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[Image ID: Oilstripe says to Carnationspeckle, âYouâre already a hero, Carnation.â Under Oilstripe, it says + MATE: CARNATIONSPECKLE. Under Carnationspeckle, it says + MATE: OILSTRIPE. Rustshade, Rattlepelt, and Applepelt watch from afar.]
Oilstripe watched Downstar and Rustshade quietly share tongues below the Shiprock as she steadied her nerves. Would Downstar be annoyed if Oilstripe interrupted? She knew Downstar spent the most time with Rustshade when her mood was low (Duskkit kept her up one night complaining about it), was now a good time? It had to be. Oilstripe couldnât wait much longer.
âDad?â Oilstripe said, approaching the two founders. âDo you have a minute to talk with me?â Rustshade paused with his tongue on Downstarâs ear.
âWhat about?â Rustshade asked. Oilstripe hesitated as Downstarâs sharp amber eyes studied her ginger pelt.
âI can explain in private,â Oilstripe finally said. Rustshade brushed his tail against Downstar and got up. Downstar silently slunk back to her den. Duskkitâs spirit peeked out from the nursery and ran into the leaderâs den. Rustshade followed Oilstripeâs gaze but could not see the star speckled kit.Â
Oilstripe led Rustshade around the Shiprock and said âIâm taking Carnationspeckle out hunting, and I need you to do me a favor. Can you find Rattlepelt a few minutes after we leave and follow us?â
âWhy would I do that?â Rustshade huffed.
âIâd feel bad if she didnât get to see this,â Oilstripe admitted. âCarnation told me the reason she always asks for both of us to help her with her tasks is because she wants us to be mates. She should get to see Carnationâs reaction.â It took a moment for Rustshadeâs mind to catch up with Oilstripeâs implication.
âYou want to make your relationship official?â Rustshade hummed.
âI think itâs time,â Oilstripe said with a stiff nod.Â
âStars right, it's about time!â Applepeltâs shimmering spirit cheered from the top of Shiprock. Oilstripe flinched as Applepelt chanted, âMy friends are becoming mates! My friends are becoming mates!â
âMore ghostly advice?â Rustshade asked, glancing in Applepeltâs direction. âIf StarClan is excited for you, then Iâm happy for you. Iâll bring Rattlepelt. Are you sure youâre ready for this?â
âYes, Dad,â Oilstripe said as the object of Oilstripeâs affections shifted in the corner of her eye. Carnationspeckle played with the kits outside the nursery, giving James a break (the ginger tom looked like heâd been tossed through a thunderstorm and dried with a bolt of lightning).Â
Palekit snuggled with James while Puddlekit and Waspkit tried to drag Carnationspeckle down.Â
âIf youâre sure, youâre sure,â Rustshade hummed, spotting Carnationspeckle. âGood luck, Oilstripe.â Oilstripe shook the sand out of her pelt and marched up to the nursery. She only got part way to Carnationspeckle before tiny fangs dug into her ankle. Oilstripe yelped and stumbled forward. Ripplekit giggled underneath her, batting the long strands of fur that dangled from Oilstripeâs belly.
âSheâs going to be good in a fight!â Carnationspeckle giggled.
âAre you too busy?â Oilstripe asked, trying to get Ripplekit out from under her. The quick kit kept darting back under her belly.
âItâs as though they feed on each other!â Carnationspeckle laughed as Lavenderkit appeared behind her and grabbed onto her tail. âThey just keep going!â
âSleep is for kits!â Lavenderkit yowled, jaw tight around Carnationspeckleâs tail.
âBut we are kits,â Puddlekit pointed out, slipping off Carnationspeckleâs head.
âI can wait until youâre finished,â Oilstripe promised as the greedy little kit in her head screamed at the injustice of it all.
âI can watch the kits.â Downstar left her den, Duskkit hovering behind her. Downstar grabbed Waspkit by the scruff and lifted him off Carnationspeckle.
âReally?â Carnationspeckle said with wide eyes.Â
âI could use some time with the next generation,â Downstar chuckled. Duskkit trotted past Oilstripe with her tail held high. Oilstripe playfully flicked a paw at Duskkit while all eyes were on Downstar. Duskkit laughed and charged out of camp, vanishing with a twinkle.
âDownstar, Downstar!â Ripplekit cheered, pouncing on the tortoiseshell leader as she took Carnationspeckleâs spot outside the nursery. âDo you want to hear what Scrubmask taught me?â
âPlease share,â Downstar purred. All five of Weedfootâs kits swarmed Downstar while Carnationspeckle crept up to Oilstripe.
âSince youâre free now,â Oilstripe chuckled, licking her bitten ankle, âcan we go hunting together? I found a patch of trees where the squirrels love to play.â
âOh, alright,â Carnationspeckle purred, âbut may I suggest we head to the ocean? Iâd love to show you some of the diving techniques Iâve been practicing. Iâm hoping to teach the kits what I can do once theyâre apprenticed!â
âI donât think I want to get wet right now,â Oilstripe admitted as Applepelt stuck their face between the pair. Their ethereal eyes sparkled as they bounced between Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle. Oilstripe tried to pretend she didnât see her old friend and instead led Carnationspeckle toward the camp exit. As she did, however, she could see Rustshade speaking with Rattlepelt beside her tanning rack. Oilstripe forced back a purr.
