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Finn was a train wreck of a cat. The tom couldn't take ten steps without huffing and puffing, his tiny white body shuddering in the cold as he trudged after his littermates. He could do it. He knew he could. Admittedly, it didn't help that he couldn't see more than a fox-length or so clearly in front of himself. Everything beyond that became increasingly blurry, to the point it was just colorful shapes to him, as though he were constantly walking through a fog. Still, the tiny cat powered on, despite his wheezing at the journey to BrookClan's territory, his gold and blue eyes determined, but hiding how tired he truly felt. They were almost there, he could make it.
Not so far away, within BrookClan territory, Lakeveil was taking a walk. The Dvorayne was walking along the border alone, in a rare moment with out her twin, considering what had brought her to this point. Kerrigan was gone, her mother was dead, and now she had allied herself with Tasman in return for Springlockedgrave's former position as Vrachii. It was funny, really, how this was the second time she was helping overthrow one family for another, but this time, she had far more influence. Before, it had taken threats and convincing to make her family side with them, and now, she was Head of Sterling House, leading a noble family, and they'd follow her to the ends of the earth as they grieved for her mother. Except for Cesare, of course, but the tom had always been terrible.
What the blue-gray feline hadn't been expecting, was the arrival of cats at the border, cats no older than Kadets, with features that made bells ring in the back of her mind, as though she should know who exactly she was looking at. All the same, the she-cat paused at the presence of the five cats, her mossy eyes drifting calmly over them as she waited for them to near and state their business.
Raine was at the head of the group. Her yellow eyes planted in front of her as she listened to Finn's labored breathing behind her. "Finn. Speak up if you need to rest. We can't go into Brookclan territory with you huffing and puffing like that." Her voice was very much a mother's tone. Her fur bristled as the anxiety came off her in waves for her asthmatic brother. She knew Finn would be frustrated, maybe even combative, towards his sister's comments, but it was only for his best interest. She could feel Grisha's presence behind her slow down causing her to slow down herself. She let out an annoyed sigh. "Grisha, don't say it." She knew where this was going. Her youngest brother was about to rip into Finn like he always did when their brother slowed them down. This wasn't a new occurrence between the two of them. To Grisha Finn was a liability and a danger to the family line.
Grigoriy's jaws slowly closed as his eldest sister scolded him before he could even do anything, eyes cutting to her and narrowing. The small tom pouting before deciding he wouldn't let her assume she knew him so well. "I haven't even done anything yet!" He objected hotly, his eyes, a sickly yellow green, flashing. "We can stop this whole convoy so Finn can catch his breath but I'm not allowed to speak? What is this favoritism. If mother was around she wouldn't let that stand." Fuming the tom dropped back further in the line, tossing a vicious look towards Finn before taking up the rear.
A silent protest to what he saw as unfair behavior. Raine could use his affectionate nickname all she wanted, the tom wouldn't be fooled. The eldest babied Finn and there was no room for Grisha within her scope of care. He could clearly see that, he could see it with all of them. He was the youngest and yet they all seemed to treat him like a nuisance; they should be taking care of him more and worrying about Finn less. Finn was fine, he didn't even want them babying him.
Grisha was right, in a sense. Finn absolutely didn't want the pity, and he shot a glare at Raine. He was fine. Well, that was what he told himself, anyway. "If you want to go find her and complain about your terrible treatment be my guest. Let us know how that works out for you." He snapped back breathlessly, the wheezing detracting somewhat from the insult. Even so, his mocking, irritated tone came through. Mom wasn't here, so what she'd have done didn't matter and Finn was sick of Grigoriy's attitude, just as much as he was done with Raine's babying.
Raine flicked her ear in irritation at her little brother's outburst. At first it was just pure annoyance at Grisha's whining, but her demeanor changed when the comment about their mother hit her ears. She twirled around to face her brother, her claws digging into the soft earth as if she had to refrain herself from slashing them across his cheek, and her tail lashed behind her. "Well, mother isn't around, now is she? She left us. When are you going to get used to that?!" Her outburst was sudden and she quickly realized that she was taking her anger for her mother’s abandonment out on Grisha. The outrage melted off her face and replaced itself with regret. She unflexed her claws from the dirt and lowered her tail as she exhaled a pent up breath.
"I'm sorry Grisha. I didn't mean to snap at you..." She trailed off. She should have left it there but her pride was too high to admit she was wrong. "but you need to understand Mom isn't coming back, and you need to understand that I love you all equally. Finn has limitations. You need to be a good brother and be understanding of those limitations." She scolded.
"and Finn." She turned her attention to the tom. Her eyes narrowing as she prepared to lecture him as well. "You need to understand this too. You have to stop pushing yourself. You're a royal. We were born into the strongest family line in the monarchy. One of the first families. You're a prince, Finn. They don't know us, but they will eventually, and if you keep pushing yourself like this they will only remember you as the weak link." Her words were harsh. Not to Raine of course, everything she said was logical and only for the well-being of the family.
Grisha flinched back, in fear of Raine, and at the harsh reminder of their mothers abandonment. He remembered early mornings curled against her side, her soft tail petting his pack, and the stories she wove to him of their family line; of their bright future. Anastasia, while cruel perhaps to his siblings, had always babied Grigoriy. Had always had time for him or an ear to lend. When she had abandoned them he had refused to accept it. Had screamed and cried and refused to be budged, had sat, waiting, starving himself until Raine finally dragged them all away.
To be reminded that his mother, the one he thought would be with him forever, had abandoned them made his lip quiver. But as Raine's words continued it firmed and his watery eyes dried, a fierce scowl and bristling fur overtaking his countenance once more. "If we want them to know us, then perhaps we should get a move on." He observed dryly, wanting to throw a fit but knowing enough to know now was not the time. The black tom refused the urge to stomp forward to the front, knowing Raine would just overtake him once more. And because he had just put himself in the back; he didn't want the others to think him silly.
Nadine brushed against Raine and leaned into her, supportive. “You know, I am quite tired,” she told the group softly, her voice a soothing purr. “Can we rest for a few moments? Maybe Grisha can scout ahead and see if we’re close yet, or find something to eat. I could use a meal, can’t you, Petra?”
Her pleading gaze fell upon her quiet sister with an encouraging smile. Some food ought to help their brother recover some, and buy them more time for him to catch his breath.
"Why would I be the one hunting for us!" Grisha complained rather loudly once more, fierce pout deepening. "I'll scout ahead though," He continued, muttering under his breath. 'I could use a break from all of you.' The small tom started stomping forward without waiting for Raine to respond to Nadine. Making sure to toss both his older sisters a snotty look as he stormed past them, and disappearing ahead. "Maybe I'll get killed by a rouge and you can all feel bad about how you treat me!" He shouted in parting over his shoulder.
She looked between her siblings, her tail low. It was clear that she was uncomfortable, especially with the bringing up of their mother so callously. Of course, she knew that it was improper at best to assume her siblings weren't affected by the abandonment, but the abandonment was a deep wound in her heart, a symbol that she wasn't good enough. Still, when she heard Nadine respond to her, she seemed to come back into focus from the drifting that she had done.
"Oh, uh... yeah... that would be good," she murmured, her voice its normal half-noise. She then looked to her brother, who had still not gotten over whatever ant had crawled in his pelt. If she was the one to be more outspoken, she would tell him to give it a break, but she wasn't. Instead, all she could find herself doing was blinking slowly as he walked away. "Hopefully we aren't too far...."
