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Snowblister hadn't been right since she ran into Kier and Eris in the quiet caves of Nightclan, since she had dragged the body of her mother to the depths, found a crevice small and hidden enough that nobody would dare look there and stuffed her in, sat there all night in a secret vigil, her paws permanently stained. Though to everyone else, the blood had been washed away in the salty waters littered around the underground system, they still appeared the same way as they had that night. It was necessary, she told herself, it was needed, she wouldn't be able to do anything otherwise, her mother knew what she had done, her mother could take everything from her, and so she took her life first. It was necessary, it was needed. She had done this before, being on edge in her own clan, and it didn't get easier the second time — in fact, she would argue it was worse, because this time the kill had been intentional. She meant it, she almost enjoyed it, and yet she still grieved.
The pines towered dark and gloomy, the shadows stared at her as they always did, eyes glowing and accusatory, her own shadow projected as a kit's, and the slinking being behind her was, naturally, her mother, dead yet active, lost but following. She could ignore them, pass over them just as everyone around her did, but she didn't have the sanctuary they seemed to have, to be unable to see them.
The air was still crisp with the late night, and she paused for a moment near the river to watch the way it sank bit-by-bit, ever so slow. She didn't have much time left before the dawn came, but she hadn't been sleeping well either way, and it didn't particularly matter. She crossed the crumbling bridge. Her paws seemed to carry her on their own accord. She stared around unblinking, wandering, like a lost soul, and maybe she was, maybe she was just like the ghosts that followed her around, maybe she was her own personal demon. She thought the idea over, finally stopping under the shadow of an old, towering pine, sitting amongst the needles and the wet ground piled with dirty snowmelt. She sank down onto her stomach in a dazed stupor.
@ash don't feel pressured to match the length LOL <3
At this point, Kate was unsure how long she'd been in NightClan territory. She'd sat and watched cats come and go, but none of them had been Kier. All of them had been cats she found little interest to, and spoke little of anything she cared to use as information. At one point, she was almost sure she'd dozed off. The undergrowth hiding her calico coat nicely, having previously rolled in the NightClan border, it was definitely difficult to even spot the feline. She'd done well, but had gained little to nothing.
In truth, she'd been hoping to run into her brother directly. It had yet to happen, but she'd imagined many times how it would have been for him to come along her path. Her claws ached to settle into his coat, to feel the flesh ripping. Hear him scream in pain, as he once had when they were kits scuffling.
They always knew it would come to this.
Somehow, they knew.
Her ears pricked, and another cat had made their way along this path.
Kate watched as the NightClan feline seemed to let her paws carry her towards the river and then made her way along the bridge. Kate's green eyes narrowed to slits as she leaned in. This cat carried herself a little different than the others, and even seemed a bit far off. The assassin leaned forward, taking note of her. This fluffy ghostly cat was older than her, but it seemed by around five or so moons. Kate was smaller than her, especially in height. Her legs were shorter than most cats, and her coat was thick, yet still short as well. Kate had a filled out build, muscles tucked underneath her fur. Then there was this NightClan cat... She seemed to be beauty walking.
Kate twitched her whiskers, but remained hidden. She was tucked safely against a tree, basically peeking from a bush. Intrigued, her stubby tail flicked behind her. Little white paws kneading the ground.
She knew. She could tell when she was being watched, being hunted, being studied, and still in her dazed state, a smile played its way onto her lips, and she spoke just above a whisper, “and who might you be?” She spoke to empty air and undergrowth, but the rise of her neck fur told her otherwise. She pushed herself up, pine needles and old leaves clinging to the curled fur of her chest, and looked around, yet her eyes were only met with darkness.
There was a twinge in her voice, agitation, fear, irritation, “if you don’t show yourself instantly, I will report you myself, and trust me when I say the consequences will not be kind.” Snowblister gave a breathless laugh and finally stood, looking to the trees above her. Her tail flicked, impatient, and her eyes still scanned her surroundings, and in her attempts she noticed an almost unfamiliar, faint scent. It wasn’t Nightclan, it didn’t smell KF desperation, and it wasn’t their neighbours.
“Oh,” she almost relaxed. Almost. “Now, what’s a trespasser doing here. We don’t take too graciously, you know.”
