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His ear twitched back. Warriors were so stubborn. He was walking away, offering her the perfect opportunity to forget he was here and continue her grand plan, and she insisted on a fight. What happened to SummerClan cats being weak-willed pacifists?
Her will might not be weak, but her attack was. Stormstar turned and swatted at her half-heartedly, his claws sheathed, and she ducked out of his range. At this rate, it would take her a thousand blows to take him down.
"There goes back-up," he mused, looking past her to the fleeing Juniperdust. It wasn't apparent if he was talking to Sunpetal or himself. If the she-cat had the courage to join the battle, she might have turned the tide and picked the victor herself; she could be a hero, but instead, she was setting herself up to be a failure no matter how the battle turned. A pity. Stormstar could have used the assistance, but he could manage on his own.
Still, Stormstar did not attack. His gaze drifted back to Sunpetal eventually, unfazed by the fury in her eyes. "Where's the rest of your clan?" he asked. "Coming back here alone was... shortsighted."
SUMMER Foxpaw looked at Fallenredemption. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. They could do it together, right? The NightClan cat's words rang in his ear: if he left this other cat, he would be condemning him to death. He'd no longer be the hero Sunpaw thought he was. But, deep down, he knew that he had to live. He had to make it out of this. If Fallenredemption was telling him to go, it meant that he thought he could handle it, right? Tears welled in his eyes as he gave one last offensive, slashing his claws across the NightClan cat's face, before he took off, leaving the other alone... "I'll come back for you," he promised, although the tom was fully aware that by the time he returned, Fallenredemption's time would be over. [ fox is runnin away
- For a moment, the memory of Rosethorn faded from his mind, replaced for a moment with a soul-consuming rage. He should have known before this moment that Coyotewild had been Phantomfox the whole time. How had the two really not interacted before this moment? His jaw clenched slightly as the water crashed against him. He took a few steps closer to the shore; at the end of the day, he knew the furhter out they were, the greater the chance that this was a losing battle. Howlingheart thought that perhaps it was a losing battle anyways; Phantomfox was a monster, and he was the first cat who really got in the way of him getting what he wanted: Rosethorn. That probably didn't bode well for him.
"Funny that you should say that," he meowed, his eyes narrowed. God, he hoped Rosethorn was taking her out. She needed to get away and fast. "Especially since I wasn't the one there that day." His words were surprisingly cold, moons of emotion finally bubbling to the surface. "But, I guess I should have known that the ravenous tom Rosethorn told me about was you. After all, I guess when you let one cat die, it's easy to take your next kill."
He took his gaze off his brother for a moment, not to look at Rosethorn, but to look up to the sky. Please, let me save her. Whatever happened next - Howlingheart couldn't imagine it would be good - he prayed that the other would manage to get out. He would be okay with whatever happened, as long as she was okay. Phantomfox was right; Howlingheart hadn't been able to save his sister. But, this was his second chance to make his life mean something. He then turned back to Phantomfox, lunging forward through the water at him. "And to think, you used to be my hero," he growled as his body, weighed down by the water, once again collided with his brother's.
The NightClan she-cat let out a grunt as Fallenredemption thumped her against the ground underneath his own weight. Just as she was dragging herself back to her paws, listening to his very brave and valiant sacrifice, Foxpaw slashed her back down with his claws against her cheek. By the time she blinked the blood out of her eyes, growling endlessly in her throat and rubbing at her face with her paw, the apprentice was far in the distance — and she still had this idiot weighing her down. This wasn’t fun anymore.
Kicking out with her back paws, she knocked the Red Guard away from her and rolled onto her belly, annoyed and put off more than she could say that she’d been thwarted from capturing her prey by this final stand. “I’m sure they’ll sing songs about you,” she told Fallenredemption as she circled around, claws unsheathed. “I’m sure you won’t at all be forgotten.”
