She Was As Sweet As Sugar. [ Sugar & Fallen ]

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Sugar Cube

sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what she was made of.

Ever since Twopaw, a Windclan apprentice, had found Sugar Cube along the edge of the forest, the pure white she-cat had tagged along with her as the Clans journey continued. It hadn't taken Sugar Cube very long to come to terms with the fact that her chances of finding her way home were slim to none, and she quickly found herself faced with only two options to move forward with. She could abandon everything she'd ever known and tag along with the Clan cats, or she could trek through an endless winter trying to return to her human's house and likely perish in the cold.

It had been a tough decision to make, of course, but Sugar Cube had felt some comfort in learning that the two remaining Clans were in the same predicament as her. They too were forced to leave their home of many generations to go somewhere they had never been. It made her choice a little easier, but... Sugar Cube had yet to be fully accepted into the clan.

Twopaw assured her that the Clans needed more helping paws, but it left Sugar Cube at a bit of an impasse. Which Clan would she choose? Should she join Windclan, just because she already knew Twopaw? She didn't really understand the differences between the two or why the obviously struggling Clans didn't just combine forces and unit under one name.

In order to pick a 'side', as it were, Sugar Cube needed to become educated. She couldn't just play a game of eeny meeny miny moe to decide which clan to join, she needed to know what and who she was fighting for. Twopaw had assured her Clan life wouldn't be easy, so Sugar Cube needed to be confident in her choice.

With a new plan of action, Sugar Cube began observing both sides equally. She watched how cats communicated with each other, and more importantly, who these 'high ranks' of each Clan were. Twopaw had pointed out both of the leaders to her, a fat golden tabby named Mushroomstar, and a tall, skinny feline with a coat as bright as a fox who went by the name of Fallenstar. These two toms would be the most important factor in picking which Clan to join.

It had been confusing to gage the two felines personality without directly interacting with them, but Sugar Cube didn't want to approach them uninformed. She wanted to do this correctly, to ensure she wouldn't be chased off, especially now that they were so far out from the city. Her decision hadn't been fully made until the other day, directly after the event that was the fox attacks.

Only one leader had made a real effort to protect his Clan. Only one leader had put himself in danger to prevent another cat from suffering potentially fatal injuries. Only one leader had avenged one of his Clanmates deaths, despite both sides suffering a casualty. Fallenstar was the obvious choice. If Fallenstar was willing to risk his life for his Clan, Sugar Cube could risk her life for him.

It was decided.

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The very next morning, Sugar Cube rose bright and early from the small divot she had dug in the snow to act as her nest for the night and immediately started in the direction where Shadowclan had settled to sleep. The long fur on her tail curled at the tips and bounced with her movements, her pale amber eyes determined to locate the bright red feline she had been observing for so long.

For the first time, Sugar Cube made herself truly known to the Clan cats as she walked amongst them, not an ounce of fear in her stance as she walked calmly up to Fallenstar. As soon as he noticed her presence, Sugar Cube picked up her right paw and bowed, lowering the front half of her body closer to the ground for a brief moment before returning to her full height. At ten months old, Sugar Cube was nearly her full height. The only thing that made her stand out from the rogues around them was the pink, faux leather collar around her neck and the rose-gold metal tag attached to it.

"Greetings, you are Fallenfox, are you not?" Sugar Cube meowed in a friendly tone. "My name is Sugar Cube. I stumbled across your group about a week ago, but you'll have to forgive me for not making myself known sooner. I wanted to be fully prepared to meet you."