Kate wasn't sure how, but she'd definitely been caught. A slight grunt of distaste soured her lips as she slipped from the undergrowth, her green eyes gazing at Snowblister with irritation. Out of all the cats whom had passed, this were the first one to ever even notice her. Kate looked the cat over, as if sizing her up. She was definitely smaller, but that didn't scare Kate. Mal was bigger than her, and she was sure she could beat him as well. This was no different. Not to her.
The assassin wiggled her stubbed tail behind her, not wasting any time. She was on another clan's territory, and she knew the risks that would come with. However, the risks were nothing compared to what she'd tasked herself with. The elimination of Kier.
Harley would have been so disappointed in his children, bickering like this. She could still hear him "Mal, Kate! Get off your brother. Now. Kier had always been so fragile... weak even. Now she found hate for him, and a want for his blood. It was ironic, really.
"Kate." She mewed, but said nothing more. As if awaiting for this fluffy cat to make the next move. Her posture was relaxed, and for the moment, found no need to be on edge, despite Snowblister's threats. I'm not afraid of a clan cat.
At the sight of the little calico, Snowblister's shoulders rolled back, her fur flattened, and she studied Kate with something akin to curiosity. For a moment or two, it was the two of them facing off, neither wanting to make the first move, neither going to be the first to talk, not violent but not peaceful. She was used to others being intimidated by her — she had gotten Kier of all cats to be scared of her, Kier who had a silver-tongue and the force of a cockroach, undying and unwavering, and now all of Nightclan was under her grip. Yet Kate stared her dead on, straight-faced despite being found on enemy territory. It was obvious she was League, though perhaps Snowblister was just better at pinpointing every little detail about someone, picking them apart until they had no choice but to give her the rest of their secrets.
"Well," she sat back, tail resting beside her, features relaxing, "what are you doing here, then? Why shouldn't I tear your fur off where you stand?" Her threats seemed surprisingly empty; she wanted an explanation, she didn't intend for their company to cause too much trouble, and, undoubtedly, she was intrigued. She liked the fearfulness she instilled, but this was almost a breath of fresh air.
As the silence drug on between the pair, she found her eyes shifting over Snowblister once more. This cat held power, it was easy for Kate to tell simply by the first look. She guess, perhaps, that she may be of higher ranking here. From what she gathered, deputy was the ranking right under leaders. Clans were weird, at least, Kate thought so. Snowblister sat there, her thick coat slightly shifting in the wind. Kate was almost in awe, the she-cat was simply beautiful. The way she carried herself also asserted some type of dominance, and it made Kate's paws tingle. There was one thing about Kate, and she was attracted to power. She never could explain it, or even half way understand it. No matter the situation, she found herself always going where the power could be physically felt.
Wiggling her tail again, Kate found herself also sliding into a seated position. Kate finally pulled the faintest of smiles along her lips. "Well, you haven't yet. So what's stopping you?" It was almost a sort of challenge, a fierce light gleaming in the assassin's eyes. Yet, her posture remained entirely relaxed. Something told her that this cat still had zero intentions of actually instigating a fight. No, this would be a different type of encounter. The way Kate gazed at her with that little smirk along her lips. Kate was fearless, and had been from the start. "You didn't tell me your name." It was a statement, as if, a trade for a trade.
What was stopping her, she mused silently. Truthfully, she’d had enough violence recently and she didn’t want more blood on her paws when her own hadn’t yet been cleaned, or maybe she enjoyed the natural company. She stared Kate down a few heartbeats longer, contemplating, thinking, simply gazing, and finally she spoke, “Snowblister. Deputy.” The last part only to give confirmation that if the other were to try something, it would have consequences.
She got to her paws and moved towards Kate, hardly hesitating to pass her, though she did throw her a look, tail flicking slightly too close to her face, “come, then, you can’t stay here all night,” there was a small, almost unnoticeable spark of amusement in her words, there and gone in an instant as she already set off into the thick of the pines, the fronds and ferns bending and breaking out of her way as if she commanded them as she did Kate. She hardly paused, but Snowblister did decide she would be taking them the long way.
Deputy. Kate had been right in her assumption of her position. Perhaps Kate was simply observant enough, or rather, a good guesser. The smirk that had been lingering on her face was wiped away as Snowblisters tail almost touched her whiskers. She'd yet to tell the deputy her reasonings for being on NightClan ground, truthfully didn't plan on it at all. Yet, here she was, now being commanded to take this walk with her on NightClan territory. It was such a twist of events, Kate could hardly believe it herself. She sat there for a few seconds, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out exactly how to respond to this situation. Yet, she found her paws turning and heading towards the direction this NightClan deputy had disappeared into.