Her eyes, picking out every weakness and feasting on it, darted down to the way the Red Guard’s front legs were shaking from having to support both their weights earlier. With that, a grin spreading across her face, she launched herself at Fallenredemption, crashing his legs out from under him so that he toppled down atop her. In the mess of limbs, his claws kicking out and tearing her bloody, she writhed her way forward and, after a brief, single moment in which their eyes locked — him knowing what was coming, gaze so huge and black and shining, and her almost piteous — plunged her teeth into his throat. But rather than just letting him bleed out, she gave him a gentle death, one that, with her body pressed against his, was almost comforting, like being back in the nursery: finding his windpipe amid all the gore, she fastened her teeth around it and softly squeezed. Slowly, so slowly, the thrashing of his paws eased until there was only the odd little kick, weak and kit-like; his claws, imbedded in her skin, sheathed. One remained unsheathed only because it was hooked into her fur, and it kept his forepaw twisted and raised even as his others settled to the ground.
Blood gushed over her face and throat and chest, hot and dark. A cold, leaf-fall breeze blew and then the blood was icy, just a cold pool soaking her through. When at last she felt his heartbeat slow and stop against the roof of her mouth, she gently let him go and slipped her muzzle out of his throat. She looked down at him, almost sadly; his eyes were wide and glazed and staring, his jaws parted. She reached over a paw and closed his mouth, then his eyes. “Find StarClan now,” she murmured to the enemy combatant, voice sombre and genuine, and then stood and headed for the beach still covered in the blood of the SummerClan warrior who had died to save an apprentice he hardly knew. ashestoashes <3
SUMMERCLAN
Doe backed out of the water and onto the beach, guiding Shaded up with gentle assurances and encouragements. “That’s it,” he told him quietly, going back to limping now that he was on dry land once again, voice so tired and soft. “You big idiot,” Doe purred in relief when Shaded dragged himself free of the water, stepping forward to touch their noses together with a burnt out, crooked little grin and bury his forehead in Shaded’s drenched chest fur; it dripped water all over his paws, which were already covered in sand. He was so proud of him for facing his fears.
He didn’t look around at all until the other tom was safely on the sand; only then did he raise his head and turn to take in the cove, the towering cliffs, the other cats already there, coughing up salt water or curled up to sleep. He let out a deep breath; they’d done it, for now. And his paw almost felt soothed by the swim, like he’d been through physical therapy. The night hadn’t been all bad. Doe was just about to collapse where he stood when Orchiddrop’s plea reached him; he looked up forlornly, and it was difficult to tell whether it was because of what she was saying or because he was just so deliriously tired and he was mourning his own inability to give in and curl up somewhere with Shaded and finally forget everything for just a few hours. “Yes,” he replied, slightly nonsensical from fatigue but genuinely worried all the same, and left them to search for Vulturemalice.
When he couldn’t find him, he returned, a little more awake and with his brows drawn together in deep, helpless anxiety; every face he’d seen that hadn’t been the medicine cat’s had woken him up more and more. “I can’t find him,” Doe told Orchiddrop fretfully, crouching down in front of her and frowning down at the little kit with a guilty sort of concern. He squeezed his eyes shut in a deep blink to try and shake off the exhaustion so he could focus through the fog in his head. He hoped more than anything the kit would last the night; Orchiddrop didn’t need to lose a child on top of being separated from her mate, not after all this. He reached out a paw and gently brushed it over the she-kit’s head, feeling the fever radiating off her with a sinking, twisting rush of fear in his gut. “All we can do is keep her cool. I’m sorry, Orchiddrop.” He looked up at her with a desperate, sympathetic sort of helplessness. “I-I wish there was more.”
By the time Weevilspike and Sunfreckle arrived at the hidden beach, he’d compartmentalised enough that he was enjoying himself. He splashed through the waves like he was just on a tipsy midnight swim, laughing and chatting to Sunfreckle. He was a contrast to the rest of SummerClan, exhausted, sodden, and hunched on the sand with eyes wide with bewildered adrenaline or dull with tired numbness. “Aren’t you lot a sight for sore eyes,” he greeted, smiling and upbeat. As drained as they were, morale, to him, was a thousand times more important than physical care; they could keep going on hungry stomachs and sore limbs — they couldn’t with hopeless hearts. Sunpetal would be fine; Stormstar would bow to Aspenstar, and Aspenstar would bow to reality; none of it was worth losing sleep over.
