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I didn't think i could respond on the joining thread so i just made this instead??? anyway aspen & snow ♡ tell me if ya got anything specific in mind @ian
Not far from where Snowblister sat, leaned over the water as if admiring herself, the multi-falls rumbled, the only sign that she acknowledged it was a few twitches of her ear. The light of the moon made her reflection clear, and where her face should have been, someone else's was there instead. Her face was set, something that would have been pure neutrality were it not for the slight furrow in her brows.
"I see you're still down there," her whisper was accusatory, but held no real weight, "I would hope for you to stay this time, though." The reflection of Primrosekit made faces at her, teasing, mocking her words. Snow knew it was no use, she would leave and her sister would follow, but she supposed it was worth a try to ask nicely. She reached her paw, rippling the reflection, letting the water run over her paw for a while before she lifted, shook it dry. When she looked again, her own face was there, and she greeted it with silence. The fur on the back of her neck began to stand, prickled with unease. Someone was watching her. She stood up, looked around until her eyes fell on a very particular figure.
She almost purred. "Aspenstar!" Snowblister greeted, jovial and cheerful, like she had run into an old friend. The leader could have simply been passing, or stumbled in at the wrong time, but she continued anyway, "I do think it's quite impolite to watch others, but I suppose it's always nice to see a friendly face." Theatrical, like an overdone stage play, she greeted everyone with the same sense of respect: almost none at all, her tone forcibly lively. She gave a smile, almost as fake as her words.
this works ! is there anything in particular you want to do with her character ? rn asp is p open to plots with the cats of nightclan depending on how they seem to feel about her decisions c:
Aspenstar seemed to constantly be on these days. When she wasn't pacing around camp, plotting some sort of inevitable future problem, she was watching. Watching and thinking; it had been a long time since the she-cat had done anything but. This had gotten worse since SunClan had randomly appeared in her camp. The leader had known that eventually the clan was planning on a visit, but she had been taken off guard by their actual arrival. She had been late to the party, and Aspenstar was never late. Since that morning, she had given herself even less time to wind down. She was on guard at all times, at least until her body crashed. Only then would she let herself sleep. At every other moment in the leader's life, she had to be ready at all times. She was in too precarious of a position for surprises. She would never let herself be surprised again.
Yet, Snowblister did just that: caught her off guard. She had nearly perfected the art of slinking around the NightClan pine forest without detection. She had mastered the art of being invisible amongst the branches. Or at least, she thought she had. Yet, Snowblister had noticed she was there. Either the other cat was fantastically perceptive, or Aspenstar hadn't been hiding nearly as well as she thought she was.
She didn't let that surprise show on her face, though. Instead, she gave her signature half-smile, her gaze warm. "Hey!" she meowed, her tail flicking back and forth. "I was just passing through; I didn't see you there." This was a lie; Aspenstar had been watching whatever strange spectacle with slight interest. She was curious about the lives of her clanmates, curious about their particular quirks. Splashing your own reflection was certainly a quirk. "But, since we're here, do you mind if I..." The leader's voice trailed and she let out an embarassed laugh, just as fake as she was. "Pardon my manners, or really lack there of, I shouldn't barge in without making sure I'm not interrupting. Am I interrupting something?" Her head tilted to the side slightly, her tail tip twitching.
nothing in particular right now!! but i'll try to think of somethin c: though she is on a huge savior-complex driven journey to "help" everyone and their lifetime mistakes so maaaybe something with that, not sure though
Looking the leader over, she knew her words were a lie. If Snowblister had anything, it was her intuition — a scarily accurate thing, she always seemed to know when something was up, something was wrong, and while her reality tended to get muddle, twist itself in strange, fictitious ways, she still had that strange sense. She knew Aspenstar's words were lies — she wouldn't trust anyone as far as she could throw them, and she was no different — but she kept it quiet, let her believe she was so easily fooled. She could see it in the slight surprise on her face, the confusion, a touch of embarrassment.
She gave her a wide smile, a toothy one, "wanted to mingle with the common folk? Always good for a cat such as you." There was no malice in her words, but no respect either. The glint in her eyes could have been teasing, it was a little difficult to tell.
Am I interrupting something? She gave a small chuckle, "interrupting? No, no, I'm up to nothing important," a quick glance back at the water, stared for only a moment, and when she turned back to Aspenstar, a large, bulky shape was sitting behind her, only it's eyes visible, strangely clear, piercing. She gave no reaction, gaze travelling up to meet it's face then back down to the she-cat in front of it. Something was a little wrong with Aspenstar, she decided, because a creature like that wasn't drawn to just anybody. Strangely, she was almost giddy at the thought of such a thing.
Snowblister gave a small flick of her tail, motioned for her to follow as she began to move forward, her steps were bouncy, exaggerated, but strangely delicate, gracious, the type that didn't quite match her appearance. Though she seemed to be a little all over the place. A low purr rumbled in her throat, "You have a lot on your mind, yes? You do," without giving her any time to answer, she moved on. "When I get all worked up, I find something to tear up, like a tree. Plus it gets your claws all nice and sharp." She gave her a quick look at them, large and pointy, though uneven, like they couldn't quite decide if they wanted to be dull or not,, "I do tend to bite them sometimes," she pouted, giving them another quick examination before moving on.
