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    Brush had officially spent his first night in Windclan. It felt strange to the gray tom, yet familiar. Now he stood by himself in the early morn, lost and unsure. He was clueless as to what would happen next. Having just joined, and previously never even hearing of a clan, he had no idea of their customs or ranks. For now, Brush looked alongside the camp, wondering if he could ask the assistance of a more wizened (than he) clanner.


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    He had spotted the gray tom sitting some distance away from him as he ate his breakfast but did nothing yet, Iconoclast wanted to finish his rabbit first and then he'd go and be friendly. The soft prey animal was beneath his paws and he took his time cutting open its side with his teeth and pulling the stringy ribbons of meat loose to chew on, his expression thoughtful.
    After a moment, the rabbit only partially eaten, he picked it up between his teeth and slowly padded over to Brush with an inviting smile across his maw only somewhat hindered by the food in his mouth. Dropping it next to the ashen tom he settled down to sit himself with his paws laced over one another and his tail curled about his pale form.
    "Morning! You're new aren't you? I'm Iconoclast, pleasure to meet you...settling in alright?"
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    Brush perked up from his still half-asleep stance when he noticed someone approaching. He first noted the tom's fur color, and then his missing eye. It was a normal thing, but noticeable all the same. "Ah, good morning, sir," he began, his 'childish regality' kicking back in, having now listened to Iconoclast's introduction. "My name is Brush. I...got here last night, actually. This is my first time having ever seen a clan before. I used to live in a tribe under my father but, we were attacked and I fear I'm the last survivor. I've been worried about your customs; they are no doubt different than mine. Would you mind teaching me some?" Brush shifted the tip of his tail--his tail of which was a bright white coloring at the base and slowly fading into black at the end, earning his name Brush-- over his paws as he spoke, trying to be polite about the whole ordeal.


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    He wasn't use to being called 'sir' but it brought an amused smile to his maw regardless. Iconoclast was old enough to warrant it, at least, so there was no need to be bothered about it. He was just a more casual sort of fellow, preferring first name basis with everyone and happy to just take things in stride.
    "Well met Brush." The albino stated calmly as he listened to his tale. A tribal cat then? He knew of a few tribes back in his youth, though they now were more-or-less wiped out or taken over. The Tribe of Rushing Water, the Tribe of Burning Eclipse; though he was certain that latter one was slowly being rebuilt now.
    "I'm sorry to hear of your troubles, you'll be safe here in WindClan at least." Which was all he could really offer in condolences to the other. "As for customs its not too difficult to catch on. We're a peaceful clan really, we don't care much for needless violence. WindClan is a fair place, they even allowed me to join and I was once member and leader of BloodClan itself."
    Most knew but BloodClan had always had a violent relationship with WindClan, back to the days of Gravelstar herself, before the clans shifted to a more neutral standpoint and lost the old religions.
    "We patrol, we hunt, we keep our borders under careful scrutiny and when the time comes we defend." He chuckled softly, "As long as you don't go about attacking anyone you should do fine, Brush! Also, a fitting name, if I do say so.." With his own white tail he flicked it in a point to the other male's in amusement. It did look like his tail was a paint brush of sorts, didn't it?
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    The apprentice-tom listened intently to Iconoclast, nodding to show attention. "I...I see, that's very helpful to know. I appreci--ate..." Brush glanced down at a little kit that had drawn near. "Well, good morning little one," Brush said warmly, smiling at the shy kit. "You are up early, I see. That's a good trait you have there."

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    Ah yeah, that kid that was apprehensive about using his powers. She faintly remembered it, but everything was beginning to blend into one at the moment. Maybe she should take some time out or something, but then again, she had a tendency to slip in and out of conscious thought and realms often. It's a bit of a pickle really.


    "Hey kid, trust nothing has gone horribly wrong yet?"
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    "Ah, Anima, was it?" Brush spoke, raising his sight from Daisykit towards the familiar face. "Nothing's wrong. Just thought I'd learn more about the clan." Brush shook his head. "I have to admit, I still feel a bit clueless."


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    The pale tom smiled to each who joined their little chat, pausing in his nod to watch Anima with a wary glance but she was very agreeable and friendly today. Sometimes he could never tell what to make of the unruly female, but he liked her just fine regardless.
    "Well, if its some history you'd like I'm a walking text book of it." He flicked a tail to Daisykit and Anima, inviting them to take a seat.
    "I'm old enough to remember one of your first leaders and her reign entirely, Gravelstar. She was rumored to have more than nine lives given how long she managed to lead this clan and her time was laced with a peaceful era, despite the feud WindClan had with BloodClan for the longest time."
    From the day he was born in BloodClan he'd been raised to hate Proclanners and now here he was in a ProClan. It never stopped amusing him.


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    Brush's curiosity piqued at the mention of Bloodclan again. "Ah, you had said you were once a leader of this Bloodclan. Were there many feuds and grudges between the clans? Or was this a rarity?" he asked. Even still, he wanted to ask about those nine lives... 'I thought nine lives were a myth!' he thought to himself. 'can it really be true?'

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    "Probably not been round here as long as granddad, but feuds are pretty common. When I lived in Arcadianclan, Bloodclan was feared by idiots. Proclans let anticlans walk all over them, and it annoyed the fuck out of me.


    But, here we are. Bloodclan got replaced by the Exiles as the big baddies. I am no longer a member of Arcadianclan and I led the Rift, an anti-clan. It's all pretty chill and cyclical." Anima offered, taking a seat as she gave a nod to Iconolast. She was feeling rather chill today, she didn't want to start an argument with anyone.
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    Brush nodded in understanding. "Also, Iconoclast you said that Gravelstar might have had 'more than nine lives'? I always thought that nine lives was just a kit-tale. Are you telling me that clan cats actually have nine lives?" Brush felt a bit small at saying that; if everyone else had nine lives compared to him, then he'd have to work nine times as hard.


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    He smiled, times have changed-he felt older than he was as a result. "Yes, it was normal. A long time ago all leaders were blessed with nine lives from whatever religion it is they worshipped, from StarClan to NightClan to the Field of mists where I got mine, to the tribe of endless hunting. Nowadays extra lives can be claimed by taking them from others..."
    It was a bit morbid, he'd never liked the idea of stealing souls for longevity. When you die you should be free to your peace in the afterlife, not sucked up into some sadist who wants to live forever.
    "It was a joke among most that Gravelstar had more than one, her reign was long and prosperous for many years. I met her once on the battle field as a fresh from training apprentice and she ruined me."
    Sent him head over heels tumbling down the gorge, it was Blackbird who'd grabbed his tail and yanked him back up with a scolding to pick his battles more carefully next time.
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    Brush nodded sagely. "I see...that is a terrifying prospect, the ability to claim lives from another," he spoke grimly. "But I can see how a leader would find many lives useful. I believe that answers my questions for today, thank you." Brush looked up at the sky; it was still quite early. "Perhaps today I could get some more training in..." He said aloud to himself. "I need the practice."