which wasn’t something that ever really bothered him until now. With his adopted siblings, it was different. He cared about their feelings and didn’t want them to hate him. “I could have told you what I was doing but I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone, or if I’d even be back for that matter,” he admitted, looking down at the ground again. Few things were as crushing as the weight of a loved one’s death, and that weight was only made heavier when compounded by guilt. He’d ripped myself to pieces wondering if there was anything he could have done to save Swanpath from the horrible end she’d suffered. From the pain in Sleekfeather’s tone and the way his body braced as if absorbing invisible blows, he was still punishing himself over his mother’s death. All around him were memories. Every part of Riverclan breathed Swanpath’s name. It was impossible for him to stay when her killer was still out there; completely free. “We’re just lucky that your sister had valuable information and pointed us in the right direction, otherwise I’d still be out there,” he pointed out, clearing his throat as he walked steadily beside Edgefrost, taking in all of the new scenery. He’d never been this far out before.
When he felt hard concrete beneath his paws, he flinched and stepped backwards, quickly moving away from it and back over to the grass. What the fuck? His eyes studied the sidewalk in dismay, and then widened when he looked ahead of them. Before him, he saw unwavering pillars of stone and steel much taller than any tree he’d ever seen, and strange glowing towers that reached into the midday sky. Drifting through the urban haze, his turquoise eyes grew wide awake, the fur along his back standing on end. There were monsters, and they puffed out grey, smelly smoke as they roared by. Its streets, full of two-legs, walked by without a second thought, completely disinterested in them. The ones here seemed less hostile than the ones in the forest, but no less oppressive. Then, a hot, sticky breeze filled his nostrils full of car fumes and smog, nearly making him gag. It was hard to believe that Edgefrost had once lived in such a place.
Looking over at his brother, it seemed as though he was currently reliving those terrible memories. He couldn’t help but wonder what his life was like when he lived here, but from the look on Edgefrost’s face, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. “No problem there,” he responded, aiming for a cheerier tone as he quickly followed behind Edgefrost, keeping very little distance between them. “Talking and making eye contact are the things I do least,” he told him, falling quiet on the subject as they approached an overgrown, abandoned building. Quietly, he wondered why Edgefrost had stopped to look at it, but before he could even begin to ask any questions, he felt a strong shove.
Trusting that Edgefrost had a reason for pushing him, he stayed quiet and followed his brother’s gaze to a grey molly. ’A spy?’ he repeated, eyes narrowing in thought. He knew that this little mission of theirs would be dangerous but it was proving to be much more dangerous than he expected. “I guess it’s a good thing we’re both dark furred,” he muttered under his breath, thankful that their coats were the very same color as the shadows they were sneaking around in. “Let’s find hurry up and find Destiny before we run into trouble, then. I’ll follow your lead. You know this place better than I do.”
Edgefrost Riverclan Warrior The black and gray Maine Coon was silent for a moment, when Sleekfeather stated that his siblings and himself. There wasn’t any proper wording to explain all the things that their father and his gang members had done to them, the things that he couldn’t really forget no matter how much Edgefrost tried “Yeah.. It was tough.” The Riverclan warrior admitted before looking down at his large paws in thought for a moment before his dark green gaze widened slightly at feeling the concrete of the streets. It felt like bugs were crawling on him, how the Maine Coon just wanted to squirm and get out of the city. The City was the last place he had wanted to be. He wanted to turn back and leave, but took a deep breath as Edge knew that he needed to face his inner demons and figure out the killer of Swanpath. It was lawless here, no proper rules. Twilightfoot ruled the city with an iron fist, anything that he says goes. Even all the smaller gangs knew not to mess with the older black tom. “Keep your head low, don’t talk to anyone and don’t look at anyone for too long.” Edge muttered to Sleekfeather as the Maine Coon tom led his brother through the streets. Looking up, Edge stopped at the sight of the huge abandoned building in the front. Years ago, there was a pretty huge earthquake in the city which caused parts of the building to collapse. Eventually nature took its course and weeds and plants began taking over the outside of the building while Twilightfoot and his gang took the side. For long as he could remember, Edge couldn’t remember how many members there were in that gang.. As it was huge. His father had the charisma and the charm to bring in followers.. It was a saying from Aurora: Anyone lost or damaged.. Their father gave them a home.. Which caused many devoted followers. Looking away from the building, Edge bounded towards the shadows of the alleyway and waited for the black Bengal to follow “We find Destiny, we get the proper answers and find out who did this.” The tom muttered. Although he stopped for a moment when hearing Sleekfeather’s words and an apology.
“I know..” Edge muttered, as he listened to his older brother speaking. Turning to look back at Sleekfeather, he frowned for a bit “I was ready to leave Riverclan, there’s no Snowfeather.. Everyone isn’t the fondest of me besides you and Duskpoppy.. Without you three, it's not home” He admitted before turning around and padding forward. It wasn’t until he muttered ‘Shit’ before suddenly moving to gently shove Sleekfeather’s body towards the brick wall, and moved beside him. It only took a few moments as both toms hid well within the shadows and suddenly a gray molly was strolling through the alleyway, not noticing the two toms. Edge watched carefully as the spy padded away from the two and let out a breath “That was a spy, they like to hide in plain sight.” He explained to Sleekfeather before stepping back out into the pathway.
“We’re almost towards Destiny, we have to be careful with the spies around.. One wrong move and we’re not coming out of here alive.” #04b90f