"Dad, what am I even doing?" She found herself murmuring, as if her father could actually hear the words she whispered. Shaking her head at herself, she began to trot after Snowblister. Part of her wanted to speak, have some type of conversation with her... the other part of her slightly wanted to press her face into Snowblisters tail, and see just how fluffy it was...
No! Her green eyes blinked, as she tried to mentally shake away those intrusive thoughts. What was going on with her? Why did she feel so... nervous? Get it together. It's just a clan cat, anyways. Yet, as she followed behind, Kate's eyes lingered on that tail, slightly wanting to pounce on it and catch it between her paws, just to twist herself up in it.
She didn’t question her yet, let it settle and simmer until she had Kate completely wrapped around her paw, ready to answer more questions than why she was here. Though, much to Snowblister’s delight, she seemed halfway there already. She felt her neck fur bristle once more at the watchful eyes and yet for a moment she let it continue, before finally slowing and moving in just beside her, though still leading. She didn’t move her head, but eyes still found Kaye regardless. The blue of hers were growing less cold.
She led them through the forest silently and back towards the stone bridge. She didn’t say a word — she wanted to silence to become unbearable, she wanted it to become awkward and demanding, and then, when it all got too much, Kate would speak whatever was on her mind, whether it be valuable or not. At least her voice wasn’t insufferable from what she’d heard, she may go as far as saying it was pleasant. The quiet of the woods now left behind them, the only thing that replaced it was the sudden, slight pick up of the wind and the roaring of the river below. The shadows watched curiously.
Snowblister seemed to be a master in getting what she wanted. Kate was not one to continue on in this silence for too long, and eventually she found herself breaking it as Snowblister came to a trot slightly beside her. "Usually, cats would try and claw my ears off at this point." She commented simply. Though put a bit of emphasis on try. It was a small start to a conversation, but it was an opening one for sure. How Snowblister would respond was something she looked forward to. In truth, she wanted to know why exactly this big beauty of a feline didn't try to attack her. What was her motive in this? Were she simply planning to escort her off the territory and be done with it?
Was she going to tell Kier that she'd caught a league cat here? That, she truly did not care about. He would eventually die by her claws anyways.
"I'm not surprised about that," she commented. The ground sloped around them, only slightly, to make way to a cutting, old dirt path that wound itself between the undergrowth and the trees, stretching far in both directions. She stepped onto it, heading up, towards the border. Eventually. It was almost a tourist trap, leading them to places like the old church and the train tracks.
Her whiskers twitched, "I don't feel the need to. You seem happy enough to go without a fight, but if you'd prefer that, I don't think I would be opposed." Snowblister gave her a pressing stare, quiet yet demanding as she let them fall into silence again. She was enjoying toying with Kate almost a little too much, and certainly not in the same way she messed with Kier — the distraction was a welcome one, one without violence, one where they were just talking passively, a slight, hovering, near empty threat in the air around them. Violence got boring at times, she had her power trip and now it was settling into something consistent, something regular and normal. She'd been alone before, her clanmates weren't too fond of her eccentric attitude, her uneasiness, and the loneliness had doubled ten fold since they grew scared of her. And wasn't it most entertaining that it was with some League cat.
Kate followed on this strange and unfamiliar terrain. Her pawsteps matched the larger cat's. As Snowblister turned to her with that comment and a deep stare, she found her cheeks growing red underneath her fur, hot with blush. Yet, she didn't show this. Kate gave a small huff in response,"I may be small, but I can fight better than you think, NightClan cat." Her words held confidence in them, having no fear. As so often she was commended for, perhaps why she was even promoted to assassin as it was.
"Where are you taking me, Snowblister?" It was the first time she'd said her name, and it felt odd rolling off her tongue.
"Mhm," she drawled, disbelieving and slightly taunting. Perhaps she would do no good to doubt Kate, but being truly kind and civil wasn't something that came easy, especially in regards to cats she knew were breaking the rules, even if she never voiced her thoughts out loud, met them with fake smiles and clipped words. Every so often, Snowblister caught the eye of Kate, caught her staring and looking away, as if she were attempting to figure out what exactly she was looking at. At first, she didn't speak a word on it.