It wouldnât be long before sunhigh hit, but the dappled shade of the conifers kept Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle cool. The smell of prey blanketed the mossy floor, although large human tracks left deep prints in the warm dirt. Applepelt appeared and disappeared from between the tree, battering Oilstripe with wild rambles. Oilstripe could barely keep an eye on the prey with all of Applepeltâs cheering.
âI had a feeling you would get together,â Applepelt purred as Oilstripe stalked a pair of playful squirrels. âI donât simply mean as long as Iâve been dead, either. I joined the Clan and saw you two together and knew you would be a wonderful pairing! Then again, I imagined I would be there to celebrate. I suppose in a way I am here, though. Youâre simply the only one who can hear me celebrate!â Oilstripe pounced on one of the happy squirrels. Its partner scurried away as the unfortunate critter stopped squirming.
âI hereby bless this catch!â Applepelt laughed as Carnationspeckle trotted up.
âApplepelt, please, I canât hear my own thoughts right now,â Oilstripe finally snapped, dropping her squirrel. âIf youâre going to be here, can you watch from the side, quietly?â
âApplepeltâs here?â Carnationspeckle gasped. âHello, Applepelt! Iâve missed you. I hope StarClan is treating you well.â Carnationspeckle guessed where Applepelt stood, but looked about a tail-length off from where the dead cat actually was.
âIt is, thank you Carnationspeckle,â Applepelt purred, bowing slightly to her old friend.
âStars, Iâm sorry,â Oilstripe groaned. âIt must be weird to hear me talking to the dead like this. I try not to when others are around.â
âI think itâs amazing that you can speak to StarClan as easily as you speak to me,â Carnationspeckle sighed. Applepeltâs face grew still and oddly serene as she stepped back. Copper and heather eyes glinted from the other side of the brush behind Carnationspeckle. âWhat do they talk to you about?â
âWell, typically they visit to check on those theyâve left behind,â Oilstripe explained, whiskers twitching. She licked drops of squirrel blood off her muzzle. âWhen I see them and Iâm alone, I like to ask them about their lives. Itâs not the sort of prophetic, supernatural knowledge they have to be careful with, so theyâre happy to share their stories with me.â
âThat must be wonderful, knowing what StarClan does in the territories like that,â Carnationspeckle hummed. She shifted awkwardly, glancing at where she thought Applepelt stood, and asked, âDo they talk about me at all? Do they watch over me?â
âAs much as anyone else, I suppose,â Oilstripe admitted. She left her squirrel on the sun dappled grass and sat closer to Carnationspeckle.
âDo your ancestors visit you?â Carnationspeckle asked. âRustshadeâs parents, your littermates, Sunstrike?â Oilstripe rubbed a paw deeper into the grass.
âI havenât seen Sunstrike at all,â Oilstripe muttered. âI donât know where she is. Locustseeker and Twinekit donât like to talk about her. I think sheâs ignoring me.â
âSometimes I feel the same way about StarClan as a whole,â Carnationspeckle sighed. Her fur drooped with her whiskers as she stared downwards. âIâve been in RippleClan since the beginning, but I havenât done anything amazing like you or Downstar or anyone else. Iâve just minded the camp. StarClan would rather put their efforts towards the heroes than the campbodies, I imagine.âÂ
Oilstripe pressed her nose into the soft fluff of Carnationspeckleâs neck. The brown molly gasped softly as Oilstripe gently groomed her fur.
âYouâre already a hero, Carnation,â Oilstripe assured her. âYou donât need to speak to ghosts or come back to life to be one. Iâve never met a kinder molly, or anyone I would rather share my life or nest with. Thatâs enough for me.â Carnationspeckle met Oilstripeâs eyes. She didnât breathe.Â
âYou want to be mates?â Carnationspeckle whispered.
âI already feel like your mate,â Oilstripe laughed, tucking her tail over Carnationspeckleâs, âso could we make it official? I want to put you first the way you put everyone else first.â Carnationspeckle nodded furiously as a soft whine built inside her.
âI would really like that,â Carnationspeckle cried. She pressed into Oilstripe as hard as she could. Oilstripe pressed back, wrapping around her new mate. Applepelt stood to the side, beaming like the brightest star in Silverpelt.
âHave fun, you two,â she chuckled. Oilstripe blinked, and all that remained of Applepelt was a shimmer of stardust dangling in the warm, still air.
âI hope you donât mind,â Oilstripe laughed into Carnationspeckleâs ear, âbut I had my father bring a witness. Come out, Rattlepelt.âÂ
Carnationspeckle gasped and pulled away as Rattlepelt and Rustshade stepped out of the brush. Rattlepelt wore the fox pelt covering she and Rabbitjoy had collected from Wildclawâs unfortunate victim moons ago, but it nearly fell off as Rattlepelt ran to Carnationspeckle.
âYouâre going to be so happy together,â Rattlepelt purred, rubbing against Carnationspeckle. Carnationspeckle laughed through her joyful cries and groomed Rattlepeltâs face. Oilstripe joined in, sharing tongues with both of her new family members. Their deep purrs scared away any ghostly worries that swam through Oilstripeâs mind.
Shadowdrop is happy to find his body finally pain free. Yet he watches Carnationspeckleâs celebration from afar, thinking of what could have been. Weedfoot tries to comfort him to no avail.
[Image ID: Weedfoot faces Shadowdrop, who watches a crowd surrounding Oilstripe and Carnationspeckle in the back. Under Shadowdrop, it says - CONDITION: BROKEN BONE. Under Weedfoot, it says - CONDITION: BLOOD LOSS.]
(Shadowdrop: 28, male, codekeeper, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)