Say my name [♡] private

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 After the run in with that first MistClanner, Jaysong found herself patrollng the clan's borders more often, green eyes narrowed as she stalked along the border. It was high noon, the sun beating down on her as she walked along side the border. She was sure the black tom wouldn't be back ever again, considering she had beat him to the ground; literally. No MistClanner stood a chance against her! She'd be the mighty warrior of the for- oh hello. She paused, spotting a red Tom in the distance. A MistClanner.

 "OI, SUSY!" she yowled, charging forward to challenge him.

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While Rushflow didn't hate patrolling these new borders, he definitely didn't like it. While it was better than the ash-stricken fields of the old territories, it would never be satisfactory. Nothing would be satisfactory because nothing would ever be like the mountains Rushflow had grown up on. The tom stopped in his tracks, his paws feeling the wetness of the grass and dirt beneath him. He took a deep inhale, filling himself with all of his inhibitions and doubts. Those who spoke ill of him, those who wished to hurt him, and all of those in between. As he exhaled, an equally deep amount of air escaping his lungs, those doubters and inhibitions left him as well. Rushflow smiled to himself, now calm. Now all he had to do was finish this patrol and-

"OI, SUSY!" shouted a voice from across the meadow, ringing in the MistClan deputy's ears. What in the name of StarClan? thought the tom as he turned to face the source of the voice. A she-cat was approaching him. As he saw her grow closer, he sort of recognized her, by scent and sight. The flash of her green eyes further led Rush to her identity. She's from IvyClan, realized Rush, but the way she's running at me. Is there a problem? He had no idea what the hell she yelled at him, but he'd entertain this. 

"Hello?" he asked, raising his voice slightly as she sped towards him. 

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Jaysong skidded to to stop, green eyes narrowed at the red tom. She was about as close toast his face as she could get, her short size not helping, and the invisible wall between her and the MistClanner keeping them from touching. She pinned her ears. "You're a MistClanner, right? Mind explaining why one of your warriors was here on MothClan turf a few days ago?" She asked, referring to the ebony tom that she had beaten back then. She twitched her whiskers, settling back onto her haunches. "You haven't been stealing prey, have ya? If you have, I'm afraid I'll have to chase you MistClanners all the way back to the mountain!" She threatened.

Empty threats, Jaysong. She lashed her tail, looking him up and down. Where had she seen him from... oh! A look of alarm flashed across her face and she perked her ears. "You're the MistClan deputy, right?" She exclaimed. "Well, if you're the deptuy, tell your clan to stay on their side, will ya?" Heck, she was hardly giving him a chance to respond to anything before her jabber mouth got going again. The dark tabby narrowed her eyes again, fluffing up to appear bigger.

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Rushflow was somewhat taken aback when the she-cat got close, the anger in her eyes apparent. Well, looks like I made the wrong choi- The she-cat immediately began to tear into Rushflow, her emerald eyes flashing up at him furiously. Rushflow listened to her sentiments, not really sure how to respond. Mothclan? he thought, his mind wandering to the psuedo-clan that had quickly formed when they had found their homes. They actually take themselves this seriously? He continued to listen, intently looking into her eyes with his own pale green hues, trying to find something underneath her gaze. It wasn't long before he was entranced. It took him an extra second to realize she was finished, and he quickly cleared his throat and spoke up, his voice amused. 

"Well," he mewed," I can certainly promise you we've taken no food from you, as we have no need to. On the subject of one of my warriors being on your clan's turf, I'd like their name and description, if possible. That's not okay by any means, and I'd be very disappointed to find out that one of my warriors was disrespecting your boundaries. Although..." his voice got slightly lower," it is a bit much to say you'd chase me back to the mountains." He laughed at this, taking a moment to clear his eyes up a little. He looked at her again. She was pretty. 

'No, no, no,' he mentally cuffed himself,' Bad Rushflow. You do this literally every time, dude.'

Rushflow's consciousness resisted. She is really pretty, Rush. Who's to say you can't have a nice chat?

'No,' he scolded himself harshly, 'the last time you had a nice chat you almost became a father.'

Ooh, good point, Rushflow's consciousness admitted. Rushflow quickly silenced his inner debate. 

Rushflow cleared his throat again. "Is that all you wanted to say?" he asked, his ears pricking. His tail flicked subconsciously. 

