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After all, I guess when you let one cat die, it's easy to take your next kill. "I DIDN'T KILL HER." Phantomfox thought he could see a brush of flame standing beside Howlingheart right before he lunged, their sister's face rife with agony and disappointment. It was enough to disarm him, his body crumpling pitifully, but if his brother thought the tides were turning in his favor, he was mistaken.
Rage revitalized in Phantomfox, the tom using the sandy floor to spring back up and propel them both back into the night, though the sounds of nearby struggles and Rosethorn's strangled cries were lost to the ringing in his ears. He maneuvered back to the sandbar and choked up red-tinged water, silver eyes never leaving Howlingheart as the tom managed to right himself as well. "I protected her. I was there, I did something. You- you're just as useless now as you were then, Ravenpaw. It should have been you! You should have died instead! We all would have been happier that way," he spat, and then he lunged.
Years of guilt and shame and unresolved self-loathing welled up in Phantomfox, all those ugly emotions he never spoke of coming to a head, and for the first time he reached complete clarity. His paws met with Howlingheart's throat, stealing the breath from his lungs, and he pressed his brother beneath him, back beneath the flame-filled sea. This... Yes, this was what it all led up to, what all those years of suffering would culminate in. He pulled Howlingheart back up, the tom sputtering and gasping, and leaned his maw dangerously close to his brother's face. "I tried to offer someone else in her place, once. Another cat, an apprentice, the same age she was when she died. I made sure all the injuries were the same. She didn't bring her back, but maybe it was always supposed to be you. You'll die so she can live." Yes, yes, yes, Phantomfox was positively joyful, lips torn apart by a fanatical smile, and slammed Howlingheart into the water again...
SUMMERCLAN
Stormstar's paw grazed against Sunpetal's ear, but when she pulled away, she noticed his claws weren't out. He didn't see her as a threat. Good, that would give her the advantage she needed if she was to succeed in her plan. She was just one lucky strike away from victory, one life standing between SummerClan and its fate. Someone was dying tonight- she just hoped it wasn't her.
"I didn't think I needed to bring anyone else to deal with you. You won't be able to charm me into submission," she replied, gaze following Juniperdust's escape as his words heightened her suspicion and thoughts of Doefreckle leaving one night with Stormstar resurfaced. Had she come alone for herself? Or because there was no one she felt she could trust with this silver-tongued snake?
Rosethorn was in no condition to help, half-drowned and weak as she was. If Phantomfox finished with Howlingheart, he'd certainly return to her if she wasn't out of there. So she turned heel and ran, slogging through the belly-deep water in the direction of the other Summerclan cats gathered in the distance.
It took all of her energy to reach the shore, and she collapsed onto her side, breathing hoarsely. With the last bit of strength she had, she told the nearest warrior to go back for Howlingheart, and asked if anyone had seen Foxpaw.
Juniperdust snorted as Mallowmusk stumbled. Finally. She was tired of talking. "Maybe you never really knew me at all, Mallow," she said with a roll of her eyes. No, she'd never changed. It was Mallowmusk's fault if she'd never seen through the veneer before this moment. "Now stop this begging and whining. It's a little pathetic."
Claws extended, she lunged again, aiming straight for the neck.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 15, 2021 11:56:02 GMT -5
Mallowmusk didn't know what to do, but the moment Juniperdust lunged, it seemed as if she was going to die...except immediately, her claws extended forward and in a panic, she slashed them across the other cat's face, barely missing her eye as she stumbled to the ground. It seemed like despite her timid, quiet self, she wasn't going to go quietly into the night.
"Maybe I never did," she finally spoke quietly, "but I swear to StarClan that I'm never going to forgive you for this." Her sister was an absolute psychopath. Not a single emotion ran past her gaze other than what seemed to be boredom. StarClan, she should've known after all this time; she had distanced herself from Juniperdust for that reason, wasn't it? Was the other cat never going to give up until she had ruined everything in Mallowmusk's life?
She was going to die here, the black and white she-cat thought. She was going to die here. All she could think was that her simmering rage wasn't going to end after she died. She wanted to get her back. Wanted to ruin Juniperdust's life as much as she had ruined hers.
"You'll never be at peace after this," she replied, her voice uncharacteristically manic, a laugh leaving her mouth, "you'll spend the rest of your life watching your back because even if I don't leave here alive, one day, someone's going to find out what you really are, and one by one, I hope they take everything away from you like you did to me."
She was praying to StarClan, to the gods, to whatever was out here now. Before she died alone, before the world turned dark, littered with fire and stone, let her have her vengeance.
Juniperdust spat, stumbling backward as the claws flashed across her face, sending stinging droplets of blood to the ground. Good thing it was the night of a rebellion, and she would easily explain the cuts away. It did nothing to stifle her annoyance, though. Plus Mallowmusk wouldn’t stop rambling on and on about vengeance and forgiveness.
“Starclan, shut up,” she grumbled, shaking out her fur and lunging once more, taking care to avoid any backlash this time. Her claws finally found purchase, gouging long, deep lines across her sisters throat. The droplets of Juniperdust’s blood on the ground were cloaked with the rivulets that spilled from Mallowmusk’s neck, and a grim gleam of satisfaction flashed through her gaze as she stepped back.
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Post by achromatic on Dec 16, 2021 15:27:49 GMT -5
Mallowmusk knew this was the end, and the moment Juniperdust lunged, her eyes closed briefly, feeling her claws along her throat as her teeth tried to clamp down on the other cat's foreleg as hard as she could, but even then, she had never had the strength to snap a bone like Juniperdust did. Being a garden keeper, she had her advantages in the long game, but this? She was at a disadvantage from the start.
As she bled out, her eyes reopened, fixating themselves on Juniperdust with a fire that had rarely been seen on the garden keeper's face, as the life slowly ebbed from her throat, staining the she-cat's paws crimson. Yet, Mallowmusk would never quite leave. She was standing there, as if a dream, looking down at the grey she-cat with blood–her blood–on her paws.
Her eyes were gone. Dark, hollow caverns where they once shone brightly, and as Juniperdust walked away from the scene, she followed.
"Maybe that's your problem," Stormstar suggested. His gaze fell back on her as she looked after the fleeing warrior, but he made no move to attack. "You're so focused on evading my charms -- thanks for the compliment, by the way; I do like to think I'm rather charming -- that you've blinded yourself to other possibilities. Maybe I'm just friendly and honest and your clanmates enjoy having me around, helping out. Maybe," his voice dropped to a low, sweet rumble, "I fit in here, and you know it; maybe that scares you."
The blue tom chuckled then and shrugged his shoulders. "Or maybe I'm as manipulative as you claim, but does it really matter? At least I use my words. If you only fight with your claws, you're no better than Aspenstar."