“Chin up, girlies,” he said as he wove between the waterlogged cats. “Could be worse. Beach could’ve been under a high tide. Could’ve been gone completely — who took the beach; not again.” He shook out his thick, spiky fur, spattering all his surrounding Clanmates with sea water. “Who wants to hear about the time Sunpetal and me outsmarted a porcupine?” he asked cheerfully, settling down with a random group. He beckoned Sunfreckle over to dry off. “Or as I like to call it, how Weevilspike got his spikes.”
Like that, he passed the rest of the night, pushing worries about his sister out of his mind with nonchalant, lounging stories and doubling his efforts when the anxiety threatened to overwhelm him.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 1, 2021 18:21:21 GMT -5
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Mallowmusk had been avoiding cats as much as possible now that the traps had been set. She had been one of them, setting a couple ahead before racing down with the others, trying to lure as many NightClan cats in as possible...except something else had caught her eye. She always knew Juniperdust to lead a charge, to volunteer to lead patrols and things like that and this time, she was...hanging back? Confusion crossed the black and white she-cat as she followed her sister closely, staying out of sight, downwind from her, as she wondered what Juniperdust was doing. She had a bad feeling about this... sunlight
Sunpaw had her paws in the water already, but as Crowpaw got further and further into the water, she could start feeling the fear cross her eyes. She was a horrible swimmer, and even though she could wade in the water for a little bit, getting farther seemed...terrifying. "Slow down," she called out nervously, as she tested the next step forward, hoping she didn't seem like a total coward, "just...let me get used to this..." Whitemuzzle
Rosethorn let out a hoarse cry as the brothers came to blows. Still, there wasn't much she could do in her state, so she backed away, desperately torn between fleeing and finding her son and staying to see how this battle ended.
Orchiddrop let out a strangled exhale as Doefreckle brought the bad news, nodding and sinking down beside Daylightkit. "I can do that," she said, wrapping her body around all four of her kits. Keep them warm... surely it would pass, no?
Unaware she was being trailed, Juniperdust moved through the forest- it had grown strangely silent, as most of the chaos had moved towards the beach. Still, there were a few Nightclan warriors. They didn't attack her, instead turning to her as if she were one of them.
"Avoid the oak trees in that direction," she called to them, losing any apparent sign of fear or distress. "There's several traps lined up there."
"Thanks, Juniperdust," one of them called back, their tail lashing. "Where's Stormstar?"
"Back at camp. I left him to deal with Ratstar's pathetic daughter- no doubt he's gotten rid of her by now."
With a nod, the other warriors left, and Juniperdust was alone in the clearing near the Witch's House. She paused, taking a moment to clean her face of dirt, before the wind changed direction and she caught Mallowmusk's scent. For a brief second she stiffened, then she turned quickly, concern in her features. "Mallow!" She called out to the woods, appropriately frightened again. "Mallow, are you there? Are you alright?"
Sunpaw had her paws in the water already, but as Crowpaw got further and further into the water, she could start feeling the fear cross her eyes. She was a horrible swimmer, and even though she could wade in the water for a little bit, getting farther seemed...terrifying. "Slow down," she called out nervously, as she tested the next step forward, hoping she didn't seem like a total coward, "just...let me get used to this..."
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(Sorry about the double post. I couldn't get the quote away from my response.)
Turning to look back at his clanmate, Crowpaw saw that Sunpaw was really afraid. He too had some fear but not of the water. He knew this rebellion would either be SummerClan's salvation or it's death. As anxious he was to join the others, he back tracked along the shore to rejoin Sunpaw. "I'm sorry," he mewed. "I guess I let all this excitement get a hold of me." He moved beside her taking the inside position so that he was between her and the ocean. "I'm here now and I'll protect you from the sea."
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Post by achromatic on Dec 7, 2021 17:52:19 GMT -5
(haha no worries!)
Sunpaw laughed nervously as she began to wade deeper in, moving her paws the way others had tried to teach her. She had never really tried to swim like this, and gods it was nerve-wracking. She had always found it too terrifying to be in the water deeper than her paws could touch. Sunpaw gritted her teeth. Okay, she had this. She wasn't going to drown, she told herself. She wasn't going to drown. "We just have to stay here until the rest of them get here right?" she grumbled.
