#trinity*

Note: I’m trying to write a disability I don’t have.

Tw: Animal injury, mentions of death. Soon we’ll be free from one of those.

The two tons rush to the border, Trinity having to slow down a bit among the way so Crevasserise could catch up. Eventually, they met with the cat who called for them: A short, brown tom. Trinity stepped forward, hoping to not make this interaction seem scary for the others:

“So… Crevasserise, this is Taffy, one of my old… friends. Taffy, this is Crevasserise… Lightclan’s… medicine cat.”

Taffy dips his head in greeting, and Crevasserise hastily did the same. Taffy pulled his head back up as he looked the older medicine cat in the eyes. “Well, let’s cut to the chase. I want to join this clan, but I’m not really… good… at what warriors could do. I’m as good at fighting as a declawed kitten, and the only prey I’ve been able to catch are sleeping mice!”

Crevasserise looked at Trinity. “Does he get this from the time you spend together?”

“Yes. Just let him talk for a moment… he’s better at it than I am.”

Taffy just continued with his rant. “Is there anything much besides that? And before you say that medicine cat stuff, I want to have kits someday!”

Crevasserise wanted to point out that Lightclan allows that stuff, but took a deep breath instead. “Well, what’s the most important thing you have done?”

Taffy, clearly shocked he’d been asked that, hesitated to reply… “Well, I prevented this aggressive house cat from attacking Trinity using only my words… but I’m not sure if that’s also because her human was holding her back or-“

“You could be a mediator.” Crevassrise said.

“A what now?”

“They settle arguments in the clan and outside of it, and as far as I know, they are still allowed to have kits.”

“Are you sure about this? That seems awfully easy for such a serious clan…”

“It isn’t. Meet my niece once we get to camp! You’ll see!”

“…Ok. I guess I’ll trust… you…”

Taffy was found and invited into the clan.

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

Crevasserise walked through the territory to try to find what herbs had been left. He hoped Owlweb’s going to be ok… he’s a promising young warrior, but if that thing keeps bothering him… who knows what could happen?

Trinity decided to join Crevasserise on his journey, though he seemed more focused on the sky than anything else. “You say that the stars are all of our ancestors? What do they think of constellations? Would they be proud of being like… special?”

Crevasserise looked up as well. “You know… I haven’t thought about it. I hope they’re not offended by a joke I keep making…”

“What joke?” Trinity asked.

“Well, when I was back in Bulbclan, stargazing was how kits spent the night. I was sad that I couldn’t find any constellations so I just called any large group of stars I saw “The Bees.” I don’t think Brackenbreeze was proud of that… but I certainly was.”

“Brackenbreeze?”

“She’s my sister. I still remember her, even though we’re not in the same clan anymore. I told her about what I was planning with her kit, and she seemed supportive… but I knew she didn’t want to leave either.”

Trinity looked down for once, thinking… “Hmm… Is it okay if we make stuff up… together? I have nothing to do but wait… there’s someone over the border that wants to meet another clan cat.”

“Well… sure. It’s alright by me. We can call that group of stars “The Eagle’s Catch…” or maybe that one can be “The Lost Kit…” that could be “The Digging Mole…”

The two kept going on and on with the constellation naming, making sure every star was a part of one. Finally, a voice called out when Trinity was starting to fall asleep.

“Hey!”

Trinity jolted awake, nudging Crevasserise just in case he was staring to fall asleep as well. “He’s here! Come on!”

Crevasserise and Trinity make up constellations.

(Crevasserise: A short-furred orange rosette tom)

Trinity carefully steps out of camp, nose high as he looks for something. He likes being a Lightclan cat, really… but sometimes, he can’t help but think about his past life. There was no leaders, no healers, no complex relationships for him to be a part of. He was just… there. And he liked it. But he knew he needed protection. That other group of rogues is getting too powerful for his liking… but he could only hope they didn’t take-

“Trinity! Where have you been? I was getting worried!”

…Him. Trinity rushed towards the dark brown cat in sight of him, before nuzzling up against him. The other tom looked shocked at first, but nuzzled up against him as well.

“Taffy! It’s so good to see you, man! I’ve been meaning to tell you something…” Trinity pulled his head back…

Taffy tilted his head. “What is it?”

“I joined a clan! They were a little suspicious at first, but Flurry… dancer… managed to convince them that I wasn’t a sort of spy! They didn’t even make me change my name, which is perfect because… yeah…”

“Wait, Flurry’s in that clan too? No wonder I haven’t seen him either! Man, I should really get going if I want to catch up with you guys! …What’s the clan called, by the way?”

“I think it’s… Lightclan. Yeah. Lightclan. That sounds right. They’re a new clan, and they’re fighting that group of rogues that have been terrorizing some of these cats.”

“I was wondering when they’d start fighting back! Now… I’m not really sure if they allow for… not fighting of hunting… I kind of suck at both of those-“

A little voice squeaked up. “Hey! What are you guys talking about?”

Taffy ran off, and Trinity looked to see that the voice was… Vortexpaw’s. He… he didn’t know what to say. He just walked back to camp.

Vortexpaw became an apprentice, with Leopardscut as his mentor.

The clan has encountered Taffy.

(Trinity: A tall, medium-furred black and white tom)

(Taffy: a short, medium-furred rosette dark brown tom with lighter brown highlights)

(Vortexpaw: A medium-furred white and striped orange tom (PC: Body Biter))