Where are you taking me, Snowblister? She'd never liked the way her name was spoken before. "Nearest border," she stated obviously, bending the twig of a bush out of their path, letting it spring back when they both passed.
Before Kate could even get another word in, Snowblister fixed her with a weakened scowl, "would you quit looking at me like that?" She demanded, before straightening up, standing back, and giving a small, faint smile, "you've got a lot of confidence, haven't you? Even after being caught." It was spoken as if Snowblister didn't share it, like it was something she wasn't in on. And it was strange, because all she seemed to exude was power and confidence, and yet it was all a front, an act, something rehearsed and practiced for the pretense of others.
Of course Kate, where else would she have been taking you? Her thoughts seemed to laugh at her for asking such an obvious question. She stepped forward before glancing behind her at the spring that seemed to bounce into place. Finally, she had looked forward again, stealing glances at her every once in a while.
Kate jolted. Called out, her ears pinning to her skull for a moment as she stood still, heart pounding in her chest. Her mouth opened as if she were going to speak, but no words managed to come out. Finally, she let her ears come back up and puffed out her white chest. "Of course I do. Without confidence, cats would walk all over me. I've never been afraid of a fight. That's how I got better." It seemed more rambling at this point, trying to relieve herself of the heat that had now settled in her ears.
Kate was embarrassed. She'd never felt so helpless, yet... No. This was not Kate.
"Forgive me, I have to be honest. I've never seen a cat as beautiful as you." It was blunt, and to the point. This would be normally how Kate would react to things, not be some mouse brained fool who couldn't find her tongue and couldn't control her eyes. No, she would be herself. Snowblister even seemed mysterious to her in ways, but Kate simply could not shake the desire to bundle herself into that thick snow-like coat of the deputy's.
She almost looked taken aback, startled, by the sudden confession, face falling into a slightly bewildered, genuine look, before she replaced it with her familiar scowl, "slimy little flatterer," she could find it in herself to be angry now. Maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off, maybe she was tired, or maybe she felt oddly … curious? "you're already being let off with hardly a slap on the wrist, I wouldn't push it." She cleared her throat, a quiet sound, and tried to keep professional.
Still, Snowblister almost appreciated her bluntness. She hated dancing around topics, she liked getting to the point, except this wasn't anything she had been expecting at all, and it was almost strange. Nobody had really called her beautiful before. She tried to clear her mind.
The path widened around them, giving way to a distant, crumbling building — the old church, half crumbling in on itself, surprisingly still standing. Moss crawled along its wall, the dirt path made way for a concrete one, still damp from the rainfall they had two nights ago and the melting snow. She liked the atmosphere of the place, truthfully, and she'd always found it intriguingly strange. She glanced at Kate, "we've got to cut through here," it was a lie, she knew it was, but it would also lead them furthest out and away from Nightclan, leading them straight towards the old thunderpath and out into rogue territory if they chose to cross. "there's another exit," she reassured, as if Kate would be apprehensive.
The look of shock made Kate blink a few times quickly. Perhaps she'd never gotten a compliment before. Which, the only ones Kate had gotten herself was about her skill or determination. Never her looks, that was a thing she understood herself. If another were to compliment her on her looks, Kate was unsure how she herself would act. Then, Snowblister's look changed and seemed to seep to anger. Kate furrowed her brows, but quickly wiped her face clear as the cat spoke once more. "Very well." She murmured, and decided then to keep her own comments to herself.
Kate liked the way that Snowblister carried herself, it reminded her of her own attitude. Yet, was almost also opposite. Her lips pressed together as she continued to follow, walking in silence now. As they walked along and a church came into view, Kate narrowed her eyes slightly. She'd been in and out of NightClan territory a few times now, and felt slightly off with the place they were now. It didn't seem to be a quit out of here, as Kate had not made her way back to Primal Instinct territories this way...
Feeling slightly uneasy, Kate found herself getting back on the edge of her toes and more alert, untrustworthy to Snowblister now. Yet, did she ever really trust her in the first place? Her green eyes narrowed, and her ears twisted a bit left and right as Snowblister told her there was another way through here.
"So you're deputy, right? You work under the leader." Fine. She would start a conversation, perhaps one she would get useful information from.