"Or, the bear cave is a very nice place to scream — it's like a thousand little yous yelling back." Her pace was steady as if she knew where she wanted to go, because one couldn't just walk around aimlessly, no, there had to be reason. Perhaps she would take them to the garden, she always liked the old rustic look of it, or maybe a detour back around.
oooh, if she has a saviour complex, maybe she wants to save aspen ? a lot of cats rightfully think she's a little lost rn
Such distrustfulness was something Aspenstar might actually appreciate about the other cat. It was a similarity between them; especially now, with her faith in her warriors shaken, the leader's trust was even harder to come by. She considered this smart: she'd been too quick to trust the cats around her in the past, and it had been a weakness. Aspenstar was focused, almost obsessed, on eliminating any weakness she had, so now, other than Phantomfox, she wasn't sure there was really anyone she trusted further than she could throw them, and as a small cat, she couldn't throw them too far.
"What can I say, sometimes it's good for me to get out of the Ivory Tower," she meowed with a chuckle. She had spent most of her time recently locked away from her clan, mostly because she'd been so busy navigating crises as they came. It was going to be good for her to be around a normal NightClan cat. "Ah, excellent," she then responded at the other's denial of her interruption.
Her gaze stayed locked on the other cat, curiosity pinned in her gaze. It wasn't often that cats wanted her to follow, and it was almost... amusing to her. She enjoyed the presence of someone else who was willing to take charge every once in a while. "I suppose you're right," she meowed with a nod, her head tilted slightly to the side the way it always was when she was thinking about something particularly closely.
"As much as I do love showing a tree whose boss," the she-cat meowed with a smirk, "I think yelling might be more fun? I'm tired of fighting," she admitted with a little bit of a stretch. She was the only cat in this damned clan that seemed to know how to fight, and when the stakes were this high, this was a problem for the leader. "So I suppose, the Bear Cave it is."
yay!! could go very well, or very horribly wrong. who knows <3!!!
"Wonderful! It's settled, then!" She gave a flick of her tail, her steps turning into strides as she lead, still able to feel Aspenstar's eyes on her, hating the very feeling. She was close to snapping at her to look somewhere else, but losing her temper would be no good, especially with a cat who had as much power as her leader had. So, she said nothing, simply hummed as they walked, staring up at the trees and then to the sky. Always, in the corners of her vision, she saw the shadows move, fleeting things, like they were playing around with her.
"So, dear Aspenstar, tell me, what's on your mind? Best to talk than keep it all locked away, hmm? My lips are sealed, by the way, so no need to worry," she seemed to have turned around halfway through, occasionally shooting a glance over her shoulder to make sure she didn't run into anything as she walked backwards. She gave the she-cat a quick wink at her words. She was hoping for more personal problems — frankly, politics were boring, and she was a little sick of them, even though an invasion did sound quite entertaining at first, she got over it rather quickly, falling back into her regular routine and almost forgetting about the whole thing. Usually, she spent her days doing mundane things, like listen in closely on other's conversations, gather their secrets told in whispers and keep them in her own mental notebook, hunting, talking to her mother (even though it was clear she was fine on her own, wanted not much to do with Snow anyway, tried to keep her distance until her daughter came to bother her anyway, partly because she knew she hated it). But she didn't know much of what Aspenstar did, her love life, how she thought of her parents or her future or herself, and the concept was greatly interesting. Snowblister knew she had her little guard dog with her at all times, and that she had a new sort of glint in her eyes, that she seemed to have shifted, slightly, within herself. She wanted to know the secrets she kept, her wrongdoings, her regrets, the times she lied, deceived, hurt people. Of course, there was nobody more perfect to tell it all too than Snowblister.
They had made it to the land bridge, the large waterfall thundering just north of them, and only out of courtesy did she let Aspenstar go first, quickly taking the lead again when they were across the small stretch of earth.
Had she said something about Aspen's staring, the leader probably would have laughed in her face and told her to mind her place. If she wanted to look at someone, dammit, she was going to. She was the boss of this place, after all. It was good that Snowblister resisted the urge; it would have been a mess.
When Snowblister continued, the leader found herself sighing slightly. What was on her mind? "That's a loaded question," she mewed with a flick of her tail. What wasn't on her mind? Her medicine cat made her want to sacrifice her nine lives, her deputy was gone, SummerClan was rising up... it was all enough for the she-cat to go grey. But, those secrets would be left inside of her; some things were not worth admitting out loud. She didn't respond again for a moment as she debated what to say. After a moment, she decided the most mundane thing possible.