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|| FALLENSTAR || || LEADER OF SHADOWCLAN || Do I look lonely? || W O R D S || 710 || Theme || || "Death of a Bachelor" || || P!ATD ||     He had acknowledged the approaching cat as he sat on a mound of hardened snow that was a little higher so that he could view every feline member of his clan and as he rolled through names and their roles in his head, he had yet to place this molly approaching him. He nodded to her and let a smile cover his maw and discarded the thoughts of what had happened during the attacks from his mind. He no longer could count the body that he had known well as Marigoldpelt and knowing that there were causalities caused a heavy stone to weigh on his heart and soul. Even in his fury and bloodlust, he had not been able to protect them all and he kicked himself at that fact.     As the white feline got closer, he noticed the tags jangling at her throat and the image of tearing them right off crossed his mind. One flick of his claws and it would be torn and at her feet; discarded as a past memory one blocked out of their thoughts. Thoughts swirled in his skull and he turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of the rogues that had lain further away but still collectively with the larger group. He furry, cream pelt of a tom titled DeNiro had his own collar of restriction around his neck but he wore one with a different meaning. Something about it was used to resemble power and strike fear into others. This she-cat though, her collar had nothing to do with what the tom’s represented and so he let this thought pass. He let her come closer and he restrained the feeling of reaching out and even just letting the rosy tinted tag rest on a paw of his own. Oh, the life of a kittypet. What would it be like to eat dry pebbles and wet mush out of dishes at set times everyday? Fallenstar could not even imagine. But, alas, this cat was here, with the clans, and he wondered what she wore this out of place item for.     She spoke softly and he could tell by her tone that she was just as sweet as the name bestowed upon her. He stifled a chuckle at that. Sugar Cube. What an odd name. Those twolegs must not be too creative. What? Seeing random items and naming their pets after them. Fallenstar recalled once meeting a cat owned by a twoleg and she had been named Oatmeal. Now what ever this oatmeal was, the cat had always told him it was tasteless so Fallenstar had a vague idea that it was something to be consumed. But why eat something if it did not taste good? Mouse tasted good, therefore he ate it; fish tasted somewhat okay, but he didn’t choose to eat it. So why would someone do different.     He cleared his throat and let his drawling voice fill the morning air. “Why hello my sweet dear. You have journeyed a long way from your nest. Did you mean to do this? Or have you been displaced? Unfortunately, we shall not be journeying backwards and therefore we must go forward. That would mean, if you are to travel upon your paws with us, you can not go backward.” His words were like a riddle, but one that was already solved, as if as he told the riddle, he also explained what it meant and how to get to the conclusion and answer of it.     “I am the feline who goes by the dubbing of Fallenstar. Lovely to make your acquaintance Sugar Cube. What a dastardly name for a beautiful cat like you. For you do not seem to be gritty at all. Although maybe you were named for the substances sweet flavour. You are quite forgiven my darling for introducing yourself to strangers is always nerve-wracking as in my experience at least. But I must come to the assumption that you have been watching us all. Watching me then. Watching how we interact.” He paused and his green eyes locked on her’s as he rose from his seated position. “Come, my dear. Let us walk and we shall discuss your situation among ourselves and you may ask me whatever you please.” MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 I see the shadows on my face People have told me I don't look the same

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Sugar Cube

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. That's what she was made of.

"Yes, it was intentional," Sugar Cube replied with a nod of her head when Fallenstar pointed out just how far from home she was. "I have spent several days considering my options and I think that you will agree with my reasoning, once you hear my story."

Sugar Cube listened to every word that fell from Fallenstars lips. He was a very respectable and polite tom and she found his speech patterns to be intriguing. Fallenstar had a habit of speaking in riddles where Sugar herself spoke in a very sophisticated manner, yet the two cats shared a southern accent. In this way, Fallenstar reminded the white she-cat of home.

As Fallenstar rose to his paws, Sugar Cube found herself dipping her head again. "Thank you," she meowed, stepping off to the side for a moment to allow the tom to pass by before trailing after them. She hadn't expected Fallenstar to give her his undivided attention but found herself relaxing in his presence. She was a very trusting cat and saw no reason to fear the Clan leader.

"I was born into the 'kittypet' life," Sugar Cube began once they left earshot of the other cats. She even remembered some of the terms Twopaw had taught her for a conversation just like this one. "I had always been content in my home with my owner, but she had always been a fragile old woman. She was very sickly, and I think this past moon marked her last days with me." Sugar Cube kept her voice strong, not wanting to appear weak in front of the very tom that could decline her request to join his Clan. "On my final morning, Mary Ann did not wake with the sun. I remained with her throughout the day, watching as her skin paled and attempting to keep her cooling body warm with my own. I did not want to think of her passing, but once her kitten came around that evening, it was impossible to ignore the grief that clouded her face."

"A couple of strange..." Sugar Cube paused to search for the right word. "Ah, twolegs. A pair of twolegs came in and took Mary Ann out of the nest, just as my owners kit shoved me into a dreadfully cramped crate and began carrying me to her..." Another pause. "Monster. I had foolishly thought I would be taken to see Mary Ann, wherever that may be, but fate appeared to have other plans for me." The young molly swished her fluffy tail around her, curling it around her body like a security blanket. "I ended up being abandoned in a place I had never been before. I was completely alone, without a clue of which way to even begin walking, and I was chased by dogs. I ran until my paw pads bled and it was only when fate showed me her face again that, a few days later, I met up with a Windclan cat named Twopaw."

"I apologize for what I'm about to request from you, Fallenstar, but I fear I don't have any other choice. I wish to join your Clan and learn your ways, to have someplace I can call home again. I know better than to think it will be easy for a she-cat like me, a simple girl who has never set a paw outside her very own garden, but I have nowhere to return home to." Sugar Cube turned her pale amber gaze to Fallenstar as she spoke to him, her expression showing just a hint of the sadness that she felt inside. "I've been observing how you run your Clan, and I could see myself happily following you wherever you were to lead. You're a gracious tom, one who values dignity and respect, which is why I have chosen to ask you over the feline known as Mushroomstar. If you were to allow me to join your Clan, I promise you that I will work tirelessly to earn my stay."

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