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Jaysong was quickly turning into the the mom that wants to speak to your manager. She grunted. "He was tall, taller than you. And black. But weak." She described him quietly, calming herself. This tom was reasonible and had a pretty face to. She smirked to herself, standing to flick her tail and tilt her head to her shoulder a bit, flexing her claws.

"You don't believe I could chase you back to the mountains? I could. Ask your warrior." She said, standing as tall and she could
"You look like some pretty mama's boy, honestly." She half insulted, flicking her ears indifferently. He did look like that and he had yet to prove otherwise. Sure, he was handsome, but that wasn't enough to impress good ol' jayseong.

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Rushflow repeated Jaysong's description tonhimself a couple times in his head. Oh, that's easy, he thought, that's Raven. Idiot. Did this she-cat really beat the mess out of him? Is that why he looked so banged up? I'm going to have to talk to him about that. The deputy sighed before looking down again at the "MothClan" she-cat. As she started to taunt him, a smile flashed onto his face. She didn't really know who she was talking to, right? Rushflow was the king of taunts. He wasn't ready for her next words, though. 

"You look like some pretty mama's boy, honestly", the words came down like a deafening crash, taking Rush out of his comfort zone and throwing him onto the Thunderpath. The roars of monsters and the smell of smoke and death filled all of Rushflow's senses, the bright lights of the monsters' eyes blinding his vision. Mama's boy. On the surface, Rushflow only looked slightly unnerved by the words. The tom's expression grew somewhat cold. 

"I didn't earn the title of deputy being some kind of pushover," he mewed, his voice low," I didn't have to leave my clan to prove my worth. I fought for everything, even when I had nothing. I learned that strength has more to do than just picking fights at borders. I'd be happy to show you that strength anytime. Just ask." His expression went back to its normal amused state, and he winked at her playfully. 

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Jaysong stiffened, mostly because her roleplayer had screwed up and gotten carried away (HAH) with this rp. She didn't mean to trigger him, she wasn't even aware of it. She looked at him, muscles stiff, tail fluffed up, and her expression eerily unreadabld compared to her earlier personality. Her head dropped, almost as if saying sorry. He had her interest now. He had her caught. And he had already revealed plenty about himself. She wouldn't make the same mistake.

"Who are you? And when I say that, I don't mean your name. A name wouldn't tell me that you're more than just some stuck up MistClanner. It wouldn't tell me you're a warrior." She spoke lowly, green eyes slits. He should take it as a compliment, because in a way, it was. It was her way of showing that she knew he was something more powerful than her and that she wouldn't qillingly fight. He had something live to for. He was a lot like her, she was sure. He'd get bit and then he'd get mad. That's how she was. The more hurt she was, the madder she got. And rhe madder she got...? The more deadly she was.

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Rushflow noticed the change in the MothClan warrior's posture, but didn't mention it. For a clan that seemed so obsessed with aggression and dominance, it was almost as if she had conceded what she had been saying. Her voice was different when she spoke again; there was compassion and empathy within her words. The deputy felt something spark within himself as her words hit him; There was a fiery warmth inside the tom. Then the reality of the she-cat's question hit him, her green eyes flashing at him as she waited for his reply. 

Who I am? the tom repeated to himself in his head, finding himself entranced in the she-cat's eyes again. Rushflow found the answer relatively quickly. "I don't know who I am," he replied, his eyes darting away to his own paws," Sometimes I think that I know what kind of cat I am, that I'm brave, that I'm strong, that I'm rightfully deputy.... but other times I know the truth in that it's simply not the case. It doesn't matter, anyway. I just want to take care of the cats that I care about. That's all I want and that's all I ever wanted." And for some reason, that just can't happen. It never will. 

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Jaysong listened to him intently before moving so she could flick his shoulder with her tail comfortingly, eyes soft. There it was. A glimmer of what she used to be, of the Jaysong we all know and love. That sweet, motherly nature in her face. "Not all those who wonder are lost. I'm sure you'll find who you are." She muttered wisely, finally deciding to let her guard down. She trusted him, surprisingly. She didn't know why. "I'm Jaysong, by the way."

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Not all those who wonder are lost. Her words resonated something deep within the deputy. He threw a glance at the sky, the marvelous blue glancing back down at him. Jaysong, she said her name was. It was a beautiful name, something surprisingly delicate for a MothClan warrior. Rushflow looked back at her with new interest. "Rushflow," he responded, bowing his head respectfully.