"If this gets out to anyone, I swear to god, I will slit your throat and watch your blood feed the earth," she meowed, her eyes narrowed with the threat. There was absolutely nothing to say that Aspenstar was joking. "But, I'm pregnant." She didn't know why she felt that she needed to tell Snowblister that; after all, she had made a point that Phantom would be the next to know. However, it felt good to say it out loud, giving it space. "Three kittens according to Pinesimmer. Balancing that with Phantomfox has been... a struggle." All she wanted to do was lean into her mate's shoulder. But, she couldn't, and had found herself on an island completely separated from everyone else. "When I pictured my life, this was not how I expected it to turn out," she admitted with a shrug. "I didn't even want kids, really. Now they're here and I have to figure out how the hell to deal with that and everything else going on."
Simple questions never held the same interest, she found, and by asking the more difficult ones, Snowblister gained knowledge to funny little secrets like Aspenstar’s — kits? Wasn’t that rich. She smiled in the face of her threat, because wouldn’t that be a way to go, at the hands of her leader? But she kept her word. She may not be the most sound, she may never put on a truthful face, but she still had honour. There was nothing in her that doubted Aspenstar, and the threat made it all the more gleeful.
“Kits?” She purred, though there was a small, internal hint of disgust. She didn’t like the thought of them, they always creeped her out, but she looked interested anyway, “and three of them? Well, isn’t that lovely,” she cooed, flashing the other she-cat a smile, “honoured you would tell me. I’m sure they’re going to grow to be good little killers, just like their mother.” It was almost an accusation, but she knew Aspenstar held no guilt, something Snowblister was jealous of. Invade a weak clan and have your conscious be free, kill your sister and have the whole world weighed on your shoulders, she supposed. Really, it was a funny thing. She listened to her aggravated woes, could nearly sympathize with them because who wouldn’t be stressed at such a thing.
Another smile, but it was gentler, a small amount more genuine, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Could get rid of them, but you don’t want that, do you?” With a shrug, she skipped ahead. The land bridge was behind them by now, making way through the last stretch of territory before the bear cave came into view, and without waiting for Aspenstar, only to stand near the entrance like a porter waiting to take her bags. When Aspenstar entered, Snowblister followed. It was darker without the light of the moon, and their steps had a slight echo in the emptiness — she almost felt claustrophobic.
Then she moved to stand beside her, “you can do anything here, really, but want me to show you something I’ve been doing lately?” She stretched her paw towards her, like an invitation. “It’s just a little game, but don’t feel pressured.”
There was a flash in her gaze at her first words. That was exactly what she wanted, for felines to carry on her particular legacy. There was greatness flowing in her blood, and it would be passed on to her kittens. They would be just like her; she would make sure of it.
She then winced slightly at the idea of getting rid of them. Her tail moved to her side. She couldn't lie, there had been a passing thought. This was an inconvinient time. But, the stronger part of her wanted these kittens because they symbolized her conquering of a wild soul. When she had first met Phantomfox, he was a wild soul, uncontrollable, taken. She had broken all parts of that, instilled in him a dedication and unending loyalty. She had tamed the untameable. These kittens represented her getting everything she wanted. "It'll incapacitate me for a day, and then I'll give them to a queen," she meowed with a blink. It would all work out; everything in her life did.
When the other cat offered, she found herself nodding. It would be nice to focus on something so probably irelevant. Her mind had been focused on important things for so long; this would be a good distraction. And, well, she enjoyed a good game. Everything in life was a game to her, and she enjoyed every play.
"You've peaked my interest," she meowed, expectantly looking at her.
Snowblister gave a lasting look, an indescribable, mixed one, her head slightly downturned, like she was thinking the words over. Wasn't it just like her, to pawn her little creations onto somebody else, to deal with them when she wanted and not when she needed, and wasn't it interesting just how planned out she had it, like everything would work out just for her. She knew it wouldn't, her confidence would come crashing down eventually and she'd be left in the dust, nothing but warranted karma. But eventually, the look was wiped away, and a clean, cheerful slate was left in its place, like something suddenly shifted. Instead she smiled, followed her into the cave like nothing had ever happened.
"Great!" She pulled her paw away, turned to the dust and dirt below her and stamped it down until her pad was covered, enough to leave residue. "It's less a game, really, though I like to spin it that way," she laughed, padded towards the wall and studied it, trying to find a good angle, "but usually I use it for simple things, like getting out all those bad thoughts you don't want to think." With the dirt on her paw, she smudged out a few vague shapes — a bigger one, standing taller and higher than the rest, and a few smaller, less shapely things.
"See — it's you!" She pointed to the bigger of the pictures, "but sometimes I like to play guessing games," she collected more dirt, drew out another round shape, with four little smudges for legs, "figure out what that is. But look," quickly, she put down another smaller, round shape with a stick, like a tail, and another, less-round one, laying down, "that one's me," the round one, "and my mom. We got into a fight again yesterday," she gave a cackle, short and humourless, "and she always says things she knows she regrets. Now, it's out there, not with me." She smiled, watched as, in her eyes, the shapes came alive, moved and wiggled and acted out short, repeated scenes.
Then, she turned back to Aspenstar, eyes flicking to the dirt briefly, "you try."