Mallowmusk didn't know how to react. Juniperdust. She was...she had... Mallowmusk had always suspected that her sister was different from how she appeared. After all, she had found out that Juniperdust had flirted with Brackengold after she had told her sister about her crush on the tom. She had always been torn about the fact that he left them behind, and she had never quite trusted Juniperdust afterwards, but this? Despite it all, Juniperdust was her sister. She couldn't...no, wouldn't believe that Juniperdust was a traitor to their clan.
She took a step back, ready to flee this scene, to pretend that none of this had happened, but suddenly the breeze shifted and she knew Juniperdust must've sensed her presence. She swore under her breath when the other cat called her name.
What could she do? She couldn't leave now; there'd be no point. She must've misunderstood. She must be wrong. Appearing behind a tree with a reproachful look on her face, she turned to her sister. "Juniperdust," she spoke slowly, as if thinking of a way out, "I was...worried about you."
What was the reproach in her sister's eyes for? Juniperdust kept the concern in her features, stepping towards her sister, hoping the reproach was about something else and not about the comments she'd exchanged with the Nightclan cats. If that was the case... there'd be another complication. And that was the one thing she couldn't stand.
"I'm alright," she said quickly, offering a breathless smile. "I was checking the territory for any stragglers. It seems most cats have gotten to the beach by now- are you headed that way?"
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Post by achromatic on Dec 8, 2021 16:50:10 GMT -5
She hesitated. Should she confront her? Or would it be better to do so later on? She had never really feared her sister until now, and gods, they knew each other for so long that she was sure her face was readable to Juniperdust. It was impossible to hide anything from her.
"Yeah, let's go to the beach," she spoke, pretending still that she didn't see anything. It'd be easier to confront her if there were others around, right? She never thought Juniperdust would do anything to her, but now, she wasn't sure. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Juniperdust watched her sister for a few moments, scanning her expression, before the worry melted off her face and she sighed. “Oh, Mallow. I was hoping you hadn’t overheard all that. This is… unfortunate.”
They could not go to the beach now- Mallowmusk could not be allowed to leave here knowing what she knew. Another complication. The gray warrior stepped towards the garden keeper, a frown crossing her features.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 8, 2021 17:39:45 GMT -5
Mallowmusk could feel something rising in her throat. "Juniperdust," she spoke slowly, stepping away, keeping a distance between the two, "what are you doing?" One look at the other cat, and she knew she was found out. She swore under her breath, as her eyes shifted too, a defiance in her gaze.
"You're not going to get away with it," she spoke coldly, already turned to race down the beach. She wasn't going to leave this without a fight. "I always knew you were powerhungry," she spat, "but this? This is low even for you, Junie."
Juniperdust had never considered herself to be cruel, but the insult made her hackles rise. Who was Mallowmusk to speak to her this way? Shy, pathetic, soft spoken Mallowmusk? Insulting Juniperdust? Her lip curled.
“I’ve gotten away with more than you could dream of, Mallow,” Juniperdust whispered in a low voice. “Surely this is no worse than killing that bland, goody two shoes tom you were so misty eyed over?” The shock and grief that flickered over her sisters face was satisfying, but this wasn’t over yet. “Go ahead and try to run, Mallow. You always were the slow one.”
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Post by achromatic on Dec 9, 2021 11:20:46 GMT -5
The young garden keeper seemed to have a hard time wrapping her mind around what Juniperdust said. Killing that tom? Which tom...unless...? She had always wondered what had happened to Brackengold after he had apparently rejected her; she knew that Juniperdust had something to do with it, and she had never quite forgiven her sister for it, but this...murder? Her eyes were filled with an emotion, one that had never been seen on Mallowmusk's face before.
Rage. Hatred. Anger. "Who even are you?" she spat, no longer running away, her fury had given her a calm that seemed so different from the usual nervous, tentative personality Mallowmusk had. "You killed him, and for what? Because someone actually cared about me? More than anyone would ever care about you?"
“I’d never be that petty,” Juniperdust scoffed, noting the rage and hatred on her sisters face with growing annoyance. “I killed him because he made you stupid, Mallow. All that fawning and sighing and that ditzy look in your eye. It didn’t suit you- I did it to help you, you know.” So her sister could stay in her place, remember who she was and not get that foolish hope and joy in her gaze.