She led them through the cracked open door, bumping it wider, letting the slow squeal of old hinges and the weight of heavy wood sound in the silence, only broken by an occasional crumble or a drip far off. "Yes — what, does news travel quickly?" She gave a brief, quiet chuckle, "I didn't think the League payed attention to the doings of the clans. I would have offered the same courtesy." The ground around them was covered in debris from the sunken roof, moss and leaves from the outside that had crept in slowly but surely over the moons it had been left. A small, pointy-arched hallway, surprisingly still covered, led to a different part of the church, holding an old, dusty altar, the cross still hung from the wall like a mockery of the place.
The hall opened to a brighter one under the light of the moon, rubble leading up to the roof like a dangerous, decrepit staircase. Despite there being an exit just to the left, Snowblister led them to the rubble, nodding for Kate to ascend alongside her. She bounded and scrambled up the debris, clambering onto the roof with a surprisingly amount of grace; there were ways to get down, the remains weren't just confined to the inside, and then they would be on their way again. She slowed, "hold," and she sat down.
For a moment, she considered Kate curiously, like she was an oddity Snowblister had to figure out, before finally biting the bullet and asking, straightforward and blunt, "what are you here for. I doubt it's all for an adventure and flattery."
Kate was a bit less graceful. Her short legs made it to where she had to scramble and claw her way up there. She said nothing to Snowblister's comment about the league, instead simply remained quiet and let that silence drag out for a few moments. That is, until the feline decided to sit, the moonlight shimmering along her coat and Kate having to blink a few times. She was mesmerized, the way the light reflected from Snowblister's coat made her mouth drop open slightly, her ears swiveling forward as she gazed at her. The only thing that broke her daze was Snowblisters sudden words. Kate felt her body jolt in shock as she was pulled back to reality, almost missing the deputy's words.
Kate cleared her throat. It took another few moments of silence before she finally found herself sitting, facing Snowblister.
"You seem smart." She paused. There was no denying that, and Kate could just tell that Snowblister had a way of reading cats to tell lies. There was no way that she was going to be able to play this off without being straight forward. Chances were, Snowblister would be ready to chase her off in that instance, or even attack her. Either way, she was about to find out.
"Kier is my brother." Kate began, feeling a bit downtrodden at the thought of having to explain this complicated story to any cat. Especially a cat that she felt would likely hate her soon. Which... Kate typically wouldn't care, but something was drawing her to Snowblister so deeply, it was hard to fight. "He killed..." In that moment she forgot any feelings she may have even had for Snowblister. No, in that moment, she felt... empty again. That familiar feeling crept in so suddenly that her eyes rounded, and that fire in her eyes seemed to waver and almost extinguish entirely. "My.. my father." Her voice croaked, her shoulders seemed to slump. Without him.. her life felt meaningless.
"I want him dead." Her last words were strong, determined, and serious. There was no hesitance this time.
You seem smart. Snowblister only hummed, near disbelieving. She didn't think of herself as particularly smart or skilled, but perhaps she just knew what she was doing, perhaps that was an intelligence in its own right.
Any words she may have said died in her throat at the confession, and she could only stare, calculating and confused. Brother. She knew he'd killed his father, he confessed it as if it would make her confess her own sins, but now she sat with the knowledge, unsure of what to do with it. It was eerily reminiscent of her own situation, and for a moment all she could see was blood pooling around her paws. Wasn't it a blessing, then, that her sister had died young, for revenge may have caught up more quickly than she thought.
"I can't help you with that," she spoke quietly. She would help, but she didn't dissuade, didn't steer her away. She stood up suddenly, nodding towards the edge of the roof where the rubble continued down the same way it did on the inside of the building, and jumped down onto the rocky, uneven slope. "Come now," there was a spark of pity, something Snowblister may have denied.
It turned out much different than the bobtail feline had expected. Instead of chasing her out, attacking her even, Snowblister chose to simply respond with a I can't help you with that. Unexpected, Kate stood there for a moment blinking a few times as she tried to process this. Finally, she moved forward as the deputy spoke. Kate pushed back her emotions of her father, and instead let Snowblister lead their way.
There was silence again. It engulfed Kate to the point of wanting to scream, silence meant she had too much time to think. It was something she enjoyed, yet hated all the same.
"I never expected Kier to become a leader of NightClan. A clan in general. I never expected him to be much. He was always the weakest of our litter." She commented, feeling as if saying his name simply put a bad taste in her mouth.