“Besides, he asked me to be his mate, not you, if I remember correctly.” Juniperdust stepped closer now, ears pinned flat against her skull. “So who did he care about more in the end? Who won, Mallow? Me! I did. I won- and I always will.” They couldn’t stay here forever- the longer this dragged on, the higher the likelihood of someone finding them. Juniperdust took a deep breath, steadying herself. “Let’s stop this,” she said, more calmly. “And I am sorry about this. I regret that it was you who heard me… it makes this so much harder.”
There was anger and rage in her eyes but also a sort of heartbroken look, bordering on insanity. How could she? How could she say it was all on her? She was a psychopath, Mallowmusk realized as she stood still. Her sister wanted to make sure nothing good ever happened in her life. “Because you’re scared that for once, you won’t be the center of attention? That the rest of the world will see you for what you truly are? Someone incapable of making friends so you sabotage everyone else?” Her tone was escalating, her fury written across her eyes.
She wasn’t going to go quietly in the night. Not after this. “You’re psychotic, Junie, and one day everyone else will know,” she hissed as she immediately dashed towards the beach. She just needed to make it far enough to see someone else and to make sure no one ever trusted this [redacted] ever again.
Mallowmusk had grand plans, but she picked the wrong cat to try to outrun. Juniperdust's muscles coiled and sprang, and she overtook the garden keeper in just a few strides. “Maybe one day, but not if I can help it. And certainly not today,” she spat. She ran alongside her for a moment, waiting for a good chance, and then threw herself sideways at her sister. It would be easy enough, in her mind, to take down her sister without much of a fight.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 12, 2021 13:17:12 GMT -5
She wasn't an idiot; Mallowmusk had always known her strengths and weaknesses. She was an observer after all, a wallflower that often took a step back from anyone else's business, even Juniperdust's, but she had grown up with the she-cat. As much as she wasn't a fighter, she knew that her sister would catch up quickly enough even in her panicked state, and when she flung herself at Mallowmusk first, she had immediately dug her heels into the earth, ruining the momentum and ducking the move, her eyes still focused on Juniperdust, ready to predict her next move.
There was no point in arguing with her sister, but there was little else Mallowmusk could do. "Come on, Junie," she tried to reason, "why would you do any of this? I don't get it. We're sisters, for StarClan's sake." She was begging almost. "Why? I don't understand why you hate me so much."
Juniperdust stumbled when her sister dodged, briefly cursing those childhood games they had played. Fine, then. She'd just have to be unpredictable. After catching her footing, she held her position, ready to lunge if her sister tried running again. "I don't hate you," she scoffed, rolling back her shoulders. The words were hollow of any real emotion, of love or hate. "We're sisters. I love you, of course." That was what she'd learned at a very young age. Family loved family, and if they didn't feel any strong way towards them, towards anyone, then they faked it.
"I told you why I did it! You were acting like a foolish child over the most boring tom I've met in my entire life. You weren't... you. You weren't acting right." If hard-pressed, it was doubtful that Juniperdust could get through her own delusions to the real reason- a need to be the best, to be the one who won, the one who held the cards. Mallowmusk had already started slipping out from her control when they'd reached warrior age, and then she'd been the sister who first attracted a tom? It was unthinkable.
"Stop trying to understand it- I would've told you long ago if I thought you could understand." Juniperdust lunged again, looking at her sister's face but aiming for a low sweep of the legs.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 13, 2021 19:11:14 GMT -5
She could almost laugh at Juniperdust's words. "You don't hate me but you try to ruin every good thing in my life," she scoffed bitterly, "could you not comprehend change? Can you not comprehend me happy? Or does everything always have to revolve around you? You couldn't bear to see me happy and I don't know why when all I ever did was to support you."
There was a genuine hurt in Mallowmusk's voice, as if after all of this time, she still couldn't comprehend that this was the same Juniperdust she grew up with. "This isn't the same Junie I grew up with," she spoke bitterly, her eyes meeting Juniperdust's when the low sweep almost caught her off guard. She had jumped last minute but the paw had hooked under one of her own and she had stumbled forward, only realizing now that she was going to fight for her life.
To die in the claws of her sister, that had always been unthinkable, and it was that cold realization that seemed to sink into her throat like a ball of ice right now.
